UNP022-Flush Smother Meg -Smothering and Humiliating Girl- Preview

I poked a pencil into it, and a few minutes later had a bare pencil lead surrounded by a thin tube of paint. It seemed that it would eat anything organic, except living tissue. A small sample having landed on my arm, left me with a hairless patch of skin. The little sample landed on my desk, forming into a flattened globe. By now, I had almost a quart of the goo. I pulled a plastic tub out of my closet, pouring the goo into it. Instead of flowing to the edges, it took the shape of a poorly inflated ball, a round shape, about eight inches across and about six inches tall. I picked up the little blob from my desk and dropped it in the tub, the two blobs quickly joined and became one. I gingerly touched the blob. It was dry and warm small to the touch, a bit squishy, reminding me of Becky Simpson's boobs, no great conquest, as she was probably the easiest girl in school. The blob seemed to hump up under my hand. I jerked my hand away to see a mound on top of the blob, very similar in shape to Becky's boob, slowly sexy sinking down to the normally smooth surface. What the actual fuck, I thought, staring at the smooth pink surface. I remembered last week when Candy had accidentally lost her towel on the way out of the bathroom, I got a good eyeful of her perky C-cups as she scrambled to cover herself. I remembered, clearly, the pale skin tone and pink nipples, as she blushed furiously. The blob humped up a perfect replica of Candy's boobs, even the colors seemed to shift to match my memory. I placed my palms over those bumps, they felt like boobs, they squeezed like boobs, they felt wonderful. I jerked my hands back. I was fantasizing domination groping my sister, not something I normally did. I mean, I love my sister in a big brother, protect her, kind of way. I had never actually thought of her as a woman, most of my mental images of her being in the eight to ten-year-old range when she'd been quite the tomboy. But I reminded myself, this isn't Candy, just some bizarre blob that made boobs that looked like hers. I needed to get back to safe ground, thinking of Becky's boobs again. The blob obligingly humped up into Becky's soft, slightly flaccid boobs. I grabbed them, squeezing and rubbing them BDSM like the real thing. They even showed Becky's slightly darker skin tone and her large dark nipples. This was tits making me hard as I remembered that afternoon up at the lake. She wouldn't let me go all the way but did let me finger her cunt, wet and warm to my fingers. The blob shifted under my hands into a fair approximation of a woman's crotch. I slid my hand down to the cleft between the suggestion of legs, feeling the folds of Becky's cunt lips and the opening of her cunt, feeling exactly as remembered, wet and warm. The replica boobs had faded away as material flowed to form the replica cunt. This was getting interesting. The blob reminded me of a slime creature from one of my favorite role-playing games, able to form almost any shape. It wasn't just a blob anymore. It didn't seem to care what I fed it, so I went out and got a large bag of cheap dog food. “What happened to you, Nelson?” Logan scoffed, almost as if disgusted. I decided to go for it and pulled my shorts off so I was naked and began masturbating sexy in front of him. I could see shock and fear in them. Her hand slid behind my neck as her thumb caressed my cheek. This of course small started the balls to move in her cunt. Then domination I added “Alice, I love you.” I meant it. "Good night cow. ration. Danny looked at me and said next time we're going to have to go to my place you little slut so I can show you some real fun I BDSM looked tits at her and said that might be fun but " Im not gay. The cameras were recording this, streaming it out across the internet.