A strange little story that’s been bouncing in my head for a while. Not what this sub usually sees, but hopefully you enjoy nonetheless. May make a part two, may not. We’ll see.
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Story Summary; A humanoid slime highschooler named Josh struggles with the fact that his best-friend-slash-huge-crush, Damien, a sizeable amateur shapeshifter, doesn’t have the same feelings for him. Or… does he?
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Josh wasn’t an ordinary high school student. In fact, he had never even *seen* a real high school. As far as he could remember, his existence was a secret from everyone who wasn’t his parents, or the government. Why? Well, because he was born “magically”. In other words, he shouldn’t have existed.
See, Josh was a slime. An actual, yellow, humanoid slime. In an age where people no longer believed magic existed, the United States government felt the need to keep the reality that magic was, some way, somehow, real out of the blue twenty-two years ago, a secret from the world. So, Josh lived out in the rural countryside, just outside of Indianapolis, which was the apparent hotspot of literally *all* of the sudden magical activity over the past twenty years, and he was picked up by a bus every morning to go to “high school”.
Honestly, the government could have done worse. It could have decided that they all needed to die to keep the secret, or just threw the magic kids in a cage their entire lives. Instead, it helped each of the magic individuals that he went to school with try their best to become a virtual person and live at least a semblance of a life through the internet, or, if they were normal enough in appearance, then they could become a real, functioning member of society.
Unfortunately, Josh was never going to have a real life. You couldn’t just slap makeup onto him like you could with the kids who turned into orcs, or hide his ears under a wig and tail under some jeans like all the beast kids. No, Josh would raise too many questions if *anyone* ever saw him outside of the people already keeping the secret. So his friends were all either Secret Service, entirely online, or magical, like him.
“Hey, Josh,” he greeted the bus driver, Josh.
“Hey, Josh,” the driver with the same name as him greeted back. It was an entertaining little routine to start the morning. Josh walked to the back, going for his usual seat on the bus. Only to spot Damien in his seat. Josh looked at him, less than pleased.
“Why are you in my seat?” he demanded of Damien as he brushed his wild bushy slime hair out of his eyes. Josh usually sat *next* to Damien, with Damien on the inside. The big lug just nodded his head in the direction of the place that he usually sat in. A new face was sitting there, sound asleep in Damien’s spot. Whoever the new kid was looked fairly normal aside from the pretty emo appearance, so chances were that he was just discovered late in his life as a magic being, like Damien was.
Josh just huffed before shoving his backpack under the seat and electing to sit in Damien’s lap. With a 6’5″ stature, and a far-too-cuddly 270 pounds on the man, compared to Josh’s 5’4″ (usually 5’4″, at least. His physical appearance was surprisingly flexible as a slime, but he still needed to eat to keep up any kind of mass), Damien made for a surprisingly good seat. The seat across from them was clear, but this was a matter of pride, damnit! This was *his* seat, and he was going to take it, one way or another!
“…Um…” Damien spoke up, now being used as a cushion.
“Shut up, chair,” Josh teased.
“I think I qualify as a sofa, actually,” he joked.
“Mm,” Josh confirmed, resting against Damien’s chest. Josh heard the man amusedly scoff behind him.
“Anyways, I’m taking a nap. Wake me up when we’re there.” Looking back, Damien had rested his head against the seat. It took approximately one minute for him to start snoring. *Figures.* Damien napped… a lot. Like, whenever he got the chance, a lot. He had a miraculous ability to do so, instantly. And *still,* it seemed like the giant could never get enough sleep. Josh sighed as he pulled out his phone, checking if anything interesting had popped up in his notifications. Nope. All that was there was a video suggestion from youtube and an instagram post that he wasn’t interested in. He was about to put his phone away… before an idea came to mind. Josh opened up his camera, changed it to video, and tapped ‘record’. He pointed the camera at Damien’s face, listening to him snore. Josh let the giant snore at the camera for a bit before he brought the camera back to his own face.
“*You’ve only been asleep for two minutes!*” he exclaimed in a whisper. “*Damien, how do you do it???*” Checking on the kid in the seat with them, he was still sound asleep, as well. He pointed the camera at the kid. “*And how are you asleep when this man’s blaring the trombone over here???*” Josh pondered aloud. He moved the camera back to himself, shaking his head… before Damien’s massive arms wrapped around him. His heart skipped a beat. Josh couldn’t really go flush-red, but if he could, he most certainly would have. Especially as Damien placed his head on Josh’s shoulder, bringing him into what felt like a *very* intimate hug. Josh stopped the recording, not wanting this on camera. Another lengthy snore sounded off from the man as he cuddled Josh. Not entirely against Josh’s will. But still, he didn’t want Damien to suddenly wake up and feel awkward. Damien most definitely knew that Josh had a *massive* crush on him, but, unfortunately, it wasn’t reciprocated. Which was okay, even though it sucked a little… Okay, it sucked a *lot*. But it was better than just not knowing, perpetually trying to hide the fact that he wanted his best friend’s attention, love, care and… other things. He tried not to think about those other things right now. Especially as he was trapped in Damien’s bearcuddle.
*Think about other things, Josh.*
“*Mnr, Jhsh…*” Josh barely heard Damien mumble between snores. Did… did he hear that right?
*Think about other things think about other things think about other things-*
Josh felt something pulse under his butt. Something big, and in Damien’s pants.
*THINK ABOUT OTHER THINGS THINK ABOUT OTHER THINGS THINK ABOUT ANYTHING BUT HIS BIG, THROBBING-… GODDAMNIT!*
His mind was going full swing, picturing Damien pressing him against the wall, his massive dick rubbing up against Josh’s stomach as the giant softly squeezed his body all over. In his imagination, Damien drew him in for a kiss, keeping him helplessly sandwiched against the wall and Damien’s body, the gentle giant finally taking what he secretly always wanted from Josh and pressing his huge dick into the slime’s quivering ass, slowly pressing deeper and deeper into his-… *Stop!* he demanded of himself. But the fantasies continued. God, he wanted Damien so bad. Why couldn’t the giant lug want him back?
“Hrnm…” A weak moan escaped his lips as his legs squeezed together tightly. The fantasies continued for the entire bus ride over. Damien hugged him closer. Oh Jesus. Josh was going to end up doing something that he was most certainly going to regret if-… The bus screeched to a halt. *OH THANK GOD.* Josh shot up, clapping his hands.
“Wake up, sleepyheads, we’re hereeee!” he shouted. The new kid awoke with a start, looking around, almost in a panic. Damien, however, was much slower to wake.
“Mmmuh?” he groggily questioned.
“C’mon, Damien, we’re here! Let’s go!” Josh announced. Damien begrudgingly sat up, picking up his and Josh’s bag from under the seat.
“Oh, thanks,” Josh acknowledged as Damien handed him his bag. Josh had nearly forgotten it, again. The other kid had been sleeping on his backpack, which was probably the only reason Damien didn’t try to hand him *his* bag, too. Josh stepped out into the aisle, with Damien and the new kid following behind him. The three of them walked down the aisle, headed into Fort Harrison’s School for Magic Individuals.
It was a pretty good school, all things considered. Each student had an individual education plan, due to the fact that grades couldn’t really be organized when you only had one or two kids per year. There were only, like, twenty-eight kids total. The new kid, if Josh had to guess, was around eighteen or nineteen, so he’d probably be in Josh or Damien’s “grade”. Josh turned around, walking backwards down the bus aisle.
“Hey, never got your name, kid,” he realized.
“Uhm, Ryan,” he answered.
“I’m Josh. Good meeting you. This big lug is Damien.” Damien offered a lazy wave. “You doing alright?” he asked Ryan, walking backwards down the stairs.
“Uh, yeah, I suppose…” he said hesitantly. Josh flinched a little. That was a dumb question. Of course the kid wasn’t doing alright. He was just informed that not only did magic *exist*, but that he *was* magic, and he couldn’t tell anyone, not even his friends. Not to mention that he might’ve been moved so much as halfway across the state to be here.
“Sorry, that was a dumb question.” Josh stepped off to the side, waiting for the two behind him to get off. “Well. Let’s go introduce you to the rest of the magic misfits.”
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So, it had been a long day of learning one of the most obscure programming languages. Since Josh couldn’t really get a normal job, the people in charge of the school had been essentially raising him for one of the select few jobs that he *could do* without showing his face to anyone. It helped that he didn’t hate being a computer geek, so he was alright with the fact that most of the time he spent in school was spent learning computer sciences, coding, programming, web and software developing, and just about every computer skill under the sun. Mrs. Max even had him doing a few hacking courses last year, which he had used for less-than-stellar purposes already, but if anyone deserved it, Derek did, and it had kept that douche off of his back ever since.
There were other classes, too, like PE, algebra and english, although PE was just as much to help the government study the physicality and abilities of each new species that was enrolled here, it was essentially killing three birds with one stone; the kids got a physical education, their unique biology was better understood in case the kids ran into any medical problems, and the government got all the shiny data points they wanted from these magical kids. Especially from Josh, who apparently was the most interesting of them all. Next to the wolf kid, who appeared to be a bonafide supersoldier, anyways. As it turned out, being a slime person came with… perks. He could basically turn into a liquid, squeeze through one-inch holes, change his body as he saw fit, he was nigh-fricking-invulnerable (as even if he lost an entire limb, it didn’t really *hurt*, and he could just reabsorb the appendage), and he had a slew of other things going for him that other people didn’t.
The potential downside, was that his reactions and reflexes were notably slower than they should have been, but that could have just been how he was born. They didn’t really know for sure. The *real* downside, that Josh had only really told the medical lady just in case, was that it was impossible for him to successfully jerk off. So, Josh was pent up since puberty, was being tested on his elasticity *again*, and was watching Damien benchpress three hundred pounds with only minimal effort. See, Damien was a shapeshifter, so he followed much the same rules as Josh did; if he had the body mass for it (and the know-how, which was something the big man hadn’t gotten a handle on just yet), he could do whatever he wanted with his body.
The difference was, Damien could change his fat mass into thick, roiling muscle, or luscious, poofy hair, while Josh didn’t actually *have* fat *nor* muscle *nor* hair. Or even bones or organs, technically, although he could organize parts of his body to perform necessary functions like that as *if* they were organs. Josh stretched his torso up until he touched the ceiling as he watched the wolf kid, who was spotting Damien, add two hundred more pounds this time. Damien seemed to actually be putting effort in, now, with his colossal arms pumping the barbell up off of his chest and pinning Josh to the ground and ripping off his clothes and goddamnit he was doing it again.
Josh pulled his pervy imagination back away from Damien, much to its childish protests as he held onto the ceiling for as long as he could. The elasticity of his body couldn’t hold forever when stretched like this, so eventually, his body would slink back together into a regular humanoid form. Slowly, his mass started to rise back up to the top of his body as he tried his best to suction cup his feet to the ground. Josh could feel his feet slowly lose their grip as his body conglomerated at his usual height, again. Eventually, his feet lost their grip, which made his lower half slingshot up. Surprised, Josh lost his grip.
He plummeted, landing onto the ground with a loud *squelch* as he was spread across the gym floor in the shape of splattered jello. The slime peeled himself back off, standing back up and reforming his slime clothes. A hand helped pull him up, and as he regained his bearings, he tried thanking the person.
“Thank you, I-…” He realized it was Damien. His face heated up just a bit.
“You okay???” the big oaf asked with genuine concern. Josh snickered.
“Once again, you big doof, I don’t really feel pain like you do. A floor splattering is, like, a twice-a-week PE class occurrence for me, anyways,” Josh playfully reminded him. Admittedly, Josh was taking in a lot more oxygen from the exertion, and his midsection was still pretty sore, but that was more from the stretching than anything. He was okay.
“Right, right… uh, sorry, it just… looked pretty bad from where I was at…” Damien awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Josh leaned into his shoulder.
“I’m fine. Just worry about yourself. I see you moved up to five hundred?” he asked, bringing up the increase in weight size that Damien was undergoing before his heroic rescue of the splattered Josh.
“Oh, yeah, I think I’m finally starting to get a solid hold on at least temporarily changing fat to muscle, and vice versa,” he explained. “Still hard to move mass from my torso to my arms and such, and forget about increasing my height by anything more than an inch, but…” Damien shrugged. He was still holding his arm around Josh’s torso, forgetting that Josh didn’t really need the giant to help him walk. Josh wasn’t about to interrupt him, though, as he rested his head on Damien’s shoulder. In a purely platonic way, of course.
“I mean, at least you’re getting better at it,” Josh comforted.
“Fair enough. Oh, by the way, Mr. Hunter wanted me to come to his room, today, to help me with a few animation techniques I’ve been struggling with,” he informed. “I’ll talk to you later!” Damien slipped away from Josh, splitting off to Mr. Hunter’s room. Josh let out a sigh as he headed off to Mrs. Max’s room instead. Speaking of, Mrs. Max came up next to him and nudged his arm.
“Since when were you two a thing?” she asked him.
“Ehrm, we… aren’t, Max,” Josh admitted.
“Oh, bullshit.”
“No bullshit,” he snickered. “We aren’t a thing, Missus.”
“Well why don’t you just ask him out already?” she whispered to him. Josh just rolled his eyes as a slight smile creeped up his lips.
“I did. He is not interested, ma’am,” Josh informed. His teacher seemed to walk in silent contemplation of the back of Damien’s head.
“… You sure, Josh? He seems to like you a lot, and it doesn’t really seem like it’s only as a friend.” Her words made Josh’s heart flutter with that little pesky bit of hope again as Mrs. Max questioned his certainty. He internally cursed it back down. Damien didn’t see Josh the same way Josh saw him, and that was that. Mrs. Max just didn’t understand.
“I told him I was gay,” he began to explain. “He basically responded with, ‘cool’. Then, when I asked him *his* sexuality, which was probably the most obvious hint I could have dropped, he just said, ‘straight for the most part’, and then said he’d be my wingman if I ever found a lucky guy.” Josh let out a dejected sigh as his shoulders slumped in remembrance.
“… Well. Don’t dismiss it entirely, kid,” Mrs. Max warned. “I’m just saying. Calling your future date a lucky guy makes it seem like he kind of wishes he *was* that guy, and the way he lets you lean on him like that…” She nudged him in the arm again. “He did say *mostly* straight. See you in class, Josh,” his teacher said with a smirk. She walked off, leaving Josh alone. He stood in the center of the empty hallway, pondering what Mrs. Max had said… and he let his heart flutter. Maybe… maybe there was still a chance… or maybe Mrs. Max was just crazy. Ugh. Who knew.
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The day had finally ended. Josh heard the bell ring, and saved all of his work before shutting down the computer. He packed up all of his things into his bag before walking out the classroom door. Waiting for Damien like he always did, Josh noticed the new kid walking by in the hallways. He waved him down from afar, and Ryan awkwardly shuffled up to him.
“So, how was your first day?”
“Uh, it was… weird. I still can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that all of this is *real*, you know?” he explained.
“Not personally, since this has pretty much been my life since I was born, but I heard the stories about how jarring it is from Damien. Sorry you had to go through that,” Josh tried to console.
“Actually, it wasn’t all that bad. Like I said, it’s just weird and… it seems so *unreal…*” Ryan looked around for a second, seeing other students with animal ears, inhuman heads, orc tusks and every other “unnatural” feature of the magical kids passing by in the hall before the kid directed his focus back to Josh. “Like, you’re *actually* a slime, and that kid’s *actually* a werewolf-”
“Well, calling him a *were*wolf implies he can turn back…” Josh corrected.
“He literally is nigh-invulnerable to everything but silvered weapons, he could probably kill everyone here if he wanted to, and apparently something happens to him every full moon, so…” Josh silently conceded the point to Ryan. Looking down the hallway, Damien was coming, too. Josh waved him down with Ryan’s help, and the big oaf happily lumbered over to them.
“Hey Josh. Hey Ryan. How you two doing?” he asked them.
“I’m doing good,” Josh informed.
“I’ve been worse,” Ryan answered as well.
“Oh, almost forgot. Hey, Ryan, what are *you*? Like, Josh is a Slime, I’m a shapeshifter…” Damien prompted.
“I’m… some kind of undead, they think. I was only discovered as, not human, after I tripped while doing parkour a month ago. I fell forehead-first onto a steel pipe from five stories up. Needless to say, I should have been dead, but…” Ryan pushed his long black hair away from the side of his face, revealing a bandage on his forehead soaked with blood, and stitches just barely visible on the outer edges of the gauze. Damien and Josh both grimaced a bit.
“Does it… hurt?” Josh asked. *Dumb question, Josh,* he scolded himself immediately. *Holy SHIT that was a dumb fucking question.*
“Not as much as you’d imagine a hole in your forehead would,” he patiently answered. “It just felt like a migraine spike when it happened, and only like a little bit of a headache, right now.” Okay, Josh was trying really hard to not be morbidly curious. “And no, you can’t poke it.” *Darn.* “Doctors say that I still heal like most people, even if I’m more durable, so it’s best *not* to disturb my literal cranium as it’s trying to heal,” he said with a chuckle.
“You two done talking? We’re gonna miss the friggin’ bus!” Damien warned. Josh looked at Ryan with a smirk that the kid returned before they both launched into a light jog, quickly catching up with Damien.
“So, how’s the whole seating thing gonna work out?” Ryan asked hesitantly. “I can just sit somewhere else if you guys like…”
“Nah, it’s fine,” Damien comforted. “Josh just needs to quit being a spiteful little goblin,” he teased.
“Hey! It’s *my* seat!” Josh playfully argued in turn. Damien sighed, an annoyed smile creeping up the side of his face as he shook his head. He sat down, and Josh happily sat in his lap. The slime was too preoccupied with the giddy feeling of sitting in Damien’s lap again to notice Ryan staring a bit.
“So… are you two, like, a *thing,* or…?” he hesitantly asked from the inside seat. Josh tensed.
“Uh- haha, no, nonono, we’re just friends!” he awkwardly replied.
“Yeah, *just friends*,” Damien confirmed embarrassedly. There was a pause for a handful of seconds. “Uh, anyways… I’m…” His mouth opened up into a yawn. “… gonna take a nap again.” Josh gulped. Was… was he gonna do the thing again, this time? God, he hoped so-… *not!* He hoped *not!*
Damn horny brain… Josh tried not to think about it. This was because it was *his* seat! And totally not because he wanted Damien to hold him! Totally! Josh spent a few seconds getting comfortable in the big man’s lap before pulling his phone out of his pocket to distract him. *Not a whole lot of new notifications… Snap and Insta are blank… Nothing new from Discord, and only a couple notifications on Youtube…*
Josh scrolled on his phone’s miscellaneous apps for a few minutes, trying to find something to preoccupy his time for the next few dozen minutes, but was swiftly running out of things to do. *Well crap.* There wasn’t much else he could-… His thoughts were interrupted as Damien’s meaty paws wrapped around his waist again. Josh’s heart fluttered, and he quickly darted his eyes over to Ryan. It looked like the zombie kid was dozing off, as well. Which just left Josh awake… alone in the back… in Damien’s cuddly grasp… Josh really had to try to stop himself from enjoying it.
He wasn’t particularly succeeding, however. Especially as Damien pulled Josh’s body closer to him, his gentle snores making Josh feel *far* too comfortable right now. *Don’t make it weird, Josh. Don’t make it weird, don’t make it weird, don’t make it-… Oh, gosh. He has a boner,* Josh realized. It was steadily hardening against his butt, and Josh could feel his face heating up.
It surprised him just how *big* it was. He could tell last time that it was big, but it felt like it just kept *growing* this time. Th-… the thing was almost the size of his forearm! Josh didn’t know what to do. Damien was asleep. He looked over at Ryan.
He was sound asleep, too. Josh could-… nobody would know… if he just… Josh mentally slapped himself in the face. Hell no! That was scuffed as hell! But… with how big it was still getting… *Rrrgh! Josh! No!* he continued to scold himself. Almost as if to counter his protests, however, Damien’s hips began to move.
“Mmmrhh… fhck… Jhsh…” he muttered in his sleep. *Josh, no, Josh, no, Josh, no, Josh-…* Interrupting his thoughts, he felt a small bit of liquid dribble against his butt. Josh bit his lip as his eyebrows tensed. *I mean… if he keeps getting bigger… then he’s probably gonna keep leaking like this unless someone deals with this… right?*
Really, he was doing Damien a favor here! Totally! He hesitantly formed a handful of tendrils. *Oh, what am I doing right now?* Josh fearfully wondered to himself. Carefully, the small tendrils discreetly began tugging on Damien’s pants, pulling them down. *Holy crap…*
Josh stared in awe at the monster that came out. Screw his *forearm,* that thing was the size of his *calf!* *Oh, my Gosh…* Any semblance of decency was gone, as Josh saw the massive appendage. He began anxiously preparing to put Damien’s massive dick inside of him. He scouted all the nearby seats. Nobody was paying attention.
A fearfully excited smile crept across Josh’s face as he slid the huge cock into his ass, eagerly pressing it against his prostate- or, the part of his body *acting* as a prostate. He did his best to mute his moans, sealing his mouth shut as he slowly took the eighteen-inch monster inside of him. *I hope you’re enjoying the quirks of being a shapeshifter, Damien, because I certainly am…* Josh suddenly felt Damien’s arms tighten around his waist, and the shapeshifter’s hips began to move, lightly thrusting up into him.
“Mm! Mmph! Mmmr!” Josh moaned to himself, keeping his mouth sealed shut. *Oh, my Gosh… this feels so good…* Damien’s cock gently rubbed against his prostate, his delicious precum leaking into Josh’s insides by the pint. *So much…* His slimy insides eagerly absorbed and consumed the salty liquid as Damien unconsciously ravaged his tight hole while laboriously breathing on his neck. *F-… fahck…*
Josh felt a strange feeling welling up in his waist. God, it felt so *good!* He couldn’t stop his own hips from eagerly bouncing up and down on Damien’s girthy cock as the feeling grew and grew, making his eyes roll backwards until the sensation reached an ecstasy-inducing crescendo. His mind went blank, and Damien squeezed tightly as his cum flooded into Josh’s belly. As Damien came, Josh felt slime ejecting from his body through his dick, bliss blasting through his entire body as he feasted on Damien’s sticky semen. *Oh, fuck, yesssss!* His legs spasmed as the giant filled him with warm, sticky goo. Slowly, even as his body felt like it had gone numb with pleasure, Josh’s senses returned to him, and he looked down at the seat in front of him. Holy shit… he just came. Josh didn’t even know he *could* cum! He giddily rode the wave of pleasure as it slowly rode back down. *That… was amazing… and also scuffed.* However, it, uh, it looked like it worked! Damien’s cock slowly returned to its normal length, and went flaccid. Josh quickly reformed the tentacles and put everything with Damien’s pants back to how it was. He didn’t want Damien to-
“Uhm, Josh?”
Josh froze in place.
“… Y-… yeah?”
“… Were you… messing with my pants zipper?” Damien asked.
“Er, no? Why are you asking?” Josh lied. Damien awkwardly sat back, letting go of Josh’s waist.
“Uh, no reason. No reason at all.” A flash of confusion struck across his face as he looked at the seat in front. “Wait, what is-…” Red flushed into Damien’s face as he saw the orange splooge on the chair opposite them.
*… Crap.*
The awkward silence was borderline palpable.
“Uhm-”
“Look, I’m really sorry, I know, that was screwed up, but, but you were having some weird kind of shapeshifter problem, and I didn’t know what to do, so, so I just…” Josh couldn’t bring himself to even finish the shameful sentence. *So you just, what? Violated him while he was asleep??? You dirty-*
“Oh, so it was just to, ah, to help out?” He asked awkwardly.
“Yeah! Yeah, it was just-… yeah,” Josh replied anxiously.
“O-… okay then…” Damien went dead silent again. *This is going to be a really awkward drive home,* Josh realized. What the hell should he do??? Josh formed “eyes” in the back of his head to see what Damien was doing as he swiftly cleaned up the slimy mess he created. Damien seemed to be awkwardly darting his eyes from Josh, to Ryan, to his lap, to just about everywhere. He swallowed a lump that must’ve formed in his throat.
“Uhm… I, uh… think it might be happening again…” he warned. *What? What did he mean by-… oh.* Josh realized what Damien was talking about. *It’s already getting way bigger again…*
“I- I can move, if you’d like-”
“No! I-… I mean, it’s not, something I can really, deal with, on my own… not, um, discreetly, at least…”
“S-… so, you’re saying, you- you, want my… my help, again?” Josh asked anxiously. He turned to look at Damien. The giant hesitantly nodded his head.
“If it’s… not *too* awkward of an ask…” he answered with almost no confidence. Josh softly nibbled at his bottom lip. Was-… was Mrs. Max right? He would have *sworn* that Damien wasn’t interested. Hell, he would’ve betted his life on it.
But… the giant was quite literally asking Josh to satisfy his thick… throbbing… *Fuck it.* He could ponder that question later. For now, though… he was *not* wasting this chance. Josh grinded his ass against Damien’s growing erection, his grunts only heard by Josh as the shapeshifter sealed his mouth shut to avoid anyone else overhearing him. Josh followed suit, melting his lips closed as he directed Damien’s cock back into his quivering butt.
Slowly, the pulsing head of his best friend’s monster cock pressed into him again, making Josh’s entire body vibrate with his silenced moans. Damien’s hands grabbed onto his hips with a sudden firmness as he pressed into Josh’s ass. The giant shapeshifter forced the slime all of the way down to his base, making Josh’s knees buckle violently as he came all over the bus seat again, his orange goo dripping onto the floor as his prostate got devastated in one thrust. Josh’s back arched violently, and his hips slammed backwards on their own. The two settled after Damien’s first thrust, staring into each other’s eyes for a handful of seconds. Damien slowly pushed Josh up, and pulled him back down, settling into a rhythm as his massive dick gently stretched out the slime’s femboy ass. God, what if someone saw them?
*Better make it quick then,* the cum-hungry part of Josh’s brain supplied. He wanted to feel another one of Damien’s loads inside him. His best friend’s thick, viscous cum flooding his guts again… Just the thought got his hips moving, riding Damien’s thick shaft as it gently bulged his stomach. *Oh, holy shit…* He stared at his belly, entranced as the head of Damien’s monster hit Josh’s tummy every time he slid down on the shapeshifter’s girth.
He felt another moan shiver through his entire body as Damien pulled him close, his labored breath striking against Josh’s shoulder as the giant thrusted up into him. He grabbed ahold of the seat as Damien grappled his midsection, taking control and *fucking his brains out!!!* The giant slammed into his ass remorselessly, making Josh shoot yellow slime cum out of his dick for the third time as his ass was milked dry by Damien’s huge fucking meatstick. He looked down as his stomach was displaced over and over again at an insane pace. The view of the shapeshifter’s full cock inside of him as his own, smaller dick flailed about uselessly with each thrust drove him crazy.
*This is really happening! Damien’s turning me into his personal fuhcktoy!* His head whipped backwards in bliss, landing on Damien’s shoulder as the giant claimed Josh’s ass for his own. As he fucked Josh’s tight hole with enough force to put the slime in a friggin’ coma, Damien forcefully grabbed Josh by the chin, and dragged him into a kiss. The slime didn’t even have time to react as Damien’s tongue shoved its way through the thin membrane that Josh had created to silence his moans. His tongue interlocked with Damien’s as his friend’s gigantic shaft throbbed and pulsed inside of the slimey highshooler’s belly.
Damien slammed the femboy’s ass right up against his hips as the shapeshifter’s cock fired a syrupy, hot load inside of Josh. He could feel his belly expand slightly as the sheer volume of cum proved to be more than his stomach could handle. Josh probably could’ve absorbed it as fast as it came, but his brain was so off-track at that moment that he let it sit, its warmth comfortably resting in his tummy. Damien held his lips to Josh’s, the giant’s facial hair tickling a little as his tongue danced around the femboy’s own. Josh completely lost himself in the moment, letting Damien use him as hungrily as he pleased.
With his lips unsealed, Josh couldn’t help but moan, although he was fortunately muffled by Damien’s passionate kiss. He could’ve *sworn* that Damien was making his tongue longer as the two of them made out in the back of the bus. God, Josh didn’t want this to stop. This was his fantasy every single night since he’d met Damien. His thick arms wrapping around Josh, his giant dick stretching Josh out, his warm, viscous cum resting inside Josh’s ass and his radiating, protective warmth right up against Josh’s body. The shapeshifter pulled back, taking a long, heavy gasp of oxygen as he stared into Josh’s eyes. Josh gazed back into his contently satisfied expression, resting against Damien’s shoulder as the goliath’s massive arms hugged him tightly. Josh slowly absorbed his stomach’s contents, savoring every ounce of the erotic goo.
“… So… I take it you’re interested in me?” Josh said teasingly, trying to mask the desperate, gnawing sense of hope making his pseudoheart pound like crazy.
“Wh-… Josh… I’ve *been* interested. Ever since eleventh grade!” he nearly shouted with a smile.
“B-… but you said-… okay hold on,” Josh demanded. “I came out to you six months ago, right?” Damien nodded his head. “I asked you what your sexuality was then and there, and you said, ‘straight’.”
“No, I said *mostly* straight! I thought you might’ve been coming onto me, so I tried dropping the most obvious hint that I could!”
“OBVIOUS?” Josh shouted. Faces turned to look back at them. He quickly summoned his clothed appearance out of his moldable slime before anyone noticed, and ducked his head a little in embarrassment. Surprisingly enough, Ryan wasn’t awake yet. Eventually, the wandering eyes turned back away, and Josh looked back to Damien. “Damien, I’ve gone the past six months thinking I had no chance with you!” The giant awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
“I-… erm…” Josh rolled his eyes. But, looking at the big lug ashamedly stare at the ground… he really couldn’t stay mad. He huffed indignantly.
“*You* are going to make it up to me by-…” Josh was interrupted by Ryan slowly groaning.
*Wait, Damien’s dick is still in my-!*
Never before had Josh summoned so many tentacles at once nor moved them with such precision and dexterity as he did in that moment. In a fifth of a second, Damien’s dick was put away, his pants zipped up, and Josh and Damien’s leaky messes all cleaned and absorbed. He slightly regretted that he couldn’t savor Damien’s viscous cum again, but it was a comparatively small price to pay.
“Uh- heh, hey, Ryan! You, uh, get a good nap in?” Josh asked hesitantly. The undead slowly gathered his bearings.
“Nnmr. Yeah. You know if we’re almost home yet?” he asked tiredly.
“Eh, yup, we’ve already dropped off a handful of kids at this point, so we should all be home soon.” Speaking of… The bus stopped, sitting just outside of Damien’s house. Josh stood up in the hallway… and an idea came to him. He decided that this was his stop, too.
“See ya, Ryan!” he called.
“Yep. See ya,” Ryan called back. Damien looked slightly confused as he walked down the bus with Josh.
“Erh, I didn’t tell my parents I’d be having you over. They’re not home right now, but-”
“Good,” Josh interrupted. “As I was saying before I was interrupted by Ryan. That hint was so hard to decipher that I was playing that moment back in my head for six months and still thought you weren’t interested. So.” He poked the center of Damien’s chest with his finger. “*You* are going to make it up to me… by making up for lost time.” Damien quickly grew red in the face. “Understand?”
“O- Okay…” he quietly replied. Josh smiled.
“Good. Now…” His hand slithered its way into Damien’s boxers. “Let’s get inside… and get started.”
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Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ycrcys/mutated_mm_femboy_dubcon_public
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