The gray room was bathed in a pale light from some invisible source. Larry focused on his breathing and tried to relax. His determination was fading. He had made his decision almost on the spur of the moment. Declaring 'love' for the entity seated across from him seemed now to be a foolish gesture. Whatever Izzy was, maybe she was incapable of what he thought of as 'love' or 'caring'. That doubt was what had driven him to this. He thought he had sensed affection from her during their previous experiences together, but maybe that was just his own interpretation. He felt a sudden need to speak up, to tell Izzy not to bother. Larry wasn't sure if he could really handle this.
Before he could call out, Izzy's glowing green eyes slowly closed. Her body seemed to shudder, as if she was cold. "Prepare yourself," she whispered, and then she just....fell apart. Her human-shaped body cracked and broke into pieces, while at the same time what looked like a river of black lava erupted up and out of her crumbling form. Within moments, there was a giant shambling and seething mass of black flesh in front of him. It was larger than a kodiak bear.
He almost shut his eyes at the sight. There was nothing recognizable, nothing regular or symmetrical that his eyes could grab onto. Izzy's bulk began sprouting small fanged mouths all over its surface. The interiors of those mouths were lined with pale green flesh. Shining black claws and protuberances emerged and then were absorbed back into the huge mass of the thing. Saliva and secretions began dripping from the various mouths as they randomly opened and closed.
Larry gripped his knees as his heart raced. He told himself to stop being scared. This had to still be Izzy, in spite of its appearance. He may have doubts about her emotional attachment to him, but he also felt that she wouldn't hurt him. And he had asked for this, after all. The least he could do was face this incarnation of her without flinching.
As if to confirm his thoughts, two glowing green eyes opened in the middle of the black mass and peered at him. There seemed to be clear affection in that gaze. Just as he felt his breathing slow down, more eyes opened all over Izzy's surface. Soon there were a multitude of emerald eyes, all staring fixedly at Larry. Izzy's massive bulk slowly swelled and contracted as if she was breathing. He began to feel more like a tasty morsel begin sized up by a large predator.
"Um, Izzy?"
Two mouths gaped open on opposite sides of Izzy's huge form. Out of each emerged a pale green and whiplike tongue. The tongues arced around towards each side of his naked body. It took every bit of his self control not to cry out as they reached him. One slapped wetly into his right shoulder, and he felt its thick saliva drip down his bare arm. The other slathered itself along his left cheek and left a shining streak of lubricant. Both areas of his skin began to immediately tingle.
Larry kept sitting still, with crossed legs, as the two tongues began to lick him. One roved over his stomach and chest, carfully avoiding his groin. The other slid along his back and neck, moving down as far as his tailbone. The saliva made his skin tingle wherever it touched. This wasn't a sensual feeling, it was more intense. It was almost like the pins-and-needles that come when a limb wakes up after falling asleep. His breathing began to pick up again.
The tongues licked along his thighs, both of them still carefully avoiding his genitals. Then they traced along his calves and reached for his ankles. One tongue wound around each of his ankles and began to firmly pull. He allowed his legs to go with the pull as the tongues drew his ankles apart. Larry felt a little panic when they kept pulling, even when his legs reached the limit of his flexibility. He felt a sharp pain from the stretched tendons in his groin.
"Too much, Izzy!" he gasped. The tongues gave one final yank and then stopped. Larry had his hands behind him and pressing into the gray spongy floor as he faced this huge beastly thing. His legs were spread wide apart and almost felt like they were going to pull out of his sockets. Izzy's many green eyes stared down at him with no apparent emotion.
Another mouth opened up higher in Izzy's middle, and another long tongue arced down towards his splayed form. This one again roved all over him, spreading still more saliva over his skin while managing to avoid his nethers. Larry was not at all hard at this point. He was somewhat surprised that his manhood hadn't simply drawn up into him out of fear. The tongue licked through his hair and then slapped into his forehead, and Larry blinked to try to clear the liquid out of his eyes as it ran down his face. His skin now felt almost like it had been scrubbed raw.
The new tongue then reached down and began winding itself around his chest, just under his arms. It wound tight enough to be slmost painful, and then lifted him off the ground. The tongues at his ankles still kept up their tension. Larry hung in the air in front of Izzy, his legs spread painfully wide and his arms dangling at his sides. He hadn't even tried to use his hands to get her appendages off of him; he knew that such physical effort would be useless.
The array of emerald eyes stared at him for a long moment. Then the center of Izzy split horizontally, revealing a huge mouth a meter across. The edges of the mouth were lined with small conical teeth that dripped saliva. The interior of the mouth was lined with a spongy-looking flesh that was colored a whitish-green. The shambling body exhaled, and he felt a warm breath around him. There was an odd metallic tang to the air coming out of Izzy. And then he was drawn down and towards that waiting mouth. In spite of what he kept telling himself, Larry felt a pang of fear from some primitive part of his brain. The huge mouth gaped around his lower belly and crotch, almost as if Izzy was going to simply bite out the center of him. The huge mouth began to slowly close onto him. Larry looked up at the many stony green eyes that seemed to stare down pitilessly at him and knew true fear. Something must have gone wrong, some bit of programming that Izzy had somehow missed had gone wild. Now this more primitive avatar of hers was going to devour him.
A little protuberance pushed out of her, just above the huge mouth's upper lip. It looped towards him and split into five smaller tendrils at its end, then rapidly formed into a small human hand. The hand faced him with its palm out. Larry suddenly remembered one of the things Izzy had yelled in the throes of passion during their first coupling.
Hold my hand, Larry!
He brought up his right hand and pressed it to Izzy's hand, palm-to-palm. Their fingers laced together and she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. His panic ebbed; Izzy,
his
Izzy, was still in there and still in charge.
The giant mouth finished closing over his core. He felt her lips clamp down around his thighs and lower stomach. His upper body and lower legs were still left protruding, and the tongues on his ankles still mantained their tendon-creaking pull. Larry felt the gentle prickle along his stomach and back as her teeth pressed into his flesh. The teeth were not hard as he had expected, they felt more like firm rubber. They didn't do anything more than dimple his skin. He hung like that for a long moment. The prickling from the saliva on his skin was not waning; if anything, it was getting more intense. The tendons in his neck started to ache with the strain of keeping his head up.
Another tongue lashed around his left arm and wrist, then pulled his left hand firmly against Izzy's side. Her skin no longer felt like velvet; now it felt more like some kind of rubbery silicone.
A larger section high up on Izzy's flank rippled and bulged. A tubular construction pushed out of her skin and looped around towards his face. The tube's interior was the same pale green as the mouths, although it contained no teeth. The tube's insides looked as if it was lined with petal-like tongues. The appendage inched closer to his head slowly, almost hesitantly. It was clear this appendage was meant for his face, but for some reason it wasn't moving as fast as the tongues had.
Larry realized that, amid all of the sex he'd had with Izzy, she had carefully avoided covering his face. Indeed, the closest she'd come to smothering him was during their first encounter when she'd given him a cock-tongue kiss deep enough to make him nearly pass out. She must have known about his phobia about smothering, but now apparently she needed to encase his face. Izzy seemed to be asking his permission, however.
He took a deep breath and squeezed Izzy's hand. "Do it, babe."
The tube lunged forward like a striking lamprey eel and smacked into his face. He managed to close his eyes before contact and felt the outer edges of the tube seal around the edges of his face. It drew itself tight against his face, then began a wriggling and chewing motion as it started to engulf his head. The small tongues that made up its interior dragged across his cheeks and lips, then up across his forehead and down along his jawline. The tube managed to work its way up to the crown of his head and down to where his jaw met his throat. Then Larry felt small tendrils extrude out from the rim of the tube and worm their way further back along his head. They met and knotted themselves together at the rear of his skull, firmly attaching the tube of flesh to his face and head.
The tube drew tighter and pressed against his face, sealing his nostrils shut. His lips were left with just enough leeway for him to breathe. Larry kept telling himself he was not in danger, but he still felt a literally blind panic rising in him. He felt a slight vibration in the tube, as if something was slithering up along its inside and towards his face.
Something was. A large wet tongue bumped up against his lips and then unceremoniously shoved its way into his mouth. The appendage was a couple of centimeters in diameter, and its blunt tip roved and pressed all throughout his mouth. Larry felt the tongue's saliva bathe the inside of his mouth, which immediately started tingling as well. The saliva had a sour-sweet taste that he found somehow addictive, and he started sucking on the tongue and trying to get more of its nectar off of it. He could just barely draw a little bit of air in around the tongue squirming in his mouth. As he swallowed the saliva, he could feel the tissues of his throat begin to tingle.
