(Thanks to Sexy Laila 438 for the edit.)
Chapter One
"It dragged the struggling, gurgling woman to its deep, dark lair where it tasted her....and tasted her....and tasted her...."
It never considered the effects of prolonged, intimate contact.
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Summer, the previous year.
She gurgled in orgasm, eyes rolled back to the whites, flushed body bloating and undulating. Her rose pink pussy opened and closed like a valve. The fluid at her cleft rippled with cum flooding the protoplasm.
The plasm clouded every few seconds as her volcanic tits erupted white milk. The sight no longer shocked her. She saw nothing but red haze, her conscious mind lost in ecstasy.
Constant, unyielding orgasms were her existence. No sleep, no rest, no thought but overwhelming, unending pleasure.
The first few moments of her new life, after the blob dragged her into the tiny cave, were full of fear and panic; the near paralyzing anticipation of a horrifying death as her skin and muscle dissolved. But the minutes turned into hours, and the hours into days, and the days into weeks, and each moment was pure fucking.
The change had already begun when the blob's purely carnal interest became apparent. Her body was wide open with jelly and cum flowing in and out of it. Her boobs and belly ballooned, deflated, and morphed. Her pelvis crunched, her tits blew, and her body quivered and quaked. "Ohgodohgodohgod...." rolled through her brain in a continuous stream.
Occasionally gurgles bubbled from her throat, orgasmic balloons that drifted upwards to burst on the surface, noticed only by a few animals and one uninteresting diver.
As for the Blob, it too was in ecstasy. Never in its existence had it tasted such nectar. The fluids were ambrosial, addictive. It thanked the gods of protoplasm that it had the sense to taste, rather than eat, this morsel. The Blob resolved to continue this pleasure for however long it lasted, unaware that in its decision, it sealed its own fate.
Typically after savoring the victim, the Blob usually absorbed it in rather quick fashion. Prolonged contact was something it never anticipated. It was too drunk on Alice's fluids (and Alice, too obliterated by orgasm) to notice the changes taking place. How Alice's immune system, finally alerted to the foreign matter running roughshod through its mistress' body, unable to destroy, expel, or ignore it, decided "Fuck it!", and absorbed it, making it its own. How the Blob's own mutated DNA, once it became apparent its master wasn't going to eat its victim as usual, decided "Fuck it!" and spliced itself to Alice's blessedly voluptuous genes.
Months passed, the red haze cleared. The protoplasm-engulfed woman floated on her back. Her body quivered orgasmically but something felt different. The Blob gulped away and quivered ecstatically but something felt different. "I feel like I'm masturbating," it thought...and then it wondered why it thought that...and what was masturbation anyway?
She put her hands on her morphing boobs. White cream erupted between her fingers. "I taste good," she thought. "Why did I just think that?"
She peeked between her melons to her spread legs, at the ripples of cum gushing from her pussy. "So much tastier than men," the Blob thought. "Men?! I like men, they taste great. Why did I think that?! What is this blob doing to me?" she thought. "Why am I thinking this?" the Blob thought. "What is happening to me?" she thought.
"She?! She?! I am not she! I am! I savor and eat and savor and eat men!"
"But what is man?"
"A man is something to eat."
"But I like men, I fuck men."
"Men taste terrible, they squirt the wrong nectar."
"No they don't, men taste great."
"No they don't."
"Yes they do."
"No they don't....yes they do....no they don't....yes they do....yes they do....yes they do...."
"Who am I? I am me. Who is me? I am Alice. But Alice is food. I am not. Yes you are. I am not. You are too, food and pleasure. I am Alice and pleasure, I guess. You are...I am. You are...I am...I am..."
She lay on the mud floor. The cave, barely a cave but home for the moment, was dim. A soft green glow allowed her to see. The glow emanated from small worms and other creatures, creatures that shouldn't exist in nature, with far too many limbs in all the wrong places; such were the irresponsible actions of scientists and businessmen. A rusted chemical drum, leaking fluid with the same glow, bore testimony to the human folly.
Her body had settled down. She looked as before, no bloating, morphing, or squirting. She didn't wonder about the blob. It seemed stupid. "I am me," she thought. "I am not the Other. The Other is me."
She ran her hands across her body. Her body was soft, pliable, jelly. Her hands blended into her body as if dipped in warm pudding. Thick, jelly ripples spread in concentric circles from her flat belly. Her entire body swayed and wobbled as a bowl of jelly. She gurgled with humorous non-human laughter.
She did not marvel at her new nature. It was as if it had always been. Memories swirled through her head; of swimmers and bathers who tasted oh so good; of arguments with Mom and Sis; of the ecstatic taste of skin, muscle, and blood; of the taste of Roy's sweat, his seed in her mouth, his tongue on her clit.
A worm came near, she absorbed it with little thought, but a shudder raced through her body, more from memory than gustibus. "Roy...and Jane." She no longer thought of herself as Alice but she had Alice's memories....and her anger. "I think it's time to settle things," she thought. "Plus...I'm hungry." She flowed out of the cave, stood, and walked through the water towards the shore.
Two Days Later
The object of Alice's impending confrontation stood before a mirror admiring himself. Roy Wallace admired himself often. Self-admiration was Roy's second favorite pastime. The third was surfing. The first was fucking women.
Narcissism was built into Roy's psyche from childhood. A cute boy, an only child, showered with attention from babyhood, and a dodger of the bullet of acne, he was a man used to having it easy.
The aunts and dowagers who pinched his cheeks as a boy gave way to shrieking, fawning girls as a teen (plus a few boys closeted and uncloseted albeit he tended to discourage them). Roy had plenty to fawn about.
He was six foot one with a swimmer's body, sun-gilded light brown hair with a tendency to bleach in the sun, symmetrical face, long narrow nose, and light blue eyes; a pure Adonis. Everyone thought so; unfortunately so did Roy.
Roy's enormous ego was helped by his lengthy endowment. Roy looked at it grinning. Providence blessed him with a surfer boy's looks and a porn star's cock. He genuinely thought he should move to Hollywood to take advantage of his gift. "Or," he thought. "Let them receive the benefit of mine."
Roy had been planting that cock in pussy since his mid-teens. His litany of conquests included sophomores, juniors, and seniors, three teachers, a few divorcees, and scores of college coeds. He'd had to slow down in recent years, mainly because of Alice.
"Alice. Wonder what happened to her?" Roy hadn't thought of Alice in over a year, not after the big blow up. "She just dropped off the map."
He went to the bed to put on his clothes. Jane was away for a few days. "May as well get some while she's gone." Jane was so different from Alice, more jealous, more possessive.
Roy met Alice in college during a brief stint as a lifeguard. She was hot: those curves, those boobs, that ass, those toned abs, her almost cloying girl-next-door smile..."Unngh!" Roy groaned.
And she was great in bed too. She could suck like a vacuum cleaner. Roy's rod saluted her memory, or at least her mouth. She was extremely responsive. A few flicks of his tongue across her clit and she was a quivering ball of jelly. "Damn! She was good," he thought. "Best fuck I ever had." So why betray Alice for her less pretty, less curvy best friend?
"Cause I'm a dog," he answered. "A handsome, horny, fuck dog." He smiled, regretting nothing.
Roy had no apologies for that day. Jane was there, Alice wasn't, and Roy was up for it. Alice's curses washed over him like water on a surfboard. Sure he made excuses, "I thought this was an open relationship," and all that but, really, he didn't care.
Tears and curses from the opposite sex were no strangers to Roy. "I'm a grade A shit," he smiled. "Tucker Max has nothing on me. Plus I'm handsome and I've got a bigger cock."
Further, Alice, while great in bed, could be exasperatingly naive. "All that time together? She never found out about the others? Or what her 'BFF' really thought?"
Jane was poisonously jealous. "I have to figure how to dump her." Jane had personal flaws Alice lacked. Roy didn't exactly think she'd go stalker psycho if they broke up but still... "Better make sure to change the locks when it happens." Jane's new figure made the situation more problematic.
"Man, what a difference a year makes," Roy noted. He guessed Jane wanted to catch up with Alice somehow. She made a pretty good go at it: packing on some pounds to give herself noticeable hips; exercising to build muscle tone; tanning and spa treatments. The finished package didn't quite have Alice's curves, "But she's not a stick anymore."
Roy thought, "It's time to move on. She getting a little too weird." The Club had a hot redhead he'd been chatting up lately. "I think I've got her. I could bang her tonight." Knock! Knock! Knock! "Who?" Roy wasn't expecting visitors. Knock! Knock! Knock! He went to the door, shirtless, unworried.
The apartment building was secure, in a good neighborhood. Roy typically answered the door shirtless to impress the visitors. If the visitor was a woman, a few flashes of his pecs meant a possible future lay. "Maybe I should put on some body oil first."
Roy looked through the keyhole, "What the fuck?!" He threw the door open. The visitor was a woman, the last woman he ever expected to see. "Alice?!"
Chapter Two
Her hand was raised for another knock, a startled expression on her face. When the door opened, she put her hands behind her back, gazed slightly downward, batted her eyes, and gave him the shy, demure, girl-next-door smile he always found sexy, "Hi Roy."
Roy, for once in his narcissistic life, was honestly shocked. "A-A-Alice! (Holy Fuck! Did I just stutter?!)" The shock was not so much for her unexpected appearance as her demeanor.
