Slime boy

It's always more fun with a gooey boy.

[slimeboy77]

A new cocktail

The bartender, was finishing to clean up the tables after the last few customers were gone. It was very late, the night had been long and he was ready to close and go back home.

While reaching the last table at the back of the hall, he noticed a drink he didn't remember serving nor having on his card. He was curious about it. It was a green liquid with a thick appearance to it, the kind of substance he would be keen on adding to his mixing skills if he knew how.

He took the drink in his hands and brought it to his face to smell it. Sure, drinking something so suspicious could be dangerous, but smelling it could do no harm, or so did he think. That's when the liquid started moving on its own towards bartender's nose.

He did not have any chance to back off as the substance was already penetrating his breathing system at a surprisingly fast pace. It only took a few seconds before the bartender felt himself suffocating and falling down unconscious on the ground with the now empty glass in his hand.

He woke up a moment later feeling very strange. He was breathing again, but there was a liquid feel to it, similar to when you have a heavy cold and feel the muqus traveling through your lungs. But he was feeling more than fine, the tiredness was gone replaced with a new energy he had not felt in years.

He stood up, but noticed a strange noise as he did. Drops were falling at a slow and even pace on the ground. He looked down and realised he himself was the source of the dripping. That's when he touched his face just to meet with a wet substance that was seemingly oozing from himself. Worried about what was happening to him, he quickly moved to the toilets to see his reflection in the mirror. Panic started taking over when he saw his face was dripping in green goo that his own body seemed to be producing.

He took a step back, feeling like he was about to pass out again. But suddenly he felt a wave of warmth and peacefulness coming from inside him taking over. The panic was slowly dissipating, letting a new feeling of curiosity and calm replace it. He moved closer to the mirror again and observed his whole body, now also realising his clothes were getting wetter and greener by the second.

Now fully aware of a transformation process happening, he removed his shirt to see his torso, more defined than ever, oozing the green goo and covering his skin completely. With each and every liquid breath he was taking, his body was taking a different shape. His shoulders were broadening, his pecs were inflating, his abs were becoming more and more defined. The regular looking bartender that was there a few moments before was no more, a green hot and muscular gooey man was now standing his place.

The front door of the bar opened, making the bell cling in the meantime. A man entered the main hall and immediately shouted "anyone around?" in a voice affected by all the alcohol he had drunk that night. A moment passed, and the man stepped further into the hall, looking for the owner: "Hello?" he shouted again before shrugging and turning around towards the exit. He started moving back to the main door when he heard a voice behind him.

"The bar is closed sir, but maybe I can do something for you?" The voice was deep and sensual. The man turned around again to see a muscular shirtless and handsome man who was coming out of the bathroom. Impressed by the view that was in front of him, the man took a heavy breath before muttering: "I... Why... Hmmmm. I mean yes please. I was there earlier tonight and I think I've forgotten my jacket. Must have had one too many drinks."

"Oh is that so?" replied the shirtless figure, moving closer to the customer. The latter was like hypnotized by the handsomeness of the man walking towards him, he couldn't help but examine the details of his body as he was moving slowly in his direction. The customer was suddenly feeling very warm, and starting to have dirty thoughts of what might end up happening with such a gorgeous man. He was so focused on the man's body that he did not pay attention to the green liquid that was left on the ground at every step the owner of the bar was taking.

The bartender continued walking towards the customer until he was in very close range. "I don't think I've found a jacket unfortunately, but I may have something else for you." That's when he started bending over to reach the other man's face for a deep kiss. The customer was taken by surprise, but he did not push back. He was thinking that was his chance to make the night just that more memorable, and he so deeply wanted it that he was all too happy not to have to provoke it.

He was feeling the tongue of the bar tender playing with his own and trying to reach deep in his mouth. He noticed a strange taste but he thought that must have been the alcohol playing with his taste buds. After a long and uninterrupted kissing, he was starting to feel slightly more drunk, as if the alcohol he had had that night was only starting to get into effect now.

The bar owner in the meantime wasn't losing any time and started removing his customer's clothes while slowly pushing him towards one of the tables. Both men were sporting a pretty visible erection below their pants as they continued kissing deeply. The customer was exploring the bartender's body in details and reaching down to his trousers. A couple moments later, the two men were still making out, both completely naked. The customer was feeling more and more drunk but was not bothered a single second by the feeling, as he was enjoying himself too much to care at this point. He let himself be carried over the table as the men broke their kiss and he followed the signs of his sensual partner pushing him around to take a doggy position.

The bar owner now facing his customer's butt cheeks didn't lose a single moment and started digging deep in the hole of the other man, creating an immediate moaning and approving reaction. His tongue was morphing inside the flesh and getting longer and wetter, producing some fluids that were being inserted in the customer's insides and helping his hole relax and loosen. The stimulation was intense, and the moaning was not stopping as both men seemed to be enjoying themselves a lot. After a few minutes of rimming, the bar owner removed his head from the customer's butt and used his new morphing powers to make his legs grow taller, so that his heavy engorged cock would reach the rear entrance of the other man without any issue. "Are you ready for more?" he asked with his deep voice. He did not leave any room for his sexual partner to reply as he immediately started digging deep into his dilated hole.

His huge dick got in without any trouble after all the preparation and the moaning started again with a new strength this time. He immediately went on accelerating his movements inside the hole. The customer was in full bliss and was not able to think of anything else than the dick that was working up his insides. Never had he felt such intense stimulation before, and the dizziness he was under made all the feelings of pain completely disappear. It's as if he had been made for this.

But it did not end here. The bartender's powers allowed him to apply more matter to his already enormous penis, slowly gaining both in girth and length, spreading the hole of his customer more and more while reaching deeper in him at the same time. The intensity of the session was getting stronger by the minute for the man still sitting on all fours on the table. Orgasm after orgasm, the moaning turning into and uncontrolled screaming as he felt himself fuller and fuller. He did not even need to touch himself to feel like he was at the edge of cumming. It only took a few more movements from the bar tender for him to feel the release coming in the most intense orgasm he had ever felt.

The bartender, reaching way beyond any humanly possible size inside of his customer, felt the insides of the man stimulating his monstrous member. A moment later, he started coming inside him with an unstoppable flow of liquid that was filling the guts of his customer, slowly inflating his stomach with his own body fluids. The man on the table passed out from the intensity of the session, and the bartender retreated himself as green goo was dripping from the stretched and very full hole of the now unconscious man. It did not take long before he was able to see already the first few small drops of green liquid slowly oozing out of the unconscious man's skin as his own transformation was taking place.

The bartender smiled as he was looking at his first creation, his body returning to his now natural green and gooey shape. The bar was going to be very different from now on and he was very excited to open again the following days for more new drinks and transformations.

[slimeboy77]

I am seriously considering quitting this platform. I feel like my feed is completely drowned in AI generated content. I don't mind an illustration to a story that is AI generated. But just posting a picture, videos or even entire stories made by AI doesn't interest me. I want to feel real humans, I want to see a certain unique style, I want to see imperfections, I want to feel the unhinged creativity. But it's looking like the content I see on this platform is less and less what I was after when I first became active here.

[possessedboy]

FRIEND ABSORPTION

Brett and Alex were inseparable friends, they met 2 years ago but it felt like forever ago.

Alex was an extroverted guy, he had a good physique, he liked to go out to parties and get drunk, sometimes he had conflicts with other people but in spite of everything he was a good guy, he was very intelligent in his class and he was always willing to help his friend.

Brett on the other hand was a calmer guy, besides being intelligent he was also outgoing but he was not a fan of parties, but he loved to be in shape and go to the gym, his dedication was his main characteristic to highlight, because thanks to it he got the body he always wanted, in spite of everything Alex and Brett were a great duo where both complemented each other.

But one day Alex arrived with some life-changing news....

~ “Hey Brett, did you hear that there is going to be a bodybuilder contest this week, they will have a nice reward for the winner.”

Brett on hearing this was quite excited as the money would come in quite handy for both of them.

- “That sounds fantastic, it would be a dream to win but I don't even think I can enter, my body is not up to these competitions yet” he replied.

Alex seeing him so discouraged tried to motivate him, but to no avail.

- “maybe if I find a way to gain more muscle mass before the competition, but we know it's impossible in such a short time” Brett said and headed to his room, while Alex decided to go out and get drunk to sober up a bit.

Hours later Brett was anxious because he wanted to be able to enter the competition, he started to research on the Internet some way to have the muscles he thought he needed.

It was then that he found a very hidden page, which apparently had the answer to his problem...

--"Welcome, if you found this page it is because you are looking for the perfect body and here we have the solution you were looking for, all you have to do is fix your gaze on the monitor for a moment **the screen proceeds to turn a greenish hue**”

Brett a little confused and hesitant proceeded to do so, he fixed his gaze for a minute but nothing was happening.

~ “this shit is a scam” he exclaimed, but then Brett went into a trance while watching the screen, then a greenish mist started to come out of his pc, going straight to his face, a large greenish cloud had formed and it proceeded to come in through his mouth, nose and ears, the large cloud was slowly disappearing.

Entering his system until it filled it without a trace, the last of the fog entered through his mouth, and it was then that his eyes turned the green that was shown on the monitor but now the screen no longer had any color.

Brett stopped and became conscious again not knowing what had happened, “Wow, I don't know what just happened, but I feel so good and so motivated that I think I can enter the contest, I can't wait for Alex to come back to tell him!”.

And apparently luck was on Brett's side as Alex had just walked through the door in a drunken stupor.

- “Alex you're back! “ exclaimed Brett.

~ “hehe yeah, I needed to sober up a bit.”

Brett was walking straight to Alex to tell him what had happened, but suddenly Brett stood still going into a trance and his eyes turned the shade of green, Alex hadn't even noticed because of the state he was in.

~ “ It's too hot don't you think? I think we should take off our clothes “ Brett said but this really wasn't him, it looked like someone else had taken control of his body.

- “That sounds good, so you can show me some of those poses you know how to do to show off those muscles.”

They both proceeded to take off their clothes, until they were completely naked, face to face so close that even their penises were touching.

~ “you like the feel of this.”

- “ too much I would say haha”

Brett proceeded to show him some poses what he had learned, apparently what or whoever was controlling him had all the memories and information of the real Brett at his disposal.

After doing a few poses, Brett got much closer to Alex, it was then that he proceeded to kiss him, Alex put no resistance and let the moment happen, their tongues were touching each other in a long and sensual kiss, it was then that Brett's body started to move in a strange way as if it was made of jelly, of course Alex from how horny he was didn't even notice it was happening.

~ “ would you let me fuck that perfect ass of yours?”

Alex didn't even know how to say no, apparently he had been waiting for this moment since he met Brett, for him to fuck him and he could feel the two of them as one, too bad he didn't know the latter would be literal.

Alex turned around, they were both standing, it was then that Brett began to penetrate him, little by little they were both feeling that pleasure.

With all of him inside Alex, Brett started to fuck him so hard, he was feeling like he was close to cumming, it was then that his eyes turned a much stronger green.

~ “here comes the bear hug ” Brett started to squeeze Alex so hard that Alex started to worry.

- “ Hey Brett I think this is too tight hehe”.

But everything started to get wilder, it was then that Brett's body started to shake like it did before, but this time in a more slimy way, Brett's legs were so slimy that he was slowly absorbing Alex's legs just like a slime, soon both of their legs were already one, Alex meanwhile didn't know what was going on.

After absorbing his legs and thighs he proceeded to go for his ass, it was then where Alex felt it was getting buried inside Brett, feeling how his all around was being filled with that goo.

- “ BRETT STOP DOING THAT, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING”.

He felt how their penis was now one. Slowly it also absorbed his torso and arms as all Alex could do was fight an already lost battle.

With most of his body absorbed, only Alex's head was left and it was in the middle of Brett's pecs as the two had quite a difference in height.

- “ BRETT STOP IT PLEASE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING BUT STOP IT, I JUST WANTED SOME FUN.”

~ “ Sorry kid, Brett is no longer in control of this body, he made a deal with me and now I must help him win this competition, don't be afraid when you are completely absorbed, the real Brett is in here, come hang out with him together hehe.”

Alex was in shock and just as he was about to say something, the goo from Brett's body began to enter his mouth, nose and ears, turning his eyes a greenish hue as well.

Brett flexed his pecs causing what was left of Alex's face to be crushed with his goo and absorbed completely, the absorption had been a success.

Brett proceeded to head in front of a mirror, flexing his pecs to incorporate Alex and the original Brett to each of his pecs.

~ “ Don't worry boys, you're safe in here and I'll make you win that contest, too bad you'll now have to spend eternity in there hehehehe.”

Now the boys were inside the new Brett's body, wrapped in a kind of greenish goo, where every orifice of them was filled with slimy goo, in a trance just feeling pleasure, they were both going to win that competition, but not in the way they thought.

Meanwhile the new Brett was on his way to register for the competition, with a new more muscular body he already had a clear goal, “stupid Brett, you should have been more careful what you wish for *flexes pecs*”.

[slimeboy77]

Let the goo do its work.

[theradicalscrivener]

Grown Home

Elliot awakens to find himself trapped in a strange place with a decidedly alien entity which has need of some samples from Earth. but... Elliot is just one guy, and the alien seems to need A Lot from him.

[Other places to find me]

Elliot groaned as he slowly began to wake up. He had no memory of how he had gotten here, nor did he know where here was. As his eyes fluttered open, he began to take stock of his surroundings. The entire place looked like a cave, but instead of stone walls, the round corridors were coated in a soft, slick-looking reddish substance. At first Elliot assumed it was a rubber coating, but as his vision started to clear, he realized that the walls were pulsing and shuddering, giving the entire place the appearance of being alive.

Elliot was still groggy and sluggish, but despite his drugged state, his fight or flight response was starting to kick in. He struggled to move, but he quickly realized that both his wrists and ankles were bound by tendrils made of the same substance that seemed to coat the walls and floor of the cavern. To make matters worse, Elliot soon realized that he had been stripped of any and all belongings, even his clothes. He was as naked as the day he was born.

As Elliot struggled against his restraints, another tendril lowered from the ceiling. A large, bulbous sphere protruded from the end of the stalk. The slit formed in the spherical appendage. The outer layer peeled back to reveal a large, yellow eyeball which stared directly at Elliot.

Elliot struggled harder against his bonds, but it was no use. He wasn’t strong enough to wrest himself free from the restraints.

For better or for worse, the eye didn’t seem bothered by Elliot’s thrashing. It hovered there patiently as it waited for him to tire himself out. Eventually, when Elliot’s attempts at escape began to wane, a strange hissing, screeching sound emitted from the eyestalk. Elliot had never heard anything like it before. The sound seemed to pierce straight into his subconscious.

Despite having never heard this language before, he seemed to understand the meaning. It was as if some dormant part of his brain had snapped awake and was translating the sounds in real time.

“You are awake,” the entity said.

Elliot didn’t respond. Not only did he not know what to say, but his body was now feeling even heavier than before now that his flailing had subsided. Had he tired himself out? Was he being sedated? Elliot didn’t know.

“Planet designation: S-883. Primary sentient species designation: Human. Samples required,” the stalk screeched.

Elliot had no idea what this meant, but he doubted he’d enjoy it. He wanted to thrash and struggle once more, but his body felt too heavy and sluggish to react. All he could do was hang there suspended by the tendrils that bound his arms and legs as a cloud of purple mist spewed forth from the eyestalk.

Something was strange – even stranger than the surreal environment that he found himself in. His head felt fuzzy. His body felt warm. He felt almost giddy. Had he been drugged? Elliot wasn’t sure, but his skin felt so sensitive to the touch that even the wriggling tendrils that clasped his ankles and wrists felt like sensual caresses.

Elliot could feel his dick stiffening. Part of him was disgusted by his body’s reaction. This was not the time to get turned on! He needed to think of a way to escape! … but it felt so good…

It quickly grew harder and harder to focus. His fear began to fade, and in its place, a sense of sedated serenity seeped in. Some part in the back of his mind was screaming at him to run, but his body had no interest in complying.

Another pair of tendrils slithered forth from the nearby walls. These tendrils were similar to the eye stalk that Elliot had just seen, but they were much thinner and instead of a spherical orb at the end of the stalk, they had small, cup-like protrusions. These suction-cup-like tips clamped down on his exposed nipples.

The sensation was so intense that Elliot’s entire body tensed up despite the intense sedation. His muscles flexed. His now rigid cock bucked and lurched. It felt so good! How did it feel so good!? He was a guy! His nipples shouldn’t feel like that!

The eyestalk dropped down once more. It seemed to be scanning him. Elliot couldn’t be sure, but he could swear he felt it behind his eyes poking around in his brain.

“Guy… colloquial… male… girl… colloquial… female… understood…” the stalk replied in that grating, rasping screech that it had.

There was a clicking sound much like the sound an old tape deck made when it had reached the end of the cassette. Elliot could literally hear the gears turning in the head of whatever entity had him restrained.

“Subject… male… subject required… male… subject required … female… adjusting parameters…” the stalk announced.

Elliot could hear the words, but his mind was so clouded he could only really process bits and pieces. Did this mean that they needed someone else? Not just a male subject but a female one as well?

Somehow, his fear for someone else was enough to overpower the lethargy that gripped his body. He started to stir. He struggled to pull free from the two tendrils which now clamped down on his oversensitive nipples.

No! he thought. No one else!

The stalk froze. The clicking sound resumed. Elliot could once more hear the entity thinking and recalculating.

“Understood…” the stalk replied. “Subject required… male… subject required… female… subject required… male and female…”

Elliot had no idea what this meant, but before he could muster the energy for another attempt at escaping, he felt the tendrils around his arms wrap tighter. He winced in pain as barbs shot out from the tendril and dug into his wrist. He could feel the heat entering his body through his wrists. It was pumping something into him. Something warm. Something… soothing. Something… intoxicating.

Elliot’s mind grew even fuzzier. He tried his best to keep his focus, but his body felt even more sensitive than before. His dick grew even harder. It didn’t seem possible. He was already harder than he had ever been in his life, but his cock somehow felt like it was still swelling and stiffening. Even his nipples, which had never been terribly sensitive felt like they were stiffening within the fleshy suction cups at the end of the tendrils.

Elliot couldn’t tell for sure what was happening. His body felt heavier somehow. At first, he assumed it was the sedative soaking into his muscles, but that didn’t feel like it. It wasn’t his muscles that felt heavy, it was his body. Every inch of him felt heavy, but his chest felt particularly massive.

Elliot glanced down and marveled at what he saw.

His chest was swelling! His formerly lean, toned pecs had softened and swelled. He now was sporting a set of small breasts. What happened? Was this a result of whatever the tendrils had just injected him with?

Elliot’s muscles tensed once more as bliss wracked his entire body. His tits felt fantastic! The small suction cups attached to his nipples were suckling his newly formed teats. It almost felt like he was cumming from his chest!

“Obtaining materials… female…” the eye stalk chattered. “materials needed… male…”

Elliot had no idea what this meant, but he doubted he wanted to find out. The voice in the back of his mind once more shouted at him to flee, but he felt too good and giddy to react. All he could do was dangle there as bask in the blissful sensations that coursed through his body and pulsed through his chest.

Another tendril appeared. This one slithered towards the tip of Elliot’s pre-drooling rod. Elliot was neither the biggest nor smallest guy below the belt. He was painfully average, but this wasn’t the time to lament any shortcomings. He could barely even comprehend what he was seeing and feeling. He could only groggily watch as the tip of the tendril tickled the puffy head of his fully boned cock.

Was it going to milk him from there too? But it didn’t have a suction cup on this tendril? So, what did it have in mind?

As if in answer to Elliot’s question, the tendril pushed against the dribbling slit of his rigid cock and slowly slithered deeper and deeper into his cock.

Elliot let out a loud, low moan. Every muscle in his body tensed. His cock bucked and lurched. It felt fantastic! How did it feel so good!? The tendril was so huge that it felt like it should split his dick open, but it didn’t hurt at all! It was almost as if the tendril was somehow massaging every millimeter of exposed inner lining of his oversensitive cock!

“Obtaining materials… male… obtaining materials female… output insufficient… more subjects required…” the stalk chattered.

Elliot tensed up once more, but this time it wasn’t a result of his body being wracked with orgasmic bliss. Once more, some part in his mind was yelling at him to resist. He couldn’t let anyone else get caught up in this. He had to do something!

                The clicking sound returned. The eyestalk hovered in front of him as it thought over this new information.

                “Additional materials required… male… Additional materials required… female… Additional subjects required…” the stalk chattered, but the clicking sound grew louder. Suddenly, the eye at the end of the stalk shuddered. For a brief moment, the eye seemed to lose focus and then readjust.  It almost looked like it forgot what it was just saying and rapidly snapped back to attention.

“Incorrect… Current subject only… Additional materials required… Adjusting parameters…” the stalk chattered.

Elliot had no idea what this meant, but before he could even muster the energy to formulate a question, he felt the searing pain in his wrists once more. He was being pumped full of something. He was being pumped full of a lot of something. Pleasure and pain wracked his body in equal measure, but soon the searing pain in his wrists began to fade.

His body had felt heavy before, but now it felt like lead. His newly formed tits weighed heavily on his chest, but perhaps more shocking was the growing weight between his thighs. He could feel something impossibly heavy dangling from his groin.

Elliot lazily stared down. His eyes fell upon his swelling chest. Either one of his tits was the size of a basketball and visibly swelling before his eyes! As astounding as this view was, it was what was below that really got his attention!

Elliot could see his dick sticking out past his shelf of fat tits. That didn’t seem possible. It should only stick out maybe five inches and his rack jutted out far further than that! To make matters worse, his cock looked impossibly fat. It was thicker than his forearm by a good margin! It looked almost as huge as his thighs! But perhaps even more shocking was what he felt and saw even further down. Elliot wasn’t sure if it was just a coincidence or if the fleshy shackles and pumps that held him moved to accommodate his gaze, but as he looked down, the pumps shifted, pulling aside his pair of massive breasts and giving him a clear line of site to his crotch and the bits and bobs that hung below. Elliot’s nuts were massive. Either enormous orb now dangled down to his knees. Both enlarged testes were the size of watermelons and visibly swelling before his eyes.

His tits… his cock… his nuts… they all were so blissfully swollen. They were so amazingly heavy. They were filled to the brim with fluids that the stalk seemed so keen on siphoning, and Elliot was more than happy to let it drink its fill.

Elliot chuckled drunkenly as he stared down at his swelling body. This was absurd. This was obscene. This was insane! He should be freaked out. He should be terrified. He should be trying to escape! But even as the rational part of his brain raged against his body, his mind continued to be overpowered by the blissful sensations that coursed through him.

It made sense in some strange way. Elliot sensed no malice from this entity, only curiosity and necessity. It did not mean him harm, and in fact… in some strange way… it had struck a deal with Elliot. Elliot had insisted no one else be abducted. Elliot insisted that only he should be the milked like this. The stalk had considered, and the stalk had acquiesced.   

How much materials did it need? How many people would it have required had Elliot not offered his body up? Two? Four? Twenty? He couldn’t tell. Already his cock and tits were massively swollen. His tits were the size of prize pumpkins. His enormous jugs hung so heavily off his chest that had they not been propped up by the wriggling tendrils that suckled at his teats, the sheer weight of it would have hurt his back. The wriggling tendrils which now gripped his huge, soft tits felt so fantastic that it spurred his cock on to cum even harder.

His cock was spurting like a firehose. His enormous, rigid cock was now as wide as his hips. The enormous shaft was so long that it somehow extended past even his colossal rack. The tendrils tried their best to suck up as much spooge as they could, but there was just so much of it. Each spray from his massive cock sent splashed of jizz against the walls. Cum pooled on the floor far below where he was suspended from the wall.

Elliot could feel something strange. His nuts were incredibly heavy, but they no longer weighed down on his crotch as intensely as they had before. His tits had grown so much that even though the tendrils had his jugs held apart, they filled up every inch of space in between. Elliot couldn’t see past his tits to get a look at his crotch and the nuts that dangled beneath, but he could feel the ground pressing against the underside of his fat nuts.

Elliot was in an orgasmic stupor, but even so, his brain skipped a beat as he tried to process what he felt. He was suspended from the wall. He was a few feet off the ground! And yet, his nuts hung past his feet to rest solidly on the floor below. Just how huge were they!?

Elliot could not see, but he could feel. His nuts were now massive, sloshing reservoirs of jizz. Either enormous stone was now a boulder. His nuts were now so massive that they dwarfed even the largest bean bag chair sofas. The combined size of his two testes within their sack rivaled that of a sedan.

Elliot’s brain drifted in and out. He hovered between consciousness and blissful stupor as he watched his body continue to swell. He felt so good. Every inch of him felt so sensitive to the touch. His skin was warm and tingly. His tits were huge and swollen. His cock was as rigid as ever and somehow still getting harder and huger.

Another intense wave of orgasmic bliss wracked his body. His colossal cock gave a huge lurch of delight. He could literally feel his endowments surging in size. How big was he? How big would he get? How big did he need to be? How big was too much?

Elliot tried to focus. He tried to latch on to a single coherent thought. He wanted to know how much bigger would he get!?

But all that escaped his mouth was a single, guttural, “… bigger…”

Elliot tried once more to speak, but once more, all he managed to do was moan, “… bigger…”

The tendrils froze. The stalk once more leaned in close to his face. Elliot once more heard the clicking sound as whatever sentience this stalk possessed buffered and processed his request.

“Understood… adjusting parameters…” the stalk chattered.

Elliot tried to protest. He tried to say or do something to stop the tendrils from carrying out their new orders, but his body felt so huge and heavy and fantastic, and his brain was so giddy and groggy. All he could do was chuckle in a drunken stupor as he felt the searing heat pulse through his wrists once more.

It didn’t even hurt this time. If anything, the heat felt soothing. A serene warmth washed over him. Was he too far gone to feel pain? Or perhaps… perhaps he was too addicted to care. Even though the sane part of his brain was pleading for him to stop, his body craved more.

“… bigger…” Elliot moaned as he felt his body surge with size once more.

Elliot moaned and writhed in ecstasy as his massive, tanker-sized tits surged and size and sprayed milk. His body tensed. His muscles flexed. His enormous, fuselage-sized schlong bucked and lurched. His colossal reservoirs of spunk tensed up beneath him.

Elliot couldn’t fathom how huge he had become. He had outgrown the confines of the fleshy caverns a while ago. He was only vaguely aware that he had been ejected onto the cool, damp earth sometime before. Above him loomed the alien vessel which was now swollen and sloshing with his milk and cum.

“Quota… exceeded… Capacity… exceeded…” the stalk clicked.

The tendrils released Elliot’s swelling body. Even without the alien appendages actively milking his cock and tits, his nips and dick continued to spurt and spray. The field around him was quickly flooded with cream from his cock and jugs.

Elliot watched in stupefied awe as the alien entity, now so swollen with his fluids that it jiggled like a water balloon, rose into the sky and wobble awkwardly into the stratosphere.

So that was it. He was left here. He was back home safe and sound, but he was too huge to move and too horny to think. His massive, passenger-jet-sized cock was still spurting cum like a burst fire hydrant. His enormous, water-tower-sized tits continued to gush milk like faucets. His colossal, swollen, department store-sized sack continued to churn out more cum.

Elliot was a tiny body trapped between hundreds of feet and thousands of pounds of erogenous flesh. He knew he should be horrified, but the constant sense of climax and the overpowered sensations of billions of nerve endings all in the throes of orgasm kept him in a giddy, stupefied state.

Some part of him knew he was trapped here. He couldn’t move with all this mass. All he could do was writhe and cum and moan and climax. He would need food. He would need drink, but even as some part in the back of his head that remained lucid argued with the rest of him, he couldn’t work up the energy or focus to care. He just wanted to cum and spurt and swell…

Off in the distance, he could hear the telltale sound of helicopter blades. He could see the massive search light shining down on him. Were these the police? News reporters? Men in Black? He didn’t know nor did he care. He was just happy for an audience.

[Other places to find me]

[slimeboy77]

Happy to represent the human species if needed for a curious alien race.

[apushforfolly]

Captive Audience

Epilogue

"When you lose someone you love, you die too, and you wait around for your body to catch up." These words from John Scalzi ring in my head as I sit on the front pew, holding my grandfather's urn. Ever since my parents died when I was 6, my grandfather had taken care of me. He taught me everything I know and made sure that I have the best things in life. He made me feel that even if my parents were gone, he will stay by my side so that I'll never feel alone. Until a week ago, when his body finally succumbed to cancer. I want to cry my eyes out as his friends start saying their eulogy but it seems that my eyes are already dried up. I simply remained perfectly still, at the front row of an almost empty room.

When I started studying at the university, I was so happy that grandpa bought me a house nearby so that I don't have to live in a dorm. I moved out of his house without any knowledge that he's suffering from stage 4 stomach cancer. He even helped me move my stuff and give me a music box as his housewarming gift. I have no idea that in just a span of 1 year, he'll be greeting me with an invitation to his funeral. I thought it was just a prank at first but when I arrived at his house for the summer, reality hit me like a deer in a headlight. I held his urn tighter to my chest as this heaviness starts gripping my lungs and stomach.

When the ceremony ended, I was left in the room, holding my grandfather's urn while I stared blankly ahead. I don't know what I am supposed to do now. I simply stand up and walk out of the room to go back to my house and spend the summer alone. Just as I left the building and went inside my car, I felt someone following me. I sit on the driver seat and gently place grandpa beside me before I secure him with the seat belt. The door suddenly opens as I look up and see this huge man, standing outside my car, looking at me strangely.

"Can I help you?" I defensively ask.

He just looks at me as if he is scanning every inch of my face for like a minute or two before saying something.

"You're Tom's grandson, yeah?" He asks as his deep voice booms inside my car.

"Yes, I am. How do you know that? I didn't see you at the funeral." I ask as I try to grab my grandfather's urn beside me.

"Look kid, I was asked by your grandpa to do one last favor when he died. I'm going to fulfill it." He said before pulling my grandpa off the passenger seat and proceeded to enter the car and sit beside me. He did this without breaking his gaze into my eyes.

"Look, sir, I just had one of the worst days of my life. All I want to do is to go back to my house and spend the summer as normally as possible. Kindly step off my car before I call the cops." I annoyingly state to him as I raise the phone in my hand. He looks down and lets out a sigh before replying to me.

"The day you moved out, your grandpa left you a music box, right? Take me to it so that I can give you his last message. That was his orders before he died and if I have to force you myself, then I'll be happy obliged." He replied with a hint of irritation in his tone. He then pulls out a gun from his back and hands it to me. "Now drive, I don't want to spend the next 2 hour drive, comforting and assuring your pathetic ass. I won't repeat myself."

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" I ask as I point the gun at his head and cock the hammer. He thinks I don't know how to use a gun? He just let out another annoyed sigh before his body stiffens and his face becomes frozen. He stays like that for a minute before he looks at me with an expressionless face and begins speaking in a somewhat familiar tone.

"Little clown, I hope that my message can reach you even if I'm gone. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you anything about my condition. I want you to live your life as normally as you can after everything that happened to you. Now, as for my last words, I ask Gregory here to deliver this to you since I know that it's only a matter of time before I die. I know that you might doubt Gregory so here's our secret phrase, "No monster will haunt you at night, for monsters roam around the day, pretending to smile at your side." I want you to take Gregory in front of the music box and let him do what I ask him to do. He will explain everything that you need to know. Remember, grandpa will always look out for his little clown." The man, who seems to be Gregory, said those words before he snaps out of his frozen state and looks at me with a confused face.

"What just happened?" He asks as he grips his chest and heaves heavily.

It's like he just woke up from a trance. I've seen video clips of people going in and out of trance a couple of times and it seems that my grandpa planted a trigger on this man. He always knew that I've always been interested in hypnosis. I never saw him or heard him practice it though. But the way this man spoke those words, and he also said our secret phrase, there's no doubt that grandpa was the one who implanted that message into this man. I decide to start the car and drive back to my place to find out what this is all about. Gregory just calms down and starts sleeping beside me.

After 2 hours of driving, we arrived at my house so I tapped Gregory's shoulder and he woke up immediately. His huge frame dominates my driveway as he stretches his body from being scrunched inside my Civic. He lets out a yawn before he walks up to me and waits for me to let him inside my house.

"Are you going inside or not?" He annoyingly asks which kinda pisses me off.

I open the door and we walk inside the house. He immediately searches around for what I assumed is the music box so I told that it's on a cabinet in my bedroom. I point to the direction of my bedroom as he immediately walks inside my room and comes back with the music box in his hand. Gregory places the music box over the kitchen island and starts winding it up. After he winds it, he pulls out the key and places it in my hands. I never knew that the key could be pulled from the box. As soon as the melody starts, Gregory's body stiffens once again and proceeds to speak in an unusual tone.

"Little clown, if Gregory starts saying this part, that means he was able to come to your house and play the music box that I gave you. Now, as you hold the key in your hand, kindly look underneath the box. There's a small opening there where you can stick the key and open the hidden compartment. Inside, there is a glass vial; what I need you to do is to break the vial, pour its content on Gregory's dick and it will do the rest. This might seem strange so I need you to trust me. It will protect and care for you for as long as you want it to. Take care, my little clown. Grandpa wishes you to have a good life." With that, Gregory walks over to a chair and sits down before stripping himself down to his underwear. His face is still blank and I can see a string of drool falling down to his chest.

He looks at me straight into my eyes as he stretches his underwear and pulls out his huge, thick dick. I think it was about as long and thick as a baton. It's not even hard! And his balls, just like a lemon. I swallow my own spit as I stand there, looking at Gregory's emotionless face and horse-sized penis. I remember what he told me earlier so I picked up the music box and opened the secret compartment with the key on my hand. Inside is a test tube with a blue gel-like liquid inside. I pull out the cork from the test tube and this musky aroma starts filling my nose. I quickly turn my nose away from it as it really smells like a t-shirt that has been marinating in sweat for a long time. Grandpa is asking me to pour this liquid into Gregory's dick so I slowly approach him. Gregory's eyes follow mine as I inch closer and closer to him while his hand is still holding the garter of his underwear open as the other hand holds his dick.

I slowly pour out the content of the test tube on top of Gregory's dick and watch as the liquid quickly envelopes his dick and balls. Gregory's mouth opens as his drool starts spilling to his chest. I notice the liquid forms a tendril that buries itself between Gregory's ass. His body suddenly jerks as his eyes roll inside his head and he starts moaning softly. The liquid is now pulsing over his dick and balls, causing Gregory's dick to show its true form. My mouth drops as I see his dick grows into an even more enormous size. That thing can be used as a blunt object for self-defence! Gregory's breathing has become more dragged as the liquid enveloping his manhood starts pulsing faster and faster. After a few more minutes, Gregory lets out a deep grunt as I see his dick spewing his seeds inside the liquid. I blush as I notice how much cum Gregory has been producing. It took him at least 2 minutes to finish up and the liquid now looks like a balloon filled with cum. After he emptied his sperm inside the liquid, Gregory just slumped into the chair and started snoring. The liquid, however, starts compressing itself while the cum inside is getting lesser. Once there's no trace of cum inside it, the liquid plops down on the floor as it takes the shape of a small ball. Two protrusions pop up on top of it as it somehow looks like an antenna and I also see it form some kind of feet below it.

I look at the liquid and wonder if it's alive. I reach my hand and poke it using my finger as I feel it shivers. Its antenna perks up and then bends then perks up again.

"Hi!" I hear a small voice say as I look around and see no one.

"Down here, Piero." I hear the voice again and look down at the ball.

"Is that you? Are you talking?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's not actually talking though. I'm speaking directly in your mind. As you can see I don't have a mouth." The ball replies.

"What are you?"

"Good question. I'll answer that since I don't feel any fear nor doubt from you. As you can see, I am a slime. Your family has been taking care of me for centuries and now I've been passed down to you. You see, I landed here on your planet sometime ago and I was discovered by one of your ancestors. We entered a pact in which I'll always be by his side but an accident happened and I was separated from him. By the time that I found him, he had already died. So, I promised in his grave that I will serve his descendants for as long as I live." The slime states.

My head is spinning from everything he just said. I thought it was a joke but I just talked with a sentient slime who is stored inside my music box and just drained the cum from the bull of a man in front of me. And it's telepathic. And it's alien.

"Look, Piero, take it easy. I know it's a lot but I promise that I will help you. Just as what I've done for your grandfather, I will make sure that you will have the life that you wanted." The slime says, interrupting my thoughts.

What he said actually makes sense now. I guess this slime is what he says that will protect and care for me for as long as I want to. That last part is a little weird though.

"It's actually pretty simple, actually. As long as you need my help, I'll be at your service. Once you think that my services are no longer needed, then I will hibernate until the one awakens me. If I was not activated for 50 years, then I will seek your next of kin. Simple, right?" The slime says, as to answer my thoughts again.

"Thank you, but can you stop reading my thoughts, it's kinda awkward for me." I shyly said.

"Don't worry. I don't judge and I don't compare. Your thoughts are my thoughts. I am just an extension of your will." The slime confidently replies.

"It's not because I'm afraid you'll judge me, it's just that it's my thoughts and sometimes, I like to think things through without getting interrupted."

"I can definitely do that but it will hinder me from serving you. As you can see, I don't have the means to communicate with you in any other way." The slime explains.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. I wish I could talk to you normally though. Can't you like, form a mouth or something? So that you can talk normally?" I ask.

"I can form a mouth since my body is amorphous but I am incapable of producing sounds since I don't have the organ for it. If you want me to talk like how you talk then kindly provide me with a vessel that I can assimilate." The slime proposes.

"Wait, a vessel you can assimilate? You mean a container, right?"

"I am capable of assimilating everything that exists here on your planet. But for me to communicate with you without the use of telepathy, I'll be needing another human to be my vessel. I'll assimilate myself inside the body and use that body to communicate with you." The slime says.

I was shocked by what I just heard. This slime can assimilate humans. Just like Venom in comics. I felt my legs weaken as I fear that this creature in front of me might be just deceiving me in order to eat human brains. I then heard a child-like laughter in my head as I looked at the slime in front of me.

"Firstly, I don't consume anything with traces of carbon. I can, but my physiology will suffer immensely since my body requires protein-based diet. That's why I find it so easy that humans can produce large quantities of it when aroused. Second, as I mentioned earlier, I don't have any thoughts of my own. I'm simply incapable. I simply respond to my master's thoughts and emotions to tell me what to do. Lastly, my last directive is to protect and care for Anthony Piero Wright Jr. I will make sure that you will live a happy life." The slime says as his last words struck me.

"So you're saying that you just need to eat cum to sustain yourself?"

"Precisely. I need to do it once a day or else my body will be forced to hibernate. Since I already had my fill with this guy over here, I'm done for the day." The slime explains as my focus turns to Gregory.

"What about him? Will he be alright? After you just drained his balls?" I ask as I tap Gregory's face while he continues to snore like a pug.

"He'll be alright. After the conditioning and modifications that he went through with Tom, his body is now basically a glorified cum fountain." The slime says as its tendrils reach Gregory's limped dick and play with it.

"You mean Grandpa made him like this?" I shockingly asks.

"Why yes! Before I went into hibernation, Gregory was my vessel. Your grandpa reprogrammed his mind and body, with the help of yours truly, to be the perfect vessel for me and a perfect servant for him." The slime replies as its tendrils now spiral around Gregory's dick, slowly awakening it to the full mast while Gregory remains asleep soundly.

"A servant? I never remembered grandpa having this man around the house. How can he do this to this man? How about Gregory's family? Does grandpa not care that this man might have a family who misses him?" I feel myself tearing up as soon as I speak. I know what it feels like to miss someone whom you'll never see again.

"Well, this guy has no existing family. Gregory was arrested by your father since he was involved in a syndicate that your dad is trying to bring down. He was convicted but managed to break out of prison. The syndicate abandoned him and he tried to look for your parents to get revenge. When he arrived at your grandpa's house, Tom told him that your parents died in a plane crash. He immediately went angry and planned to kill you and your grandpa. I managed to assimilate him before he reached your room and the rest was history. You see Piero, your grandfather taught you that a guy like Gregory can protect you if ever there's another guy who seeks revenge for your dad. So, he made sure that Gregory is in great shape and under control before sealing me inside my vial for hibernation. Though I miss using him as my vessel, Tom said that you'll be moving out soon and that I should passed on to you." The slime explains.

I stare at Gregory as I watch him sleep. I guess that my grandpa didn't have a choice when he decided to keep Gregory. I stroke his face as he instinctively rubs his cheek against my hand. He lets out a groan and rests his face on my hand. I notice his dick is now at full size again because the slime keeps playing with it using its tendrils. I start to wonder if a human can take that kind of a dick. I mean, just by looking at it, it's so massive that it looks like Gregory has an arm on his groin. I don't think any human can endure its size, entering their body.

"You can always use his asshole. Tom used to do it all the time when you were asleep." The slime interjects.

"What did I tell you about reading my thoughts? And what are you talking about? Grandpa's not gay. He's an old fashion guy with slight tendencies for homophobia but when I told him that I was gay, he tried his best to support me and not insult me." I said to the slime.

"Again, not possible without a vessel, and I didn't say that he's gay. It's just when he's horny and desperate, I offer my ass to him for quick relief. Technically, it was Gregory's ass but I'm the one in the driving seat."

"You like being fucked?"

"Yeah, but what I'm after is the cum. That's my only food, remember?"

"Right, right. So why didn't you go inside Gregory in the first place if he was your previous vessel?" I ask.

"Well, you didn't tell me to. Again, I am just an extension of your will. I don't function without your permission, now that you're my master. So I'll ask, do you want me to use Gregory as my vessel?" The slime responds.

"It's not like I want you inside him. It's kinda creepy. I just want you to stop reading my thoughts and talk to me." I reply since the concept of assimilation is still freaking me out.

"Ok." The slime replies before one of its antennae extends to Gregory's ear and slips inside.

I watch in horror as the slime burrows its antenna inside Gregory's head. Gregory's eyes suddenly open though I can only see the white of his eyes showing. His mouth forms an O while his drool starts spewing all over his chest. I take a step back as his legs start flailing around like a ragdoll. Then, the slime's antenna detaches from its main body and disappears right inside Gregory's ear. Gregory stops moving and remains still with his eyes and mouth wide open.

"What the hell? What have you done to him? I thought you wouldn't assimilate him." I scream.

"And that's what I did. I just linked myself to his senses so that I can use him as my speaker whenever I need to hear what you're saying and say something I want to. Just give me a moment since it's been a while since I did this." The slime explains.

Gregory's mouth suddenly closes and his eyes roll back to their original place. He then looks at me straight into my eyes as disgust fills his face.

"What are you looking at, weirdo? You're freaking me out." Gregory exclaims as his deep voice fills the room. He notices that he's in his underwear and proceeds to cover his dick in front of me. "What the fuck did you do to me? Why am I naked?" He asks as he inches his way to me, making me tumble and sit on the floor as his huge body towers over me.

I tried to say something but I couldn't speak. I tried to crawl away from him but my arms and legs are weak. He was about to grab me when his body suddenly looked like he had just hit an invisible wall. His eyes widened and his body shivers as I could see him struggling with an invisible force.

"Uhm, sorry about that. I forgot how powerful this man is. As you can see, I just restricted his movements since he was about to smack your pretty little face." Gregory says which made me assume that it is the slime talking through him.

"I thought he was programmed to protect me? Why does he want to hurt me?" I ask as I still struggle to get up.

"Well, being awoken almost naked tends to make people furious, don't you think?" The slime reply.

"You said that you helped grandpa control him, right? Can you do that now?" I panic as I don't know how long the slime's hold on Gregory will last.

"Yeah, but I need to assimilate him to do that. Will you allow me?" The slime asks. I felt a little conflicted about turning Gregory into a simple vessel but I have no choice. I just hope that he can still retain himself even under the influence of the slime.

"Yes, do it. Assimilate Gregory." I say with a sad sigh.

Gregory stops moving as I see his eyes roll at the back of his head again. He remains standing while I see something slithering under the skin of his neck and forehead. After a while, he returns to normal and stares at me for a second before he turns around, picks up his shorts, and dons the clothing. He looks at me with a strange face as he stands in front of me and helps me get back on my feet.

"Sorry about that. Not good with surprises. I thought you were some kind of a pervert." Gregory apologizes as he pats my back to shake off some dust from the floor.

"So you're the slime now, right?" I ask him as I pat myself as well.

"Not really, he says that he just took the part of my brain to control my body but he still had me to be able to think for myself. He states that he'll be sharing with my senses so that you and him can still communicate without reading your mind. He also said that you didn't want him to use me as a vessel so he complies. Wow kid, I almost killed you and you still want to save me. Thanks, I guess." Gregory says as he smiles at me.

"So, does that mean that you're sharing your body with the slime?" I ask him curiously.

"Yeah, he can control my body but he says that he'll only do it if you ask." Gregory rubs the back of his head.

"Thanks, slime. I just think that becoming a prisoner in your own body is a harsh punishment. Even for someone like Gregory." I say as I look into his eyes.

We stand there for a minute before we both realize how awkward it was. He looks away from me as I excuse myself in my room and ask him to make himself comfortable and eat anything in the fridge if he's hungry. I close the door and jump on my bed as I try to process every detail that the slime just told me. There is still a lot that I don't know but I'll go there when I need to. For now, I just want to close my eyes and take a rest from the long drive that we just had.

[slimeboy77]

A new cocktail

The bartender, was finishing to clean up the tables after the last few customers were gone. It was very late, the night had been long and he was ready to close and go back home.

While reaching the last table at the back of the hall, he noticed a drink he didn't remember serving nor having on his card. He was curious about it. It was a green liquid with a thick appearance to it, the kind of substance he would be keen on adding to his mixing skills if he knew how.

He took the drink in his hands and brought it to his face to smell it. Sure, drinking something so suspicious could be dangerous, but smelling it could do no harm, or so did he think. That's when the liquid started moving on its own towards bartender's nose.

He did not have any chance to back off as the substance was already penetrating his breathing system at a surprisingly fast pace. It only took a few seconds before the bartender felt himself suffocating and falling down unconscious on the ground with the now empty glass in his hand.

He woke up a moment later feeling very strange. He was breathing again, but there was a liquid feel to it, similar to when you have a heavy cold and feel the muqus traveling through your lungs. But he was feeling more than fine, the tiredness was gone replaced with a new energy he had not felt in years.

He stood up, but noticed a strange noise as he did. Drops were falling at a slow and even pace on the ground. He looked down and realised he himself was the source of the dripping. That's when he touched his face just to meet with a wet substance that was seemingly oozing from himself. Worried about what was happening to him, he quickly moved to the toilets to see his reflection in the mirror. Panic started taking over when he saw his face was dripping in green goo that his own body seemed to be producing.

He took a step back, feeling like he was about to pass out again. But suddenly he felt a wave of warmth and peacefulness coming from inside him taking over. The panic was slowly dissipating, letting a new feeling of curiosity and calm replace it. He moved closer to the mirror again and observed his whole body, now also realising his clothes were getting wetter and greener by the second.

Now fully aware of a transformation process happening, he removed his shirt to see his torso, more defined than ever, oozing the green goo and covering his skin completely. With each and every liquid breath he was taking, his body was taking a different shape. His shoulders were broadening, his pecs were inflating, his abs were becoming more and more defined. The regular looking bartender that was there a few moments before was no more, a green hot and muscular gooey man was now standing his place.

The front door of the bar opened, making the bell cling in the meantime. A man entered the main hall and immediately shouted "anyone around?" in a voice affected by all the alcohol he had drunk that night. A moment passed, and the man stepped further into the hall, looking for the owner: "Hello?" he shouted again before shrugging and turning around towards the exit. He started moving back to the main door when he heard a voice behind him.

"The bar is closed sir, but maybe I can do something for you?" The voice was deep and sensual. The man turned around again to see a muscular shirtless and handsome man who was coming out of the bathroom. Impressed by the view that was in front of him, the man took a heavy breath before muttering: "I... Why... Hmmmm. I mean yes please. I was there earlier tonight and I think I've forgotten my jacket. Must have had one too many drinks."

"Oh is that so?" replied the shirtless figure, moving closer to the customer. The latter was like hypnotized by the handsomeness of the man walking towards him, he couldn't help but examine the details of his body as he was moving slowly in his direction. The customer was suddenly feeling very warm, and starting to have dirty thoughts of what might end up happening with such a gorgeous man. He was so focused on the man's body that he did not pay attention to the green liquid that was left on the ground at every step the owner of the bar was taking.

The bartender continued walking towards the customer until he was in very close range. "I don't think I've found a jacket unfortunately, but I may have something else for you." That's when he started bending over to reach the other man's face for a deep kiss. The customer was taken by surprise, but he did not push back. He was thinking that was his chance to make the night just that more memorable, and he so deeply wanted it that he was all too happy not to have to provoke it.

He was feeling the tongue of the bar tender playing with his own and trying to reach deep in his mouth. He noticed a strange taste but he thought that must have been the alcohol playing with his taste buds. After a long and uninterrupted kissing, he was starting to feel slightly more drunk, as if the alcohol he had had that night was only starting to get into effect now.

The bar owner in the meantime wasn't losing any time and started removing his customer's clothes while slowly pushing him towards one of the tables. Both men were sporting a pretty visible erection below their pants as they continued kissing deeply. The customer was exploring the bartender's body in details and reaching down to his trousers. A couple moments later, the two men were still making out, both completely naked. The customer was feeling more and more drunk but was not bothered a single second by the feeling, as he was enjoying himself too much to care at this point. He let himself be carried over the table as the men broke their kiss and he followed the signs of his sensual partner pushing him around to take a doggy position.

The bar owner now facing his customer's butt cheeks didn't lose a single moment and started digging deep in the hole of the other man, creating an immediate moaning and approving reaction. His tongue was morphing inside the flesh and getting longer and wetter, producing some fluids that were being inserted in the customer's insides and helping his hole relax and loosen. The stimulation was intense, and the moaning was not stopping as both men seemed to be enjoying themselves a lot. After a few minutes of rimming, the bar owner removed his head from the customer's butt and used his new morphing powers to make his legs grow taller, so that his heavy engorged cock would reach the rear entrance of the other man without any issue. "Are you ready for more?" he asked with his deep voice. He did not leave any room for his sexual partner to reply as he immediately started digging deep into his dilated hole.

His huge dick got in without any trouble after all the preparation and the moaning started again with a new strength this time. He immediately went on accelerating his movements inside the hole. The customer was in full bliss and was not able to think of anything else than the dick that was working up his insides. Never had he felt such intense stimulation before, and the dizziness he was under made all the feelings of pain completely disappear. It's as if he had been made for this.

But it did not end here. The bartender's powers allowed him to apply more matter to his already enormous penis, slowly gaining both in girth and length, spreading the hole of his customer more and more while reaching deeper in him at the same time. The intensity of the session was getting stronger by the minute for the man still sitting on all fours on the table. Orgasm after orgasm, the moaning turning into and uncontrolled screaming as he felt himself fuller and fuller. He did not even need to touch himself to feel like he was at the edge of cumming. It only took a few more movements from the bar tender for him to feel the release coming in the most intense orgasm he had ever felt.

The bartender, reaching way beyond any humanly possible size inside of his customer, felt the insides of the man stimulating his monstrous member. A moment later, he started coming inside him with an unstoppable flow of liquid that was filling the guts of his customer, slowly inflating his stomach with his own body fluids. The man on the table passed out from the intensity of the session, and the bartender retreated himself as green goo was dripping from the stretched and very full hole of the now unconscious man. It did not take long before he was able to see already the first few small drops of green liquid slowly oozing out of the unconscious man's skin as his own transformation was taking place.

The bartender smiled as he was looking at his first creation, his body returning to his now natural green and gooey shape. The bar was going to be very different from now on and he was very excited to open again the following days for more new drinks and transformations.

[slimeboy77]

In case you missed it, I wrote a new story 😊

[holyhomoerotictraps]

Dirty boy wonder

Robin wakes up tied and immobile in a dark place, behind him he feels the Joker and Batman soon arrives but instead of helping him he begins to fondle him because he is not the real overcast but a Creation of Clayface like the Joker, trapped and powerless move the boy wonder is every time he gets stuck more in the sticky body of Clayface who has fun and especially gets excited when he sees that Robin is a dirty boy wonder

[possession4u]

Daniel Osborne gets Flubbed and Pounded

Requested by piosantaidhseil

Daniel Osborne was an extremely promising and talented diver. He had the lean, cut body of a Greek god. He was gearing up for a major competition in a few weeks, and he put in constant practice whenever he had free time. But he just couldn’t seem to compete with his rivals. It was just another day at the gym to workout, or so Dan thought.

He arrived at the gym and checked in as usual. He headed to weight room to lift, and run, and stretch just like always. It was late in the afternoon so Dan was the only person in the room. Dan was being watched, but it wasn’t a person, but Flubber, a green goo blob that had lived in the gym for years. Flubber had always loved watching the hunky guys work up a sweat at the machines. He especially loved watching them pump weights and flex their amazing muscles in the mirror. Flubber wanted to know what it felt like to be a human hunk, but none of the guys seemed right to him. That is, until he found Dan.

Dan finished his weight lifting and stopped to take a breather. He sighed and said,“I don’t know why I bother. I’ll never have the muscles or strength of those guys.” He sat silent for a moment, looking down at the ground. He decided he might as well go home and relax instead of sulking at the gym. As he got up to leave, he heard a noise from behind the weight rack in the corner of the room that sounded like a cross between a purr and a gurgle.

He walked over to investigate and saw a small green blob poking its head out. As he approached, the goo pulled back into the shadow. Dan kneeled down to get a closer look. His jockstrap lines, bubble ass, and bulge were all clearly visible through his thin tight spandex workout pants. Dan reached out a hand to touch the blob, but it withdrew further from him. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he assured. Slowly the blob rolled out and onto Dan’s hand.

He lifted his hand to his face to look more closely at the blob. “You look like green rubber,” he said. Flubber bounced in his hands a few times, “Flying rubber,” Dan laughed. “Flubber,” he said, and upon hearing it’s name, Flubber started purring in Dan’s hand. “Well nice to meet you Flubber,” Dan said. The goo continued to purr on his hand. As happy as Dan was to have made a new friend, he remembered that he was still unlikely to be able to win the competition. “I might as well not even show up for the competition,” he sighed.

Flubber made a sad sounding gurgle, wanting to help Dan. “Well I don’t have nearly as much muscle as those guys little buddy. I don’t stand a chance.” Flubber started purring and jiggling playfully as Dan looked on. “You think you can help me little guy?” Flubber shot off of Dan’s hand and started bouncing off the mirrored walls. Dan’s eyes darted back and forth trying to keep up with Flubber’s bouncing.

“How is this going to help me?,” Dan asked. Suddenly Flubber bounced off a wall and was aiming directly for Dan’s back. He hit Dan’s back and flew straight toward the ceiling. Dan stumbled forward slightly from the force and couldn’t imagine what came next. Flubber bounced off the ceiling and flew down the back of Dan’s tight sleeveless workout shirt. He stopped just on top of Dan’s jockstrap covered ass. “Uh… Flubber…,” Dan stuttered.

Dan felt the little green blob perched atop his perky cheeks, not sure what Flubber had in mind. Suddenly Flubber used the elastic of the pants like a slingshot, pulling back as far as the material would go. With a quick movement, the spandex snapped back, catapulting Flubber directly between Dan’s smooth cheeks and up his tight virgin hole. Dan yelped at the sudden intrusion of his ass, and felt Flubber easily sliding through his body making gurgling and purring noises the whole way. Up his rectum, up his digestive track, and finally coming to rest in his toned stomach.

Dan felt Flubber lightly purring in his stomach, making his abs vibrate slightly. Dan put his hands on his abs, and he felt Flubber move up against his warm skin from inside to get close to his hand. “So I’m not really seeing how going up my ass and living in my stomach is going to do to help me win Flubber.” Dan looked down at his tights and realized the intrusion and purring got him a little horny. “Although, you did turn me on a little,” Dan laughed. Flubber decided to help Dan with his body goals.

Flubber started to expand in Dan’s stomach and branch out to the rest of his body. Dan felt Flubber balloon into his arms, legs, and torso. He felt completely filled by the green goo. “What…what are you doing,” he said examining himself in the mirror. He watched as his arm and leg muscles began to grow and expand with rubbery stretch noises. His pecs ballooned up like basketballs, and his abs became like perfectly sculpted baseballs in two rows of eight. Dan was stunned by the transformation, and started flexing in the mirror again.

He flashed a smirk at his own reflection. “Damn! I look hot! Like I’m a serious stud now!,” he said bringing his hand under his chin to admire himself. He turned around and marveled at his now sculpted back and tree trunk legs. “Flubber, I don’t know what you want inside me, but if this is what you’re offering, stay as long as you want little buddy!,” Dan laughed as he continued to flex while Flubber purred inside him, content making Dan happy, but soon it would be Flubber’s turn to get happy.

Dan finished eye banging himself and decided to try out his new buff body in the pool. He sped past all the other athletes without even breaking a sweat. After an hour of intense laps and exercises, Dan decided it was time to head home and relax before the competition the next day. He pulled himself out of the pool, water dripping from all his bulging muscles. He went into the locker room and proceeded to open his locker, pack up his things, and turned to leave.

He noticed a hot piece of man meat walk into the room in just a towel. Having filled out Dan’s entire body, Flubber could see everything though his eyes. The man was slightly bigger than Dan was currently, with perfect muscles, sculpted facial features, beautiful hazel eyes, short slicked back brown hair, and judging by the large bulge in the front of the towel, he was packing some serious meat heat. Dan was about to pass the stranger and leave, when Flubber decided this opportunity was too good to miss. He focused his thoughts and suddenly took control of Dan’s mind and stopped him in his tracks. He turned to face the stranger as Flubber was now in control.

“Hey man, how’s it going,” Flubber asked through Dan. “Uh, fine I guess. Why do you ask?,” the stranger said confused as he was packing up his own gym bag by his locker. A sexy, cocky smirk formed on Dan’s face as Flubber was getting horny from looking at the stranger and imagining all the fun stuff they could do together. Dan walked over to the stranger as he closed his locker and reached his hand out and said, “The name’s Dan my man.” The stranger at first hesitated, thinking Dan was a nutcase or something. But then he looked into Dan’s gorgeous, almost sparkling eyes, and he reciprocated Dan’s hand shake and said, “Nice to meet you. The name’s Jake.” “So tell me Jake, I notice you’re not wearing a wedding ring. How is a perfect hunk like you single,” Flubber asked, hoping to set up some fun for later. “Well I just haven’t met the right guy ya know. That’s the problem when you’ve got a dick as big as mine. Guys aren’t too eager to take a chance on me,” Jake sighed.

Flubber felt himself start to get hard imagining how big Jake’s cock must be under that towel. “Well I think you’re a great looking guy who knows how to please a man,” Dan said as he placed his hand on Jake’s big arm and rubbed it gently. “Well the last guy I slept with said he couldn’t walk for a week afterwards,” Jake laughed. Flubber was getting so hot thinking about getting pounded in Dan’s body by Jake. “I consider myself very flexible and adaptable,” Flubber chuckled, “How would you like to come over to my place tonight?” “Oh wow, this is so sudden, are you sure it’s not an inconvenience to you? It has been a while for me, but I don’t want to burden you,” Jake said.

Dan flashed a cheeky smile and said, “It would be my pleasure to have you in me…, I mean my house,” he stuttered and laughed. “Oh dude sweet! Can’t wait to hang with you tonight!,” Jake said as his eyes lite up with excitement. They exchanged phone numbers and Flubber reached into Dan’s mind and found his address, which he happily gave to Jake. Dan winked at Jake and turned and walked out of the locker room. Once the door closed behind him, Flubber decided to rest a little and conserve his energy for the fun night ahead. He released control of Dan’s mind, and suddenly Dan was back, confused as to why he suddenly blacked out and was now outside the locker room. After a few seconds of thinking and coming up with nothing, he shrugged it off and walked to his car and headed home.

Dan got home and headed right for the shower, throwing his sweaty clothes with his phone inside on top of the hamper. He turned on the water and a warm stream fell all over his bulky body. He lathered himself with soap, loving how his muscles felt hard yet slightly jiggly with Flubber inside them. He looked down at his washboard abs as the warm water poured off his head. “Flubber I can’t thank you enough for helping me out. With this bulked up muscle from you, I don’t think there’s anything I can’t do now,” he said as he patted his abs and Flubber purred inside his stomach with appreciation. Dan finished his shower and got out and started to dry himself off.

Suddenly his phone vibrated inside his workout pants as he got a text message. He pulled out his phone to see who texted him. The message said Jake and read, “Can’t wait to see you tonight cutie booty! Quick question, do you play safe or bare?” Dan was dumbfounded by the message. “Who the hell is Jake and why is he asking me about sex?” Dan pondered out loud. Flubber realized Dan could ruin his night of fun and decided now was the time for action. He focused and took over Dan again before he replied to Jake saying, “I want to take everything you’ve got to offer as is 😉.” Jake quickly replied, “Sounds great! Be there in a few!”

Flubber put the phone down and went to admire Dan’s naked body in the mirror. He smirked and flexed and said, “It’s good, but I think we could stand some more improvements.” As he finished this thought, Flubber focused his energy again and Dan’s body started to bulge and morph again. His pecs firmed up even more, his 9 inch cock swelled to 12 inches. Dan turned around and his ass cheeks both vibrated and bubbled out in the mirror. Flubber grinned and said, “Much better,” and chuckled to himself. He grabbed his big bubble cheeks and massaged them, savoring how firm yet jiggly they were, and he could wait for Jake to enjoy them too.

Just then the doorbell rang and Flubber knew it was play time. He walked out into the hallway, through the living room, and answered the door totally naked. Jake was shocked to see Dan naked at the door and said, “Did I come at a bad time?” “I just figured I’d save us some trouble and get right to the good stuff,” Flubber winked and pulled Jake inside, shutting the door behind him. Dan brought Jake quickly into the bedroom and got him naked. Dan crawled onto the bed on all fours and looked up at Jake like a horny puppy. “What do you wanna do to me sexy?,” Flubber asked seductively. “Breeding you sounds like fun if you’re down,” Jake laughed. “Nothing would make me happier,” Flubber said in a low, hot voice.

Dan crawled to the headboard and was face level with Jake’s girthy 11 inch cock. He looked up at Jake who couldn’t wait for what came next; Dan took all of Jake into his mouth instantly. Jake’s cock hit Dan’s throat, but Flubber had made every part of Dan’s body elastic so deepthroating was no problem. As he bobbed his head up and down Jake’s cock, occasionally pulling all the way off with a pop, Flubber made Dan’s mouth and throat vibrate to give Jake extra pleasure. Flubber took Jake inside all the way to his base, and Jake moaned that he was already so close to cumming. Dan pulled off and whipped the precum from his lips.

Dan put a finger to his lips and licked the precum and gave a cocky smirk. “The only place your cumming is inside me stud.” He crawled back onto the bed and waited on all fours with his perfect ass facing Jake, waiting for him to enter. Jake got onto the bed and positioned himself behind Dan, grasping his cock in one hand and slapping it against Dan’s ass cheeks, causing them to jiggle. He pressed his cock into Dan’s crack and rubbed it up and down, driving Flubber crazy with anticipation. Dan was panting heavily from the build up of lust and tension. He pushed his ass back into Jake’s crotch and panted, “I need you now so bad dude!”

That was all Jake needed to hear, and he eased his monster between Dan’s plump cheeks and popped just the head of his cock inside Dan’s tight, virgin hole. “Are you sure you’re willing to take all of me,” he asked. Dan laughed softly under his breathe and pushed his ass back, bringing Jake inside him all the way to his base. “Does that answer your question,” Dan chuckled. Jake started pounding into Dan’s ass faster and deeper. His thighs hitting Dan’s ass with every thrust, making them jiggle with a rubbery squeak. They were both panting and moaning like sweaty animals.

Flubber made Dan’s cheeks and hole vibrate and purr around Jake’s mega cock. Jake had never felt an ass so good, and Flubber was on cloud nine as he was pounded. Jake hit Dan’s prostate and Flubber arched his back as a wave of ecstasy overtook him. He started thrusting his ass back harder to meet Jake’s pumps. “Dude you’re so good! I’m getting so close!,” Jake panted. “I want you to breed me and make my ass your’s,” Dan panted. As he said these words, Jake rammed Dan’s prostate like a battering ram, and Dan clenched his tight hole around Jake’s cock like a vice grip. It sent Jake over the edge finally.

He erupted inside Dan’s ass, spurting layer after layer of hot sticky cum, filling Dan’s hole. Flubber was hit by a wave of pure pleasure when Jake rammed his prostate, and the feeling of Jake pumping him full brought him to the edge. He was in such erotic pleasure that he lost focus and began losing control of Dan’s body. Dan’s body was trembling both from Flubber losing control and the wave of ecstasy from Jake breeding him. Dan’s cock was ready to blow, and as Flubber lost control, he pulled back into his small blob form. He was pumped into Dan’s urethra and into his cock, lodged right in front of the cum that was waiting to blow.

With one final thrust from Jake as he painted Dan’s rectum white, Dan’s cock erupted. Flubber was shot out of Dan’s cock like a bullet, followed by a stream of hot cum all over the bed. Flubber was bouncing around the room in ecstasy after getting pounded by Jake, the two men were panting like crazy and startled, trying to make sense of what just happened. Flubber bounced out of the room and broke through a window in the hallway, on his way to find his next adventure. Dan stared forward and panted, “I don’t know what just happened, but damn was that one hell of a finish,” and he fell onto the bed into a puddle of his own creamy cum. Jake was bewildered by the entire thing, grabbed his clothes, and left Dan’s house, not wanting anything else out of the ordinary to involve him.

[possessmedude]

Possessing Jake

Jake was a tan, hot, and muscular 25 year old jock. He was the definition of sexy and manliness, and he knew it. Jake had chiseled 6 pack abs, huge pecs, and bulging biceps. While at the gym, Jake finished his rigorous workout and walked to the locker room confidently, proud of his day’s lift.

As Jake stripped off his drenched clothes, he lifted his sweaty skin tight shirt to his nose and took a deep whiff. “Ahh the smell of a real man” he smirked. He continued to undress at his locker.

Little did he know, a symbiote in the form of goo was watching him intently from the shadows. The goo was in need of a body and was looking for an alpha male worthy of being its host.

The goo crept closer, its amorphous form shifting and pulsating. The goo knew it would be better to have a willing host so it can make its new host it’s permanent vessel, so it had to convince him. Once it was behind Jake, the goo started growing and forming into the shape of a towering, muscular, and chiseled man. The goo remained made up completely of goo. The goo had a broad frame and bulging muscles that were even bigger than Jake’s. Between his legs, the goo sported a 10” cock and big balls.

Jake finished removing his jock strap and turned around with eyes widened with excitement. He felt a mixture of feelings including confusion and excitement seeing the goo man. “Who the fuck are you?!” Jake asked. “I am looking for a host to contain my form, being a vessel for all my strength and power.” the Goo said, while puffing his chest and flexing his huge arms. Jake was eyeing up the goo’s impressive form, feeling small compared to him. He felt a sense of jealousy and admiration for the goo.

“Damn dude you’re huge. So you are looking to give a guy all your big muscles and strength?” he asked. “Yes, the host I bond with will get all of my body and more.” the goo told him. Jake looked at the goo man’s huge cock. Jake already had a big dick, but he was impressed by the girth and length of the goo’s.

The idea of possessing even more impressive muscles and having that cock added to his own thrilled Jake. The goo noticed Jake’s curiosity and stepped forward so he was right in front of him with the tips of their cocks touching. Jake reached out his hand and started touching the goo’s biceps, feeling the tone and definition. Jake pressed his body more against the goo’s and they both flexed together, rubbing their bodies and feeling each other’s. Jake ran his hands over the goo man's solid, glistening muscles, feeling the strength that radiated from them. Jake was getting hard at the idea and decided he wanted all the goo’s mass inside him and added to his body. He couldn’t stand the thought of the goo offering itself to another guy, he wanted it. It was as if the goo man's presence was igniting something primal in him, awakening desires he didn't even know he had.

“Give me your muscles," Jake whispered, a sense of power coursing through him. “You agree to let me bond with you?” the goo smiled. Jake took a step back and opened his arms wide and confidently declared “Take my body, it’s all yours”. The goo smirked and said “MY body”. The biggest smile formed on Jake’s face as he was bursting with anticipation for the goo’s mass to enter him. “Open wide” the goo commanded of his new vessel.

Jake opened his mouth and the goo started flowing into his body, filling out every part of him. He gasped as he sensed his muscles expanding, his body growing more powerful by the second. His legs instantly grew to thick proportions, Jake groaned as he felt the goo’s cock start sliding into his own, making it rock hard and a new huge 12”. The goo’s abs pushed against his own, turning them into a rock hard 8 pack. Next Jake’s pecs ballooned up to the biggest pecs he has ever seen. Jake looked at the mirror and saw the goo entering his body. He noticed how defined and muscular his body is growing to with the goo entering him. He couldn’t wait any longer and started gulping the goo down to help it enter its new host. His arms tripled in size as he felt the goo’s biceps sliding into his own, as if his body was being put on like a glove by an even more alpha male than himself. It made him so excited to be the vessel for such an alpha, manly mass.

The symbiote bonded with his muscular fibers, enhancing his already impressive physique. It was as if the goo was fulfilling Jake's deepest desires for strength and dominance, but also to be dominated. The goo finished entering Jake’s body and he was pushed back into his locker, with his back hitting it. He stretched his arms up and wide, feeling incredibly filled. He was captivated by the sensation of power under his fingertips, an anticipation building within him. Jake flexed his newfound muscles, admiring the raw power at his disposal. He raised his arm to his nose and took a deep whiff of his hairy armpit, relishing the stronger musky scent that emanated from his body. “Ahhh fuck yeah, I’m the ultimate alpha”. A cocky grin crossed his face as he reveled in his new, muscular form.

The goo was still adjusting in his body and was now starting to move up his neck. Jake felt pressure in his neck moving upward and he started thinking about the goo taking full control of his body. He felt a mixture of awe and submission, a thrilling surrender to the symbiote's power. “Come on man, give me all of it! Make us the strongest man there is.” Jake shouted. Jake knew he was going to lose control of his body, but he was so excited for it. Any hesitation was gone, as he wanted to be dominated and watch his sexy, muscular body be controlled by the only man more of an alpha than him.

Jake's consciousness began to blur. He could feel himself slipping into the back seat of his own mind, while the goo man took over the driver's seat. A sense of euphoria washed over him as he realized that the goo had chosen his body over all the others in the gym. He reveled in the thought that the goo recognized his unparalleled masculinity.

Jake’s head stretched upward and then lowered back to normal, with a big sexy grin forming on his face. The goo was now fully in control of Jake’s body, with Jake being aware but only able to watch and feel his body, which felt incredible. As the goo man flexed Jake's newfound muscles, an overwhelming feeling of pride surged within Jake. The goo admired his reflection in the gym mirrors, his cocky grin a testament to the combination of both Jake and the goo’s cocky personnas. Jake relished the feeling of the goo coursing through his veins, controlling every movement, every breath.

With newfound confidence, the goo man spoke through Jake's lips, his voice dripping with arrogance. "What a rush! Fuck, I am a stud inside you, Jake. Thanks for the body, bro.” he declared, his words laced with a blend of cockiness and satisfaction. Jake’s body had willingly welcomed and accepted the goo, allowing every part of their combined bodies to bond. The goo, mimicking Jake’s whiff of his manly armpit earlier, raised his new arm up and deeply inhaled his other hairy pit. It now had an even stronger and muskier smell. “It’s cause I’m the alpha now, with two of us inside together.” the goo said. The goo continued to inspect his new rock hard physical body, touching and caressing every crevice like him and Jake were doing before. He felt his huge cock and shuttered at the ecstasy, massaging it.

After admiring his reflection, the goo man's attention turned toward the showers. He strode confidently toward the tiled room, his enhanced body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. The powerful water jets cascaded over him, washing away the grime of the workout. Jake's body moved with a fluid grace, every movement a testament to the symbiote's control.

In the showers, the goo man ran his hands over his new body, relishing in the sensation of every contour, every ripple of muscle. His touch was exploratory, appreciative of the masterpiece he now possessed. As steam billowed around him, the goo man reveled in the musky scent of manliness that enveloped the space.

Jake's mind lingered in the background, an observer to the sensations and experiences that the goo man was indulging in. He had become a vessel for the goo's dominance, his former self now intertwined with the confidence and swagger of the goo man's persona.

Thanks for reading! This was my first ever story I wrote, I hope you enjoyed and let me know what you think!

[slimeboy77]

I see a sexy slime boy, I reblog, easy as that.

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Don’t Forget Your Costume…

Overdue Halloween special + 2000 follower special

I flick my cigarette onto the empty driveway and squish it beneath my foot. Pulsing coloured lights from within the house briefly light up the slender garden, creating a multicoloured path to the front door. The music sounds muffled, but its definitely audible. It wouldn’t surprise me if neighbours complain. This is a culdesac after all. Police might even show up. Wouldn’t be a Stefan Party without that, would it?

I knock on the thick wooden door and wait. No answer. I can hear people inside. Chattering. Can see them through the garden windows too. I knock again, this time harder than before.

“Miles?!” A voice yells from behind me, laughing. “You’re late too! Thank God.”

It’s Wyatt. The only other person I know at this party, apart form Stefan anyway. Me, Wyatt and Stefan go way back. Well, five years back, but that’s relatively long considering. I mean, I’ve only lived in Brooktane for five years. I don’t know many people apart from those in our course. That’s where I met these two idiots. We both study business at Brooktane University. We sat beside each other the first day of college. Then, boom. Here we are.

“I texted you before I got here. Where were you?” I call as he makes his way down the garden trail.

“I had to run and go get a stupid costume from that Halloween pop-up shop beside Archie’s Pizzeria. You know the one.” He walks past me and smacks the door loudly, never breaking eye contact.

“You ran all the way downtown for a costume?” I laugh. “I didn’t even bother bringing one.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Wyatt looks me up and down. “Stefan said it was a costume party. He said we have to wear costumes.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” I dismiss my best friend. “What’d you end up going for?”

“It was slim pickens down there, dude.” He acts like he’s about to profess something bad. “Turns out looking for a costume on Halloween isn’t going to give you the best choices”

‘So…” I smile, ready for the big reveal.

Wyatt takes out a plastic packet with neatly folded clothes in it.

“ARABIAN PRINCE” it read.

I laugh and clap my hands.

“Shut up.” He laughs and smacks my shoulder. “It was the only one they had left.”

“A white boy dressing as an Arabian Prince...” I take the packet from his hands, laughing at the costume up close. “It’s a bit problematic, I’m not gonna lie.”

“I’ll make sure not to be in any photos.” He snatches the costume back. He smiles. “This could be a career ruining party for me.”

“Cut to you in ten years being cancelled.” I grin, turning towards the door. “You’ll be forced to live off the grid as a farmer or some shit.”

The chattering from inside grows infinitely louder as the door swings open. We’re both met with a grinning drunk Stefan.

“Wyatt! Miles!” Stefan throws his arms open, spilling his half empty beer on the floor. “Make yourself at-“

Stefan stops mid sentence and stares at us, as if it had taken this long for his brain to catch up to his sight.

“No costumes?” Stefan furrows his brow angrily. “What part of costume party do you not understand?”

“I got a costume, dude. I just bought it. It’s still in this thing.” Wyatt holds up the plastic packaging with the career ruining clothing inside.

“Ah, that’s my man. Never let the Stefan down. You ain’t gonna like letting me down, lemme tell you.” Stefan slurs. “You can use the bathroom under the stairs to put it on. Or just strip naked in front of everyone, I’m sure someone in that crowd would enjoy it.”

Wyatt makes his way past Stefan and slips into the overcrowded hallway full of every type of costume you could imagine. Vampires. Genies. Werewolves. And you’d expect, a lot of superheroes. Though, one by the window is particularly bad, which does arouse some amusement. It’s mostly what you’d expect from a halloween costume party. “You got one too then?” Stefan gestures towards me.

I shrug. “Sorry man. Was busy. Didn’t have time to get one.”

“No dude. That’s not okay. You gotta be wearin’ one by midnight, man. It’s already 11.30.” He throws his head back in frustration. “Listen. Come with me. I’ll get you sorted out. You owe me.”

“Nah, man. That’s alright-“

“Come with me.” Stefan grabs me by the arm, taking me into the overly Halloweeny decorated house. Too decorated for a college student in his mid-20s. He must have a real hard on for Halloween, cause this is a lot. Fake cobwebs. An old smoke machine, coughing out whatever air it could muster up. Pumpkins taking up valuable space where people could be sitting.

He drags me past a blue genie and a caveman downing shots together. We hop up the stairs and into a secluded bedroom. I stare at Stefan, who is now arms deep in his closet, sifting through piles of dirty clothing which had clumped up on the closet floor.

“Here we go.” He holds what could barely even be considered costumes. He lays the three of them on the bed. “Always gotta keep spares. Since people always seem to forget…” He glares at me.

I stare at the costumes. Half in amusement. Half in dread. Am I actually going to have to wear one of these? I consider my options:

(1) A cowboy. That doesn’t sound too bad, right? But you’re wrong. Not just any cowboy. A slutty cowboy. Ah yes, Stefan couldn’t just lend a nice costume with lots of coverage. He needed to embarrass the people who forget their costumes, or like me, didn’t bother to get one. I feel like he’s enjoying this. The outfit is barely even an outfit. An outfit implies there’s actual clothing. Not this costume. Oh boy, it’s just a cowboy hat, a handkerchief, cowboy boots and a fringe thong. Could it get any worse than this?

(2) Apparently yes. This one is a dog. A god damn leather dog. Completed with a dog mask, a thick leather collar, skimpy pants with a zip in the ass area and a tail (which I’m pretty sure is a butt plug). This one is objectively more embarrassing, I’ll give him that. And it’s on that note than I rule this costume out. Begone leather pup.

(3) The final costume (if you can even call it that) was a maid costume. Yep, that’s right. A slutty maid costume. Like the ones you’d see for women… but in this case, I was expected to adorn a cropped skirt and a cleavage line which extenuates my chest. This ranks pretty high on the embarrassment scale. Is it leather pup high, no. But it’s no lower than a sexy cowboy.

I stare at the ‘costumes’ blankly. Stefan must be into some weird shit. Though, if I’m gonna be immortalised in people’s Instagram posts tonight, I sure as hell ain’t getting pictured in a maid costume or a pup… thing. I swallow my pride and point to the slutty cowboy.

“Ah, the cowboy. Yeah that’s a good one, man.” He gathers the pup and the maid and throws them back in his closet. “You’re gonna be popular tonight, my dude.”

I space out, still attempting to accept my fate as a half dressed cowboy. Stefan dances to the muffled music downstairs, as he heads towards the door. “It’s ten minutes until midnight, so I’ll let you get that costume on, man.”

“I’ll go check on our white Arabian prince downstairs.” He giggles. “Am I the only one who finds that a bit problematic?” I stare at him in resentment for making me wear this thing.

“No? Okay” He closes the door behind him.

I slip on the outfit. It barely fits. The thong is made for someone twice my size. It slips down my thighs every chance it gets. The cowboy boots are a size 13. Five sizes bigger than my feet. I feel like a son trying on his dad’s boots. At least the handkerchief fits… right? My completely average body is on full display for everyone to see. I don’t look like a sexy cowboy. Just one that had its clothes stolen. I look at the clock

11.59

Wow. Midnight already. I should go find Wyatt. See how he’s getting one. His Arabian prince outfit might be stupid, but at least it probably fits. I’ll even hazard a guess and say he looks ten times less ridiculous than I do- AGHHHH.

12.00

What the fuck was that? A green flash? The entire room… it just flashed green. As if a green thunder bolt had shot through the house. It felt like my entire body was just… zapped. I feel all tingly and shit. Like a fuzziness all over my skin. I repeatedly tap my fingers together, my skin feeling particularly soft. I hear a cacophony of unintelligible sounds erupt downstairs. So they saw it too? At least I’m not going crazy. I don’t think…

“Fuck! What’s happening to us, man?!” A man shouts downstairs. His voice sticking out among the frantic yelling. “I can’t think… I can’t… I can… I CAN SAVE YOU HELPLESS CITIZEN!”

What is going on down there? And what the fuck is that guy on? His voice… it changed from high pitched terror to unwavering confidence in a matter of seconds. It’s… disturbing. I know I should check it out… but it doesn’t sound good. Part of me is afraid. A large part, in fact. First a green flash. Then screaming. Now, this man. His voice.

I stand alone in Stefan’s room, listening to the chaos downstairs. It suddenly dawns on me that, while all this is going down, I am standing up here in a cowboy costume which barely covers me. Speaking of the outfit, it feels uncomfortable. I don’t remember it feeling this bad when I put it on. It feels like its squeezing me. In fact… I’m not holding up my thong anymore… actually… it feels really tight.

I feel an itchiness fill my bum cheek. I absentmindedly reach down to scratch my ass, but as I do… my hand… it sinks into a soft round cheek. My hand recoils in shock. I crane my neck over my shoulder and let out a terror-filled scream. My ass… it’s massive! So big that it filled in the XL costume’s thong. I look at myself in Stefan’s bedroom mirror.

“Holy shit…” I mutter.

This isn’t real. This isn’t happening. I’m dreaming. There’s no way. My ass… I look like I have two wobbling beach balls for ass cheeks. I take a step closer, my ass cheeks bounce. They feel so restricted. It’s like my ass is being held captive by my skimpy thong. It feels like it’s gonna burst open, displaying my new fuckable hole to the world. This is the kind of ass you’d see in porns. Porns where the guy can’t step outside his house without some guy ripping his pants open and slipping his cock between the bouncy cheeks. My costume doesn’t cover my new curvaceous figure at all.

Now that I’m looking at myself, my muscles seem huge. It’s not just my ass cheeks which grew, it was all of me. These biceps are as big as footballs. They’re the kind of biceps you’d see on a high school jock. Not me. I don’t even go to the gym. My veins are pronounced, drawing attention to my new arms. My neck looks strange too. It’s almost thicker than my head. I look so different. Sharp jawline. Thick brow. I can’t stop breathing through my mouth either. I look like a fucking meathead.

My legs are also bigger. Proportionately big, but that doesn’t say much. I mean, my ass cheeks look like they came from a guy who had gotten ass implants or some shit. Though they’re proportionate, they’re still huge. Speaking of huge, my chest underwent some changes too. And by some, I mean a lot. My pecs used to be non-existent. But now, they jut out from my body. I’m built like a shelf. These pecs have a mind of their own too. Jiggling at every movement. Bouncing with every step. They feel remarkably soft. My hand just sinks into them, fat seeping through my fingers. My nipples look larger too, like pegs. God, this is embarrassing. Imagine what people will say about these big boys. Imagine what Wyatt would say… Wyatt. Where is he? I should go find him. See if he’s okay.

I tear my eyes away from my new self. I don’t see how it could get much worse than this. And if everything appears like it sounds, I don’t think I’m the only one whose undergone changes. I stumble to the door, adjusting to my new size. I put my new large hand on the door’s handle and throw the door open. Not used to this new strength. I breath in deeply. This is gonna be humiliating… but here we go. I take my first step down the stairs.

The crowds of people in the hall and living room remain. Though, it’s noticeably more hectic. It’s definitely clear I wasn’t the only one who changed. The superhero I saw earlier was no longer in a corny spandex costume, but rather, he now adorned the kind of thick superhero suit you’d see in a Marvel movie. The genie looks like he’s changed too. His skin altered to a crystal blue. It shimmered beneath the flashing dance floor lights. He had lost the entire bottom half of his body. It was now just smoke, trailing from a golden lamp on the ground. People surrounded him. I’m guessing for wishes. This is so bizarre.

I step down the hallway, heading towards the kitchen. I glance at the transformations. A man, who must have been dressed as a stripper, is now humping the stairs I came down. I think I recognise him from college too… pretty sure he was a straight dude. God, that’s humiliating. I walk further down the hallway, passing every kind of costume you can imagine. A caveman. Wizards. Witches. Vampires. A clown. A strongman.

I continue my journey down the crowded hallway, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Suddenly, my journey is stopped by a massive brute blocking my way. He faces away from me. I stare at his back, contemplating my options. What even is he dressed as? I can’t tell from behind. All I can tell is, he’s massive. My new body must be around 6’0 and even he’s two heads taller than me. His width must be the same as the door. I mean, it’s the same as this damn hallway. I hesitantly reach up and tap him on the shoulder.

“Can ah git by ya thair, partner?” I cover my mouth, humiliated by my own voice. I sound insane. Like a cowboy. A cartoon cowboy. No one fucking talks like this. God dammit, this night just keeps getting worse and worse.

The hulking figure slowly turns around, his massive feet stomping on the wooden floor. He faces me and peers down at me.

He looks familiar. I can’t quite place my finger on it. He’s of Arab descent, I’d say. His skin is dark and tanned. His nose is wide, taking up a good portion of his face. His brow is striking too. It’s thick and pronounced. He looks like one of those cavemen you’d see in a cartoon. His forehead sticks out, giving him a brutish appearance. He does like familiar. In a weird way. Actually, he kinds reminds me of Wyatt. Well, if Wyatt was a 6’5 giant Arab beast… hold on… what was Wyatt dressed up as again… fuck dude. Not Wyatt.

“Wyatt? Is that you?” My voice sounds exaggeratedly southern and it sounds even more ridiculous coming out of a cowboy with this huge body of mine “What ‘appened to ya, partner?”

The white boy turned Arabian hunk growls. It’s weird seeing Wyatt so hairy. Well, seeing Wyatt regress into a primitive Arab man is weird too. The whole situation is weird. I’m barely even used to my new body. So, I think it’s gonna take a while to get used to seeing Wyatt like this. I see his a thick bush of hair sprout from underneath his armpit. It plasters to his skin, completely soaked in sweat. I scrunch my nose as Arab Wyatt’s sweat invades my nostrils. It’s a hot foul stench. The kind which stings the eyes.

“Who is you?” The Arab beast looks me up and down. “You cow… you man cow.”

His speech is broken. Doesn’t sound much like Wyatt, but then, why would it? The curse must have taken away his voice, same as it did mine. Though while I got a ridiculously exaggerated southern drawl, he got broken English. It sounds like English isn’t his first language anymore.

“It’s me, Partner!” I plead to my old friend. I can see he doesn’t recognise me. His stare is blank, but pitiless. As if there is nothing in that brain of his. No complex thought. No worries. Just power and domination.

“In my country, cow is very good.” He huffs through his nose. “You are money. Property. I trade you.”

“I’m no cow, partner.” I clarify again. I don’t think he’s getting it. It’s the language barrier, I think. I don’t think he’s getting it. “Iah am a cowboy. Not a cow.”

“Udders… cow’s udders need milking.” He grunts, his gaze fixed on my pecs. I look down. My pecs seemed substantially bigger than before. I assume the transformation hasn’t stopped yet. Though, they do feel especially heavy. They’re weighing me down more than before. It’s weird. But I’ve learned to stop questioning things tonight.

“Nah, partner.” I deny. “Ma chest iss just big.”

“Milk…” He grunts, licking his new Arab lips. His gaze remains on my chest. He reaches out and cups his meaty paw around my pec. He squeezes and a pleasureful moan escapes my mouth. His grasp makes my chest tingle with pleasure. Like an orgasm around my nipple.

“See…” He exhales hot breath from his nose in amusement. “Nothing more than cow.”

I look down to see a shocking sight. As the Arab beast squeezes my pec, a drop of white liquid leaks from my nipple. It’s a sight I didn’t think I’d see today. Me. My pecs. Leaking, what I assume is milk. Like the beast said...

“You walk around me, pretend you man. But you nothing more than property.” He growls and squeezes my pec, causing a stream of milk to shoot down my chest. “No cow be without owner. You need be claimed.”

“No, Wyatt!” I moan through the pleasure of his meaty hand on my nipple. “I’m a man. A cowboy. Not a… cow!”

“Name is Amaad! No disrespect Arab prince, cow.” He slaps my breast, causing them both to jiggle in pleasure.

“No… no Amaad!” I stare down, watching my nipples leak milk all over the floor. “I’m… I’m a person!”

“Cow has dream of being man.” Amaad laughs deeply, causing the walls to shake. “But he never be man. He always be object for me to stick brown cock. He always be object for friends to milk day long.”

I take a step backwards, attempting an escape. But the hulk grabs me.

“I claim you” He grunts, grabbing both of my tits and squeezing them. Milk drips down my body as I scream in pleasure. “I MILKING COW, ISN’T THAT RIGHT? I MILKING MY COW?”

I scream in pleasure. I know people are watching us. I know I’m being humiliated in front of everyone. I know they’re looking at a man becoming a cow. But I don’t care. The pleasure is too powerful. It’s all consuming.

“Amaad!” My moans fill the halls. “St- stop Ahmaad!”

“SAY YOU ARE NOTHING BUT DUMB COW!” Ahmaad yells at me, milking me more intensely. Pulling on my nipples in a rhythmic motion.

“Amaad! I- I shouldn’t. I’m a man! I’m a-!” I scream.

“SAY IT YOU DUMB FUCKABLE MINDLESS MILK SLUT!” Ahmaad bends down and latches his lips around my nipple. Sucking the milk out of me. I feel my brains slip down into my chest and become milk. Milk that master Amaad drinks. Milk that master owns.

“I… I…” I hesitate, my whole body filling with intense pleasure. It’s impossible to think. What’s happening.

Ahmaad unlatches himself from my wet peg nipples and yells. “SAY IT YOU DUMB FUCKABLE MINDLESS COW!”

“I AM A COW!” I scream in unbearable pleasure. “I AM NOTHING BUT A COW. PROPERTY TO BE OWNED AND TRADED. I AM THE DUMBEST MOST EMPTY HEADED COW. AND YOU OWN ME!”

My cock is on the verge of cumming everywhere. I can’t hold it back. I haven’t even touched it. But I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum all over my owner.

“Say my name…” Ahmaad grabs hold of my nipples one last time.

“AHMAA-” I yell as master begins to pull on my nipple. “AHMA-“

“Say it…” He whispers.

“AHM… AHM” I scream.

Ahmaad gives one last tug, my nipple encased in his meaty paw. My udders get pulled by master and my cock shoots everywhere. Without thought, I try scream his name, cumming out all my brains… but only one thing emerges.

“Ah… Ah… MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

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And so, Stefan’s Halloween costume party is going just as planned.

The warlock always knew how to throw a good Halloween party. Turn people into their costumes. It was a cliche among the Brooktane warlock community, but it was a classic. It seems like everyone is enjoying themselves.

Although Stefan doesn’t realise it yet, the spell he cursed the house with is permanent. How is he going to explain all these these superheroes, monsters and stereotypes running around Brooktane’s streets tomorrow morning.

Stefan is going to have a lot of explaining to do. Especially when students start asking what happened to his classmates, Marcus and Wyatt. Will he tell them the truth? That Ahmaad booked a flight back to his home country in the Middle East. And as for Marcus… well… Marcus is now just a mindless cow on Ahmaad’s farm… do you think he will tell them?

Nah, neither do I…

[slimeboy77]

Still one of my favorite Halloween transformation story I've read around here.

[the-volunteer-host]

Miles and his "gym shorts"

Just a few month back Miles was a weak fella with no muscles to show whatsoever, but today he is pretty build and all that thanks to his special friend.

A few years back Miles discovered a weird green goo on his attic, trapped in some glass jar which was hidden in a random box. It reminded him of those toy goo things that were the hot shit when he was just a kid. Not thinking much of it he opened the glass containment the goo was trapped in and reached inside.

The moment they touched though, everything changed. The gooey creature quickly expanded and covered all of Miles within seconds, it even covered his mouth so he wouldn't scream. As if to show him it had no ill intentions towards him it used it's slimy body to ... well let's say it gave Miles a satisfaction he had never felt before.

After that while Miles was still in the afterglow the creature retreated into Miles pants and somehow formed a jockstrap inside the boxershorts he was waring under his jeans already. It even changed it's color from the slimy green to that of an ordinary white pair of underwear. Weirdly though after it retreated it left Miles body changed, just a bit but he was sure to see muscles where there were none before.

His goo friend has stuck with him ever since and accompanies him as random pieces of clothes wherever he goes. However every time they go to the gym it transforms in these gym shorts and kind of insists for Miles to not wear anything under it. The first time he went freeballing to the gym was weird it felt dangerous, but his companion always made sure nothing would be shown to the wrong people... annoyingly enough sometimes the goo chose someone it wanted to seduce, every time that happened it would stimulate his cock and make sure the guy it wanted would see.

To be fair Miles didn't complain, he got to have sex with quite the jocks. However the best bits for Miles were the times the goo and he would be at home and Miles's body would be stimulated in the most arousing ways.

Only last week Miles and his companion goo discovered something new, the goo slowly entered Miles ass to stimulate his prostate as they had done many times before, however this time it was a bit less carefully and fully flowed into the human body. This triggered the weirdest thing, the moment it was fully inside Miles lost all control of his body and became a passenger in his own flesh.

While being stimulated by the goo covering him was amazing, being passenger while the goo explored what it was to be in control of a human body was even better.

Miles has just come home from the gym, his shorts being completely drenched by his sweat just as the goo seemed to like it.

As always when he wanted to enjoy his companions abilities he stripped down to only the shorts and sat down on the couch.

Usually the shorts would start to expand to cover his body like skin tight lycra, but not this time.

The gym shorts seemed to melt, turning back into a gooey tentacle that slowly crawled along Miles's body and mischievously approached his face.

As if he knew what the plan was Miles opened his mouth and prepared for his friend to enter him.

And enter him it did. The slimy goo expanded it's mass inside Miles mouth and started to travel all around his body, covering his insides from head to toe. Miles eyes went wide and he gasped as he felt his whole body very slowly being taken over by the creature he loved so much. He could feel himself getting hard as the goo found it's way into his boner from the inside.

As he got used to the new sensations he started to moan and tried to move his arms, only to discover that his limbs were not his to control anymore.

His friend on the other hand was in full control and started to stimulate his cock. He once again felt an even better pleasure than ever before, moaning and trying to buck his hips, but his companion was in charge and the goo was working his cock from the inside and also using Miles's hands to work it from the outside. Also his prostate was in the tight grip of the creature he was wearing as a pair of shorts only minutes ago.

Miles felt his orgasm build up, this time it would be more than normal, his orgasm was like a small electric shock to his brain that got stronger each second.

His whole body tensed and he heard himself moan as loud as he could. His whole body tensed as the goo that completely filled him from the inside, was somehow vibrating. He couldn't speak anymore, only moan.

Miles finally felt it, his orgasm hit him like a truck. His whole body convulsed and tensed like a bowstring.

His mind was fogged by his orgasm, and all he could think about was his friend and the pleasure it gave him.

Miles woke up on the floor, his muscles aching, his body completely covered in sweat.

He stood up slowly and noticed that his gym shorts were laying on the couch, in their original form.

He smiled and went to take a shower, before he left the room he turned to check for the shorts again which were gone.

With confusion on his face he scanned the room only to feel something hit his crotch and immediately expand around him in a tight embrace.

His companion now formed a speedo, clearly showing Miles that he wanted to join in on the shower... hopefully for another round as Miles thought to himself.

[slimeboy77]

The gym shorts I need 🤤

[alienpossession]

Ricky rented the canoe around 10 AM from one of the local vendor. But ever since he went away from the shorr, no one knew his whereabouts

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The boat appeared unnoticed.

Over the course of the hour, Jared lifted his head and scanned the horizon a few times, taking a nap and earning a natural tan was very nice, but he didn't like being in the dark. He was used to being in control, looking out over the empty beach and the hazy calm sea. The eye caught on a small, barely noticeable dot, but he quickly forgot about it. Until the next look at the sea. The dot got a little bigger until it was obvious that it was a boat. There was no wind, and quietly swaying it was pulled to the shore by the current and the tide, it seemed to him that the boat was completely empty.

The third time he woke up, when the tide began to tickle his feet, noon was long gone and the sun was starting to set, he too should have gone home. He stood on the sand and stretched out, his whole body tensed, stiff muscles tensed and woke up. He yawned and looked back. The boat stuck to the sand, it was rocked by the oncoming wave, from here one could see the leg thrown on board, swaying in time with the wave.

He yawned again, thinking that the boatman had also taken a nap, but something was wrong. Why would anyone let themselves dose off in such a small vessel which could be carried away by the current?

He yawned again and walked carelessly to the boat. Inside lay the body of a tattooed blonde guy looking drained and sun-kissed from the many hours he spent under the sun. He looked drained despite there's a bag with small food and packed bottles of a bluish liquid resembling water in his tiny boat

He put two fingers on his neck and tried to feel for a pulse, barely noticeable and very weak, it was bad. Jared grabbed the tattooed guy arms and pulled him to the sand, then knelt beside him and tried to remember the resuscitation technique. He pressed his chest a few times, then breathed air into his mouth, no response, just a strange squelching in his throat. He turned the guy on his side, tried to shake out the water, a thick bluish liquid began to drip from the guy's mouth. It gathered in a puddle and did not soak into the sand. Jared barely paid attention to it, he turned the guy on his back again, he was already breathing and even opened his eyes, but immediately closed them.

"Lie still," Jared said. He turned his back on the boat, hoping to find a mobile phone in the bag, not noticing how the bluish thick liquid stretched out and crawled into the guy's mouth, his eyes turned completely blue, and his body fluttered. Soon there was nothing left on the sand but a slight bluish body, his limbs quivered and he tried to get up.

Jared dumped the entire contents of the bag into the boat, it seemed that the bag belonged to some researcher, but there was no phone in it.

Thirsty from the whole saving effort and still not finding any clue, Jared pulled out one of the water bottles, popped the lid off, and took a deep sip. Instead of water, something thick and bitter filled his throat, the bottle fell from his hands and fell on the sand. Jared doubled over and tried to burp the disgusting liquor, but it remained in his throat. He tried to breathe but stuttered, his throat blocked, he felt cold tentacles stretching in all directions and towards his head. At that moment, he was hit from behind, Jared fell to the shallow water, gasping, something did not let him breathe, and his blood began to boil as he grabbed his throat, turning paler every second went by. The body of the recently rescued tattooed guy then piled on top of him and they started to wrestle. His eyes were blue, and blue was leaking from his ears and nose. The two went on pushing each other before the tattooed guy eventually got the upper hand

The two of them eventually kissed underwater and that's when the tattooed guy's neck bulging before he unloads sticky goo right onto Jared's mouth. He then dragged Jared back to the surface and throughout the whole ordeal, the goo completely infiltrated his head and body. He was trapped, in seconds his brain was covered in slime, his body and arms were twitching. The body that dragged him then picked up the bottle from the ground and splashed even more of its contents into the back of Jared's throat. He fought for every inch of his body, but he could not help but feel how he was slowly losing control, the cold was spreading from the bottom up, the limbs were icy and blue. Slime spread over his body and Jared felt like he was drowning in it. He finally gave up when he was flooded - not by slime, but by orgasm.

His body opened its eyes and met the gaze of the man above it. One blink and their blue eyes were back to normal, their brains and memories synchronized. The feeling of being in control of two bodies was unusual, but it adjusted quickly. The guy from above extended his hand, and Jared's body immediately grabbed it and stood on the sand again. They swayed as they looked at each other, both able to communicate without words.

Both reached for the bottles in the boat, popped them open and poured the contents inside themselves, greedily gulping down the bulk of the slime. It is enough for many bodies, in the human body it could multiply uncontrollably.

Another story from a follower which I altered a bit to make it fits to the pictures I have. Hope you like it

[remerting]

What 💣 at midnight 😛

[slimeboy77]

I've played The Symbiant, a pretty good visual novel game that tells the story of a human (Danya) in the year 5066 who falls in love with an alien (Brahve) with a pretty unique secret.

You see the screenshots, so if you're like me and have a thing for alien and tentacle gay story, I'd highly encourage you to go for it. You won't regret the trip and will probably ask for more at the end.

One tip, you should buy the game on itch so you can get the saucy NSFW content as the usual stores won't allow it. Here's the link:

The Symbiant - Gay Yaoi (18+) by HeartCoreDev

Space gays, tentacles and good food. A bit of bara.

[furrypitlover69]

Flubber Fever

On a hot day when Kirk returned home after his afternoon jog. Flubber, a green blob oozes out of the sewer grate and saw Kirk standing nearby under the remorseless sun, drenched in sweat that glistened on his skin and his muscular biceps we’re shown in all their glory. This caught Flubber’s attention, purring as it slithered it’s way and creeps up behind him.  As soon as Kirk opened the door, Flubber quickly launched itself at him before he could closed the door but it was too late which ended up splatted on the door.

The blob seeped through the cracks of the door instead then formed into a humanoid figure. It meandered through the hallway and saw Kirk in the living room, wiping his sweat with a towel. Flubber quickly hid itself under the couch to avoid to be seen then peeps out and caught a glimpse of sweaty Kirk. Mesmerized with the sweat stains on his shirt, Flubber purred once more until Kirk finally stripping off his shirt and revealed his masculine and hairy body. The sight of a luxuriant bush of his sweaty underarm hair, brimming with lust-producing drove Flubber over the brink with excitement. It could smell his musk from where it was hiding which made Flubber make it’s move.

When Kirk turned around, Flubber bursts out with a battle cry then smacked itself on his back and startled Kirk. “What the?” He jolted then he reached his hand to his back and gasped when he felt the green blob in his fingers. He yanked the goo off from his back and eyes bugged out in shock when he discovered he was holding a mysterious green blob purring at him in a seductive way. Kirk screamed then flung the blob off his hand which caused Flubber to bounce all over the room at a high velocity. Kirk shockingly stood there trying to fend of his assailant swinging his arms around. After a few seconds of the bouncing, Kirk made his move to escape into the other room until Flubber was now in front of him flying through mid air.

Kirk stood there waving his arms around to defend himself but Flubber bypasses his attacks by flying all around him. A moment later in his sudden stillness, Flubber was close to his face and it’s purr turned to a low, lethal growl “Ahhh!” Kirk shielded his face with his arms, baring his pits. That’s when Flubber made it’s move and quickly attached itself on his hairy pit with a loud splat which left Kirk in shock.

“What the fuck?!” he exclaimed as Flubber purred, squirmed and absorbing his musk. Kirk groaned in disgust as he could smell something unpleasant from the goo and wondered where did it come from and what does it want from him. He grabbed the blob and try to yank it off, stretching it out which made a loud rubbery sound but was unable to remove it. He lost his grip when the goo slipped off his fingers and snapped back to his pit which triggered it to grow bigger. He tried to remove it once more but it was too late when Flubber grew bigger and wrapped itself around his arm and shoulder, bonding with him.

“What is this!?!” he exclaimed as he saw the goo was now wrapping around his chest, growing bigger and bigger, causing him to panic. Soon Fluber engulfs him all over like a cocoon. He could felt the goo tightening his body. Kirk wailed his arms around, crying in frustration then collapsed on his knees. The goo began to engulf his neck, his chin then his mouth, he thought he was going to get suffocated to death. Soon his eyes rolled inside as his whole head was engulfed by slime and passed out as Flubber absorbs into him.

Later that afternoon, Kirk abruptly wakes and finds looking normal again but discovered his body has metamorphosized into a more muscular physique, feeling better than ever. However, Flubber soon alternates his mind and starts to develop an independent personality due to Flubber slowly possessing him. Kirk sniffed himself “Whoo that reeks!” and remembers that he hasn’t showered yet since he got back from his jog but under Flubber’s influence, he was okay with his musky odor. Then Kirk’s possessed body smirked himself and struts off for another jog without his shirt this time.

[slimeboy77]

When you play with a slime boy... 🟢

[slimeboy77]

I got myself those shiny neon orange briefs for Christmas and it makes my imagination go absolutely wild 🔥🔥😈