Crashed on the floor when I moved in This little bungalow with some strange new friends -Vanessa Carlton, "White Houses" -Q- **Warning:** This story contains a crashed slumber party, a four women, one pizza boy, herm transformation, mind control, body control, one generic plot-device character, girls with penises, inflation, cumflation, rationalization, pateraphilia, anatomically impossible sex acts, and colour theory. -Q- Cammi woke up. She was on the floor of a living room, pillow under her head, sheet on the carpet, blanket on her legs. One of those synthetic ones, like an airline blanket. Brooke had her arm over Cam. She smelt like lavender. "Brooke?" Cam said. "Hmm?" Brooke opened her eyes, blushed. "Sorry." "What time is it? " " Brooke looked at the clock above the mantle. "'Bout eleven." On the TV, Netflix asked if they were still watching. "So what woke me up?" Cammi said. "That would be me." *Who-?* There was a vague blur sitting nearby. Cammi blinked. It was still a vague blur. Albeit one in a very nice leather dress, sitting on a beanbag chair. Cam rubbed her eyes and looked around. *Nope, living room looks normal. Couches, fireplace, clock, coffee table pushed back so we had someplace to sleep, Audrey, Brooke sitting up, and Deanna, the beanbag, the dress, all perfectly clear.* Suddenly, Cammi's gut felt cold. "I don't own a beanbag chair," Brooke said. If you didn't know her, you would never notice the slight hitch in her voice. "Bought it with me," the stranger said. A woman? "Yeah, about that." Brooke edged between Cammi and the intruder. And a little closer to the fireplace pokers. "How did you get into my house?" "Magic." The stranger reached down, to the far side of the beanbag chair, out of sight. Brooke tensed. The stranger brought up...a mimosa? Cammi stared. Brooke stared. "Oh, I hope you don't mind. I helped myself." She leaned forward, stuck her free hand out. "Where are my manners? My name is Nequ." Neither woman took it. Brooke said "what do you want?" Nequ smiled. Well, they got the *impression* of a smile. somehow. "I want to play a game. Would you like to play a game?" "No." "Great! Let's go." She made a circular gesture with one finger *Huh?* "Turn around." They turned around. Audrey and Deanna were kneeling on the floor, facing the other three women. Their hands were placed demurely in their laps. Audrey wore red headphones with black trim. Deanna wore black headphones with greenish-yellow trim. They swayed to some unknown beat, eyes blank and glazed and half-closed. Cammi and Deanna just stared. Behind them, Nequ spoke into an imaginary walkie-talkie in a hoarse, tactical near-whisper. "*Alpha, go!*" Audrey blinked, straightened. "*Delta, go!*" Deanna blinked. Audrey turned to face Deanna. Deanna turned to face Audrey. They opened their eyes, straightened, held gaze for the longest second. Then their heads tilted, their mouths opened, and they leaned into a kiss. Cammi spun back to the interloper. "What did you *do* to them?" "Nothing all of you didn't already want to do," Nequ said. Heat rose in Cammi's cheeks, her neck. Embarrassment, of course. "I'm not - Brooke, tell her I'm not" Brooke stared at the other two women. "*Brooke!*" "Huh?" Brooke said. "You can't blame her," Nequ said. "Look, they're really getting into it." Audrey and Dee groped each other. Over the clothes. Through the clothes. Removing clothes. Crotches ground together, straight through the pyjama pants. They were soaking through. Two layers of cotton weren't exactly the Hoover Dam, but still. Cam swallowed. "What...what's 's going on with the headphones? "Let me answer that question with another question," Nequ said. "How's your boner?" "My what?" Brooke gasped, and doubled over. "Brooke?" Cammi said, "What's wr-" And then it hit *her*. A low, desperate heat and pressure, right above her vagina. She reached down, but it was already too late. The black object at her crotch rudely shoved her loose pyjama pants aside, to hang over the waistband. It was a great, big, black cock. Literally black. And shiny. The head was blue-green. Or maybe it was green-blue. "How-?" "Why-?" Brooke said. She had the same thing, the same size, but her head was green. Her hands fluttered over it. Cammi wasn't sure what to do herself. Alex and Dee didn't seem too worried by their friends new equipment. Or... anything outside of their make out session. Cammi scrambled to get feet and pulled down her pants, her underwear. The... *thing* was attached directly to her crotch, a thin line snaking from the underside, around her clit, into her vagina. "When did you do this to us?" Brooke said, her voice hoarse with... *something*. "While you were sleeping," Nequ said. *She went into my... my...* "Like I said earlier; would you like to play a game?" "What?" Cammi said. "*No!*" There was a hand on Cammi's arm. Brooke's. Her breath tickled Cammi's ear. "Let's hear her out." Nequ looked smug. "Smart girl. *Good* girl." Brooke's hand tightened on Cammi's arm. "What do you *want*?" Nequ, somehow, looked smugger. "*Regarde les deux filles.*" "They're *women*, not *girls*," Cammi said. she was, somehow, getting...comfortably numb to all of this. Most of her. Nequ rolled her eyes. "Beg pardon. *Regarde* them anyway." Brooke and Cammi looked at each other. Nequ sighed. "*Please?*" Cammi and Brooke looked. The headphones weren't headphones. Headphones didn't spread dark coloring over someone's head. Didn't down their hair in a tide of black. Didn't darken their eyes, until they were colored irises on a midnight sea. But the wrong colour. Audrey had a gorgeous pair of greens, but now they were red, like some anime character, half closed in lust. Dee's eyes *were* green, but they were an unnatural shade of yellow-green, instead of the black they were supposed to be. "Cammi?" Brooke whispered. ...Cammi was leaning forward. *When did I lean forward?* "Yeah?" Cammi said. "Foreheads." Foreheads? There was a hole in the black stuff over Audrey's forehead. Cammi could see Audrey's skin through it, in the shape of a 1. Deanna's forehead was clear, until something drew a hole in it. like poking a hot match through a plastic bag. A straight vertical stroke, a cross stroke, a diagonal- **4**. "All you have to do," Nequ said, "is watch these two make out, and not touch the new equipment." That would be easy. It was disgusting. Well, not disgusting on a man. But disgusting on Cammi. Wrong. *Totally* wrong. "If you do touch it, before they get all hot and bothered to grow their own, I get to change you." Brooke's head snapped up. "Change us to *what?*" Nequ smiled. "Spoilers. I'll even give you a head start. Look at them, they're already warmed up. Won't be much longer before they explode." They certainly were. *When their cock come out, will they come right away? Or will they need to work on 'em first?* "And if we win?" Brooke said. "What happens if we win?" "I change you back to normal, and go away." Cammi said "What if we say n-" "We'll do it!" Brooke blurted. Cammi gave her friend her best glare. Brooke blushed. Again. "The deed is done," Nequ said. "What?" Cammi said. "*No!*" "Too late. Settle in and enjoy yourself." Nequ shrugged one shoulder. "Or...not." This was *insane*. Cammi decided to glare at Brooke. It was less than effective, since the other girl had shut her eyes, and put her hands over her ears. Fantastic. Brooke's penis bobbed, all on its own, just with the natural motions of her hips. Her breathing. Cammi shot up and went to the kitchen. She yanked the freezer open- *Wait, I need a bowl.* -yanked a cupboard open, yanked out a bowl, slammed the cupboard shut, slammed the bowl on the counter, yanked the fridge open again- Alex and Dee made a *shlick, shlick* sound. A little moan. -yanked out the ice cube tray, slammed the door shut, scraped some ice cubes into the bowl, remembered the fridge had an icemaker, and managed not to scream. Barely. She ran some water into the bowl, knelt on the floor, spread her legs, and carefully, carefully, slid her dick into the ice water. It *felt* real. She could feel the texture of the ice cubes, the little shocks as the dick shoved them aside, set them bouncing against each other. She could even feel the cold, all though it felt like it was on the other side of a pair of gloves. There should have been a pair of balls. Just a coin purse, right there. Sliding over the rim of the bowl as she humped it. Something went *thump*. Cammi peeked over the counter. Brooke was on her hands and knees, leaning forward, staring at the couple. Her mouth was open, eyes glossy. Drool hung from her lower lip. And her right hand was about to- "Brooke!" Cammi yelled. Brooke flinched. Put her hand on the floor, looked ashamed of herself. She stood up, and looked over the counter at Cammi, at Cammi's bowl. Her eyes widened. "Room for one more?" Her breasts heaved under her top. Her breathing was shallow. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of her neck. "Cammi?" "Hmm?" "I said, 'room for one more?'" Cammi swallowed. "It's...it's not working, anyway." Could she slip ice cubes into her vagina, to reach that simmering heat in her core? Maybe there was a funnel somewhere... Brooke's dick bobbed in the air. She looked at Nequ. "What if we hump something?" "You'd have a mess to clean up." "I mean, would that count as a loss?" "No." "Oh. Okay." Brooke looked around. "So...the couch. The arm of the couch." Cammi opened her mouth. *Brooke*- no, she couldn't say that. But she didn't know what else *to* say. *If you do that, you'll have to pay for the dry-cleaning bill? Because that should be your top priority, clearly.* Brooke caught Cammi's eye, and *knew*. She grinned. "Don't worry. I can buy a new one." *She knows me so well.* Brooke yanked down her own panties, The elastic scraped along her cock, and she flinched. Then she straddled the couch cushion, facing the kitchen, grit her teeth, leaned over, and drew herself along the arm. Her mouth fell open. A...a *sound* came out. Her breathing went shallow. If this worked, maybe Cammi could take the other arm. They'd be couch-humping sisters- Brooke's hips stilled. "I think it's worse." Her whole neck, her cheeks, her ears, they were all red. Cammi pointed. Brooke looked down. The black spread out from her dick, covering her stomach, her upper thighs. She lifted herself up to check, and, yep, the lips of her vulva were green too. Cammi's lip hurt. *When did I bite it?* Nequ slurped the last dregs of her mimosa though her straw. The sound was the loudest thing in the room, somehow, even over "Honestly, I stopped mind-controlling them five minutes ago. This is alllll them." The top halves of Alex and Dee were wrapped in black. They didn't notice how the breasts they grasped were covered in latex. Except for the red and yellow-green nipples, of course. The headphones were gone, and their heads were totally covered, except for the eyes, the number on their forehead. And a cutout over the mouth. *Like Batman or Robocop. With even more rubber.* It was disgusting. Cammi bit her lip. It was so, so hot. Cammi grabbed the bowl, and stuck her face in it. She must've been just as flushed as Brooke. The heat was a furnace, stretching from her crotch, her cunt, her core, all the way through her body, her breasts, her neck, a tiny point on her forehead. **3** Brooke said "you cheated!" Nequ shook her head. "No I didn't. I just said humping the couch wouldn't disqualify you. I never said it would help. You should listen to what I'm *actually* saying, not what you want to *think* I'm saying." Brooke growled, and shoved herself up off the couch. There was a stain on the armrest, and some gunk left strings from the couch to her... Brooke walked over to the couple, and leaned over. She waved a hand in between their eyes- Dee grabbed Brooke's hand, and stuck it in her mouth. *What?* Brooke looked disgusted. She yanked her arm back, and Deanna went right back to enjoying Alpha. Brooke held up her hand, turned it back and forth. The wet part was completely black, except for two of her nails. **2.** Brooke frowned, then clenched her hand into a fist. "What if I helped?" "Helped with what?" Nequ said. "Helped them." Suddenly, Cammi had to lean against the counter. "If I help them get off, help their dicks come out, it's not touching the merch, right?" The corner was *right there*. She could almost feel the pointed edge sliding against her slit, nudging her button. "That's right," Nequ said. "The rules say you and Cam can't touch yourselves. Nothing about Alpha and Delta." The smooth, cold marble of the countertop on the underside of her dick. But it wouldn't be enough. Not nearly enough. Brooke nodded. "I'll be upstairs." She turned away, but detoured to the kitchen to squeeze Cammi's hand. "Hang on," she whispered. "It's almost over." Cam nodded. She thought she nodded. Any road, Brooke went upstairs. If she ground herself all over the counter, if she pressed her clit into it hard enough, maybe she'd come. All over the kitchen, the living room. *No. This was wrong!* It *hurt*, not giving in. It hurt so much she bent over the counter, grasping at the edges, knuckles white. Her throat felt tight, *so* tight. She didn't want this. It was all Nequ. Cammi didn't want to stuff her cunt with everything she could find. She didn't want to hump the counter until she shot her black cum all over the couch, the floor, the mantelpiece, the clock, Nequ, Alex, Deanna, Brooke- Especially not Brooke. It felt like the dick was connected directly to Cam's spine, and up to her brain, and she had to - she *had* to - "Cammi?" Cammi looked up, hair was in her eyes, and her face was slick with sweat. "Huh?" Brooke was right there. Cammi looked her friend in the face. Then she looked at the vibrator in Brooke's hand. Then she looked at Brooke's cock. Then she reached out and grabbed it. Brooke squealed, tried to pull away, then made eye contact. Her eyes widened, and she reached for Cammi. *Yes! Finally!* They had always been close. If they were going to make it out of this crazy situation, they needed to work together. *Closely* together. That wasn't *entirely* the magical penis talking. A hand dropped onto each of their shoulders. They cringed, let go of each other. "Clever," Nequ said. "Very clever, ladies. But...do you remember what I said?" Cammi looked at Brooke. "*The* new equipment. Not *your* new equipment." The girls looked at each other. Brooke smiled. Suddenly Cammi was flat on her back. Brooke grabbed at her clothes, shoved the tank top up Cammi's chest. The air was cold on Cammi's skin, the tiles cold on her back. She said "wait, wait, we have to-" Bee bit down on the center strap for Cammi's bra, bit it like a dog, pulled back, and pulled at the cups until the little strip of nylon snapped. The tension went out of the straps. *I paid twenty bucks for that.* "Brooke, *stop!*" Bravo dove back in. She ran her tongue around Cammi's left nipple, up her breast, up her chest, up her neck- Her tongue was already turning green. It left a slick greenish trail on Cammi's body. No...greenish-blue. Where it wasn't black. Brooke reached Cammi's lips. Their breasts slid together, and Cammi reached up to-what? Push Brooke away? Or- "Just so you know," Nequ said. "I'm not doing this either. She's just a freak. She just figured 'well, since Nequ's going to change us anyway'..." This didn't count, Cammi told herself. It was no different from any other occasion when she was horny and did something reckless. Except she wasn't drunk. No matter what Nequ did to her, she couldn't change Cammi's sexuality. Not really. Unless Cammi had been bi all along, of course. And was it *really* bi, if you had a cock? Brooke wrapped a hand around Cammi's hip, curved it back and down, pulled her friend closer. Their cocks touched- And then Cam got the craziest idea. Which she was promptly distracted from by Brooke's hand, her wet hand, curving over Cam's derrière, toward her- Oh, *well*, that was new. Cam clenched down on the fingers in her anus, and Brooke just slid in further. Cammi was sure - pretty sure - that wasn't normal, that she wouldn't be able to - was that a *prostate*? Someone moaned. Was it her? Was it Alex? Dee? All of them? Brooke's free hand curled around Charlie's waist. She rubbed her middle finger across the scar from when little Camilla tried to jump a fence, back in fourth-grade recess. Traced its outline. And then it was gone, under the rising tide of black and green-blue from Brooke's efforts. Now. She had to do it *now*, before she got more...distracted. She shoved Brooke away, and Brooke's hand came out with a certain amount of friction. The other woman looked hurt. Well, most of her face was covered by now, but Cammi just knew. She hastened to reassure her friend. While their lips were pressed together, Cam reached down and grabbed her dick, then Brooke's. Brooke tried to pull away, to look down. Cammi bit down on Brooke's tongue. It didn't hurt, you couldn't hurt rubber, but she was *not* getting away. Cammi laid their cocks alongside each other, each pointed at the other one's body. She wrapped both hands together, and started to squeeze. It was kind of like watching a cell splitting, but in reverse. Now it was Brooke moaning, Brooke biting down. Her nails dug into Cam's back, her flesh, her new, rubber skin. Cammi kept encouraging the new appendage, until finally, finally, she had a massive tube connecting their crotches. Brooke leaned back, and looked at Cammi. "Now what?" Cammi opened her mouth. Shut it. Frowned. "You didn't think you'd even get this far, did you?" Cammi shook her head. So did Brooke, but with a fond smile on her face. "Well. Allow me to make some suggestions." She reached down, and wrapped both hands around their cock. Squeezed, lightly. Pulled toward herself, paused, and then pushed back. Cammi could feel every inch of it. She was sure Brooke could too. *Good idea.* Cammi followed suit. "There," Brooke said. "Isn't this nice?" There was a **2** on Bravo's forehead. How long had that been there? Breasts pressed into Cammi's back. A red and black hand reached around her body, curled around the dick. Another one reached past her, past the combined cock, and into Brooke's *(Bravo)* cunt. On the far side of Brooke, Deanna *(Delta)* did the same to Bravo, and drew a finger up Cammi's (Charlie) slit before plunging in- And all Charlie could think was *How would this look, if anyone was here?* Someone's phone made a camera noise. *Oh, right.* Specifically, Bravo's phone. Nequ lowered it. "Think I should post this on your LinkedIn?" Cammi *(Charlie)* stared at Nequ for a second. And then Audrey *(Alpha)* speared between Cammi's buttcheeks and into her anus. That was new too. Alpha pulled back and thrust, pulled back and thrust. Her hands kept working, and so did Charlie's, and Bravo's, and Delta's, until... Well, *until*. Cammi didn't even notice when their combined cocks separated. She just knew it was somewhere in the complete white-out - well, blackout - of pleasure. When she came to, she was on the floor, an arm wrapped around her waist from behind, and the other hand was stroking her hair. Well, the featureless black hood where Charlie's hair had been. *Alpha might be using her wet hand.* For some reason, Charlie couldn't make herself care. Alpha's breasts pressed into the back of Charlie's head, and if she looked up, she saw the ceiling. She felt...sticky, back there. And under there. Bravo was in a similar position. *Wait a second.* Charlie looked at Brooke's cock. Then she looked at her own member. Then she wrapped a hand around it. *Huh. Is it bigger?* Someone ripped some sort of container open. Alpha's arm tightened around Charlie's waist, briefly. "I hope you appreciate this," Nequ sniffed. She had somehow found a frozen yogurt. "Do you know how hard it was to find three women with repressed bisexual feelings for each other? Much less ones with alphabetical names?" Charlie rolled her eyes. "I'm sure that must've been very hard on y-" Alpha leaned in to Charlie's neck, got some skin between her teeth, and pulled her head back. She let up the pressure, just a little, so the skin slipped out, tooth by tooth. And then she licked it, for good measure. Charlie's eyes rolled back in her head for a few seconds. When she focused again, she said "Wait, *three*?" Delta made eye contact with Alpha, over Charlie's shoulder. Then Delta looked at Charlie. And then she looked at Bravo. Bravo blushed. "I...I was going to tell you over breakfast?" She took a deep breath, and the words spilled out of her like a broken water main. "I've had a crush on you since we met. I'm known *what* - who I was - for a long time, but I don't like to talk about it. You never talked about your boyfriends, so I just kinda hoped you were...y'know." It was kinda adorable, really. Especially when Brooke looked down and her shoulders fell and she quietly said "I didn't want to if you weren't into it." Cammi blinked. "Want to...this?" She pointed at her crotch. Three of her nails were blue-green, and the other two black. She didn't notice. Brooke nodded. Cammi's head spun. She sat up quickly. This was all so *fast*. "Well...I *guess*-*mmph!*" "Plus-" Nequ pointed with her spoon, "-finding a sleepover at the same time a pizza boy named eric was on duty. Cammi came up for air long enough to say "What pizza?" The doorbell rang. Nequ put a hand to her ear "Hark!" Delta wandered off toward the bathroom, and Nequ went for the door. The pimpled pizza purveyor didn't seem particularly fazed by the blight on the face of reality. After your first five minutes on the job, you start to develop certain immunities, for the sake of your sanity. Or maybe he just assumed it was fatigue. "I have a large pepperoni for Miss Neh-cueh?" Nequ stared at him. *Amazing. What good are phenomenal cosmic powers if they **never get your name right**?* "*Nequ*," she said. "Sorry. I thought it was Vietnamese." He thrust the box at her. Her hand closed on the box. Her other hand closed on his wrist. come in. "I'm not supposed to-" "Come along, Pond." Eric blinked. "Wait, I know that show." "I know." Nequ kicked the front door with her foot, and it swung shut. "Put it right there on the counter. I'll have your payment in a second." "Is it sex?" Nequ blinked. "Is the payment sex?" He pointed his chin toward the sexy, shiny tableau. "Look, I don't care about whatever y'all are up to, but this is my *job*, not porn. Even if I wanted to, I can't pay gas money with sex. The IRS doesn't accept sex." Nequ's lips pursed, and her eyes narrowed. She reached into a pocket on her dress that hadn't been there before, and handed him fifteen bucks. "Keep the change." Eric set the pizza down. "Thank yo-" Nequ seized his outstretched hand, and twisted it behind his back. "*Hey!*" Somehow, she got ahold of his other hand, and swung that around too. Then she bound his forearms together with something rubbery and flexible. "Let me go!" "Oh, where are my manners?" She spun Eric around to face the girls, put a companionable hand on his shoulder. He hadn't noticed the dicks. And it wasn't like they were easy to miss. "Meet the Nequties. Nequ cuties. I almost called them the Slixxens, but that makes people think of foxes and also of bad porn names. Nequties, meet Eric. But- She counted on her fingers, theatrically. "One's missing. oh, well, I'm sure she'll be along shortly." In the bathroom, something made the sound of running water. Nequ got a firm grip on Eric's shoulders, set her feet, and shoved him at the Nequties. He landed almost in their laps. In fact, if that soft feeling under his head was what he thought it was, he had literally landed in one's lap. *This is just like one of my animes.* Except for the latex. And the thing that was clearly not a thigh. *Okay, maybe **one** of my animes.* He opened his eyes, and looked up. The girl - assuming it was a girl - smiled down at him. She had weird eyes. The white was black, and the iris was a weird blue-green color. Aqua, really. Must be contacts. Unless her eyes just happened to be the same color as the markings on her black catsuit. He couldn't see the seams around her eyes. There should've been a point where the rubber met skin. Why did her forehead have a **3** on it? "Eric," Nequ said. "Allow me to introduce you. Number 1, in red and black, is Alpha. Two, in black and green, is Bravo. Charlie - you're on her lap - is a nice, soothing black and green-blue. And- well, you'll meet Delta later. *Upsie-daisy.*" The girls' hands grabbed him, hauled him up so he was facing Nequ. Something heavy settled into Eric's gut, and he looked his tormentor in the eye. "What are you gong to do with me?" She blinked. "Good question. Girls?" The girls pricked up his ears, like a dog who just heard the word 'walkies'. He could tell, just by the way their grips shifted. "I think you should give him a splitjob." Two of the girls said "a splitjob?" Nequ made eye contact with them, over Eric's shoulder. They flinched a little, then relaxed. "Right. A splitjob." "What's a splitjob?" Eric said. "You're about to find out." Nequ plopped herself down into a nearby recliner. "Take it away, girls." The girls pulled Eric down, onto his stomach. Someone cradled his head, pulled it up. He looked up, into Alpha's eyes. She shook her head, slightly, and used her grip on his head to push his gaze down- To her cock. "You have got to be-" She was not. It didn't taste bad. It didn't taste like much of anything. But it was, nonetheless, an unmistakable *presence*, like a pebble in your shoe, or a mother-in-law. She did this like she had done it before. Like she raped pizza boys every day. And, as far as he could tell, she was *huge*. But she didn't have any problem forcing the prosthetic - if it *was* a prosthetic - down his mouth. Made it bulge like a snake swallowing a mouse. *Is this the splitjob? Because it just seems like regular or-* The girls at the back - Bravo and Charlie - pulled down his pants, exposing his, okay, admittedly under-toned rear. He had been meaning to do some squats. Honest. "Girls?" Nequ said. "Let him watch." Eric said "Watch? Watch what?" Or he would've. But he couldn't. Because his mouth was full. Alpha rocked her hips back, and her cock slide up Eric's throat, and out of his mouth. He nearly spat it out, and a stand of saliva trailed from his mouth as Alpha bobbed free. Eric gasped for air. They rolled him over onto his side, where he could see Bravo and Charlie. More precisely, where he could see what they were doing with their dicks. At first, it looked like some combination of a reach-over and jerking off. But that was just the warm-up act. The main attract was when they bought their two strap-ons together. And they started to merge. Their mass flowed together, like one of those string cheese snacks pulling apart, but in reverse. It was like they were both some kind of thick, goopy liquid. The heads of their cocks were both their respective accent color, but even that changed. It was like dropping ink in a glass of water and watching it spread and diffuse. Except it was spreading and diffusing into a slightly greener blue-green. When they were done, they were basically a very kinky pair of cojoined twins, and the surface of their junk kinda roiled, like it was prehensile. Like it was hungry. And they looked down at him- And *smiled*. *Oh. **That's** the splitjob.* "You are *not* putting that in m-*nnngggh*!" "I don't remember asking," Nequ said. The worst part, the worst part, was how *total* his penetration was, especially when Alpha joined in and forced her way past his uvula. Spit-roasting was fine for porn, camping, or professional barbecuers, but not for him! In fact, it was so total, it actually felt like it was getting bigger. Like the tentacock in his rectum was pushing farther and farther each time one of the girls thrust. And Alpha's, too. He wasn't sure what was lubricating it. Sure wasn't KY Jelly. Wait...they actually were getting bigger. Going farther and farther into him. It was impossible. But the whole evening was impossible, what was a little *more* impossible on top of it? Especially when he felt the three cocks reach each other inside his body, felt them combine into one - he didn't even know what to call it. Something hit the ground, and he looked down, as best as he could. A dark spot on the carpet. Tears. He was full. He was *so* full. He *hurt*. The human body was never meant to do this. Magic or not. And then they stopped. Nequ hadn't said anything, they had just...stopped. They turned him over, onto his back. Nequ said "Alpha, dear, could you-" Instead of going down the center of his face, the tentacock wrapped around the side, so he could get a better view of... what? The other two girls knelt, and kept thrusting. They didn't even have to move their bodies. Their pricks *were* prehensile, like an elephant trunk or monkey tail. they kept swirling and merging and splitting and *why didn't they just cum already?* Maybe they could cum into each other. make each other explode. Spatter thick, wet goo all over his face, his body- "Wait..." Nequ said. "That's all the holes filled." Beat. "Except one." Echo's - *Eric*'s eyes widened. What was *left*? His *nose*? His tear ducts? His- No. And then the last player in their sexy little drama arrived. Her noise preceded her; the sound of liquid moving in a container. Delta looked like a water balloon with tits. A water balloon with tits and legs. A water balloon with tits and legs and arms and a black and lime-green color scheme. She sloshed as she walked over. swung a leg over his body. Lowered herself carefully, so carefully, toward his dick, reached down, got a good hold on it. That wasn't a slit. The head of his cock pressed against a tight ring. It felt slick. not that he had much anal. Or any. Or sex. Ever. Delta eased the head through, and then stopped. A slow smile spread across her mouth, like she had just curled up under a blanket with a copy of *The Light Between Oceans* and a cup of herbal tea. He hadn't noticed the lipstick before. The black upper lip, the way the lower lip faded from black at the edges to lime-green in the center. *She must have fantastic thigh muscle control.* No. He couldn't admire the sexy rubber monster, no matter how thick she wa- Something closed around his dick, just below the head. *Wait, what?* Eric tried to jerk his dick out, but he didn't have nearly enough movement. It also pressed the two cocks in his backdoor against his own ring, his own prostate. *Guuhh!* Delta levered herself off his body. The head of his cock was encased in a slick, grey covering. She bent almost in half to look at her handiwork, which was kinda amazing, considering her belly. She even squeezed the head, to make sure none came off. Four of her nails on each hand were painted lime-green. The thumb was black. What was *that* about? So *now* what? He didn't have any holes left! Unless they wanted to keep him spinning forever, like a rotisserie chicken- Then she sat on him. More precisely, his stomach. More precisely, she somehow lined up her vagina with his belly button. When she rose up, experimentally, the skin on his stomach followed her. Eric looked at the seal. Then at her smug face. Then at her big belly. He would've said "you have *got* to be kidding me!" but his mouth was full. Delta seemed to get the gist anyway, and squeezed her stomach. Something bulged between her legs. She squeezed harder. It bulged farther. One more squeeze, and she had a cock of her own. *Why are they always **bigger** than me?* The cock, of course, was pointed at his face. He tried to flinch away, then remembered he already had a cock in his mouth. What was a little bukkake between friends? Delta's smile got even smugger, like she knew what he was afraid of. And then she bit her lip, and pressed down on her belly. Eric flinched again, but Delta must've flipped some internal switch. Because the goo didn't come out of her cock, it came out of her cunt. And into Eric's belly button. And into his stomach. Once, Eric went to an all you can eat buffet and went "challenge accepted" and had ended up too bloated to move. His friends had rolled him into an Uber. Except the full feeling was coming from the wrong location. And so was the feeling of something liquid moving through him. *In retrospect, I should **not** have put ice cream and a hot dog in a tortilla shell.* The liquid spread through his body, down toward his anus, up toward his mouth. The latter hole won the race, and the goop spilled out all over his lips, the cock in his mouth. Nequ cocked her head; the better to hear the *shlick, shlick* of the tentadick as it slid through Echo's new, plumper, bigger, well-lubricated lips. But it wasn't enough. His stomach went bloated, just like hers was. Had been. She squeezed all her juice out of her tummy, until she was resting on the peak of the rise. Her cock was pointed downhill- He was still hard. He was still *so* hard- Delta grimaced, pulled herself free. Strings of that black stuff stretched from her crotch to Eric's navel. Stretched, and broke. She was slim now. The same as the others. There was a **4** on her shoulders, her forehead. He looked at her cock. She seemed *very excited*. She walked over to the side, reached down with both hands, and started teasing herself, occasionally pinching a nipple. She kept smiling. Nequ leaned into Eric's view, from the opposite side. "Poor baby," she said. "Does it hurt?" Eric tried to nod. Nequ rested a foot, lightly, on his belly. "Well. let's fix that." Eric widened his eyes. *No, wait-* And she did. she actually did. But only long enough to pull a pair of black headphones from thin air and plop them over his ears. He tried to dodge away, but the tension went out of his muscles before it even hit his head. The song drilled through his ears, into his brain, into his *bones*. He blinked. A smile, much like Delta's, spread over his face. Nequ pressed down. The whites of Eric's eyes darkened, just like the other girls. His chest tented a little, under his uniform shirt. Press. Darker still. His expanding rear pressed against the floor, around the tentacocks invading it. Press. His eyes were brown irises swimming in a midnight sea. The fat rippled down his thighs. Press Correction: grey irises. The black and grey coloring chased the fat down his skinny legs. Press. The black of the headphones started to bleed over his head, in the shape of a hood. Press. The tent in his shirt was now two large mounds. Nequ looked down at him, frowned, then reached down and tore it open. Followed by his undershirt. Only then were his brand new tits exposed to the world. "Isn't this better?" Nequ whispered. "You don't have to worry about money, about work, about socializing. Don't have to think about anything. Except sex. Except the black. Spreading it, spreading your legs. Spreading other people's legs..." Eric was past hearing at this point, much less caring. Past anything but twitching and leaking, and gradually turning black and grey. His hands snapped free of their confines, and he bought them up to stare at them. Black, slim, feminine. Grey nails on all five fingers. He curled them, experimentally. Then grabbed great handfuls of his great mounds. Dug the nails into his nipples, his areolae. Moaned like a back-alley hooker. Nequ smiled, in a vaguely maternal manner. "I'm-I'm not a monster, you know. This isn't random. Not about just the names. I select you people for this...very carefully." She knelt. Black and grey crept up Eric's twitching, swelling, *expanding* cock. His black and grey lips pursed. "I know it's true. It's an unspoken secret of you. Of all of you. Everyone I chose. Everyone I Help." One hand braced Nequ on the floor, and the other reached under Eric's balls. Probed the tender spot underneath. She leaned in, as a pitch-black tear ran down Eric's face. Whispered into his ear. "*In the end, you will always squeal.*" The color reached the head of Eric's cock, the seal Delta had put on it earlier. Nequ's fingers broke through into Eric's brand new cunt. *5* appeared on his forehead. And Echo came. Nequ closed her eyes, and basked in it. The feeling, if not the substance. The substance missed her, completely. And more importantly, it missed the pizza box. As she settled back into her beanbag chair, she sighed languorously. "Well, time for a recharge. Supervisin' is hard work." Nequ reached for the box, flipped the box open. Her face darkened. "Hey!" She shot up, stormed over to Eric, and shook the box in his face. His eyes - his new eyes - focused on it. "I ordered *extra cheese*!" ENDF #4 on the Floor 2018 Nequ Creative Commons By-SA-NC -Q- I created a character once, a bitch named Euqen with a crappy retail job. At (mumble mumble) times, she'd change into the goddess Nequ. Or at least a powerful magical being that thinks it's a goddess. This would make it somewhat different to hold down her job. Needless to say, I was working a crappy retail job at the time. The concept didn't go anywhere, and I dredged her back up because I wanted my generic pop culture-quoting sociopath magical dom character to have a name. In this story, Nequ has no physical identity, and exists only by relation to her creations, because it's SUBTLE SYMBOLISM. And I could say her lack of active interference represents how stories sometimes feel like they're writing themselves. I could, but I'd be lying. You may have figured out that symbolism, but I bet you didn't notice the near-complete absence of any description of the girls or Eric. And we don't know if the girls have day jobs, if they're in school, or a combination of both. Almost like I specifically pared them down to the bare minimum characteristics necessary to tell the story, reducing them to objects before I reduced them to objects! You need to have a very high IQ to understand my stories. Like, "Rick and Morty" fan smart. One last note. Nequ - the character - claims the girls were all repressed bisexuals. That's statistically unlikely, but not impossible. Thing is, Nequ could only know that is if she looked into their minds, somehow. And even if they were, even if she was right, they sure took the changes well, didn't they? Almost like Nequ projected her desires on them, but didn't realize it. ...Or did she somehow know they'd naturally like that part too?