Molded into Submission - Onahole TF
Tags: Inanimate, Sex Toys TF, Slime creature, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Objectification, Onahole, Goo TF, Slime TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored versions are there as well!Molded into Submission - Onahole TFThe air in this shithole always tasted the same since I first went here 3 weeks…
The air in this shithole always tasted the same since I first went here 3 weeks ago. Stale beer, cheap whiskey, and the unwashed sweat of a hundred useless meatbags. I pushed through the swinging doors of the biker bar, my black latex jacket squeaking with every confident movement. My bright orange hair, a messy mop of slime tendrils, dripped tiny bits of myself onto the floor, leaving a glistening trail. My skin, a vibrant crimson, reflected the dim blue and red lights. I loved the way their eyes followed me, a mix of fear and lust. They knew I was not human. I was a slime woman, and their pathetic punches and weak threats were nothing to me. Tonight, like every other night, I was here to cause trouble and get my drinks for free. I walked over to the bar, my hips swaying. My latex shorts hugged my ass, the material slick against my gelatinous form. "Hey losers," I purred, my voice echoing slightly. I pointed a drippy finger at a group of bikers huddled in a corner. "Still pretending you have balls?" They just glared, their knuckles white as they gripped their mugs. Pathetic. I laughed, a wet, gurgling sound, and turned to the bar. I saw a full glass of beer just sitting on a table nearby. Perfect. I snatched it, my fingers leaving red slime residue on the glass, and downed it in one go. Ugh. It tasted weird. Like sand mixed with piss. I shrugged it off and spotted another drink. I grabbed that one too, draining it just as fast. This one had the same strange texture. Whatever. Free booze was free booze. One of the bikers, a big ugly bastard with a beard full of crumbs, finally stood up. His face was as red as my ass. "You got a problem, slime bitch?" he yelled. I licked my lips, my long orange tongue flicking out. "Nothing a real man could handle. Why don't we go talk about it in the toilet? You can show me what you are made of, meatbag." I winked, knowing full well he would end up slipping on a puddle of my slime and cracking his thick skull on the porcelain. He grunted and stomped towards the men's room. I followed, my boots clicking on the sticky floor. Inside, the stench of piss and disinfectant was overpowering. He turned to face me, but before he could say anything, three of his buddies crowded in behind me, blocking the door. "I like your boldness," I said, smirking at the first guy. "But this has to stop." I focused, preparing to shift my arm into a tendril to teach them a lesson. Nothing happened. I tried again. My arm felt… stiff an solid. "What the fuck?" "Something wrong?" the bearded one sneered. The others laughed, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the small room. "We found out your little secret, freak. A little birdie told us slime girls don't mix well with jello powder." My nonexistent heart dropped. Jello powder. The one thing that could neutralize my powers, turning my fluid body into solid, helpless gelatin for days. My mind raced. They knew. They all knew. My confidence evaporated, replaced by a cold dread. "Okay, okay, I am sorry," I stammered, my voice losing its cocky edge. "I will not pick on you anymore. I swear." "Oh, we want more than that," another one said, stepping closer. His eyes roamed my body. "You are always bragging about gang bangs. We want to see if you can back it up." My cheeks, now firm and warm, flushed a deeper shade of red. "Alright," I whispered, looking at the dirty floor. I felt trapped. "Tch... okay... but… but no dicks inside me, alright? You hear me, you dumb meatbags?" They laughed and nodded. Then their hands were on me. Rough, calloused fingers explored my body, which was becoming more solid by the second. One hand grabbed my thigh, squeezing the newly firm flesh. Another slid up my stomach, his thumb rubbing circles just below my breasts. My latex jacket and shorts were peeled away, the material making a sucking sound as it separated from my skin. The cool bathroom air hit my bare body. My nipples hardened. I moaned, a soft, shaky sound. This was not supposed to feel good. Four pairs of hands roamed over me, pinching, squeezing, stroking. Then there was a sharp, sudden pressure on my shoulder. A loud chomp. Someone had bitten me. "Holy shit," the man mumbled, his mouth full of my flesh. "She tastes fucking amazing. Like strawberries." "Of course I do, you idiot," I snapped, a flicker of my old pride returning through the haze of embarrassment. "We slimes work hard to maintain a pleasant taste and smell. It is not my fault you humans smell like piss and regret." That just encouraged them. They started sniffing me, their noses pressing against my neck, my breasts, my stomach. My solidifying body wiggled and shifted under their assault. Then they all started tasting me. Tongues licked paths over my skin. Teeth nibbled at my hips, my ass, my thighs. Chunks of my jello like body were torn away and devoured. And I fucking liked it. "Unnnngh." The sensation was electric. Each bite sent a shockwave of pleasure through me. I did not want them to stop.
