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The years went by. Giant trees shaded the world. Collapse had come in the form of flourishing megaflora and immeasurable pleasures. As there was now almost nothing but gel and plants, what remained of the world before the last quarter of 2020s was dwindling.

As the world entered the 2030s, efforts to conserve biological fauna were widespread. With anthrofolk, this meant cheap food, peace and protection. Yet Shane, for reasons unknown, now ventured outside.

Driving to his local mall, Shane knew he no longer had any business there. But Shane didn't shop for anything other than what delivery couldn't bring nowadays, at nights. No, even less than that. Shane was simply indoors, until...

The gels saw the strange creature, who entered the ruined, root-covered spectacle of ooze and laughter. A local mall, Martswell. Eight years it has deteriorated...like Shane.

The raccoon had gazes as he walked towards the juice bar, his clothes barely held his mass as the dozens of pounds of pizza, burgers and plenty of other delicacies had made him rotund and slightly bashful. He knew he used to be less hefty, joyous and proud of it. His robust frame was a byproduct of his isolation as he clung to his friends' virtual avatars for a semblance that things were going to be alright.

Shane grit his teeth as he saw the translucent creatures look at him, as he was wearing clothes, being solid, bones and skin.

The juice bar owner burst through the faucet into a sink as he returned to post, giddily until he was startled by the blast from the past. The raccoon shook, holding on to the counter. Panic was settling to him as above him emerged from one of the thick vines a gelsprig. It waved as it saw him staring at it.

Shane had a simple desire. To stop fearing. Be like his friends. Get it over with.

But he could not. The process, Choice...Was so scary to think about. The unknown.

Every place he knew was for gels. He had cut his touch to the outside world to his trusty computer and friends in VR games. Ordering from the new John Express foods, now dirt cheap, was how he had lived, financed with Anthrocare money that was given bi-monthly to individuals still willing to live in flesh and bone.

As he became less active, more hooked to his glasses to keep touch, he had heard the worst thing through one of his friends' microphones. The splats, sloshing, his friend had become a gel and was ecstatic over his abilities to shift and mingle, twist and transform to let the new form of his ooze pleasant delight throughout.

He remembered how he told his friends he had to log off as his heart started to race. Why? Why was he so scared? He'd still be himself after the change! Everyone was!

Just the same reason as many others. The fear of the unknown was debilitating.

The flavors were by color, under taps read the ongoing price per liter. The plant creatures made sure everything was almost free as Shane dropped to the table something impossibly coveted now.

The sealed bag of sugar was twenty teaspoons. It was worth fifty gallons of any juice. Such was the surplus as gels were becoming enormous with the aid of gelsprigs. But pure sugar was the key to turning a liter of orange juice into two liters of growth.

Shane looked until he could decide for one. The bluish juice, sweetened with violet flower syrup, was this grayish purple. The gelsprig's petals were enormous and juicy as she had turned the tiniest flower into giant vertical fields of violets growing along vines towards the skies.

"You like that one"? Asked the purple, long-eared gel as Shane was frightened. "H-h-huh?" He asked quietly as Bob smiled. "It's okay, big guy! Do you like violets? Samantha makes beautiful harvests in South Dakota. Could that be your choice?" Bob offered as Shane stood, unable to say or do anything.

Oh gods, the gels have surrounded him and they'll turn him into jelly. What should he do?! The gel was talking! Why was he here?!

"I'm...I'm..." Shane gripped the counter as gels around him had resumed their shopping, still offering glances towards the raccoon.

"Thirsty? I can just make you regular juice. How about you taste first what you could be!" Bob suggested as he materialized a third arm from his back to hook the hose to the tap, a fourth to spin and twist a glass to the front and pouring the juice with his left, regular arm, slurping all three back. "Whoops, not that one.." Bob muttered as his left arm resolidified to his side with a chuckle.

Shane was mesmerized. He had heard of how gels could morph beyond any limit but seeing it happen wasn't scary, it was...it was...

He took the glass as he sipped the juice, the taste of violets and sugar made a drink that could not compare. There was a warmth, a softness to being made of flower juice. It reminded him of...Oh how he just wished...

In VR, Shane's avatar reflected his current battle against weight and yet, the first time he became a Dragoo from Monpocket! -games awakened something. He was...sexy. Not in a way that could be defined by physical characteristics, just the warmth of thinking of being hugged by something as soft and warm had made him reluctant to be any other avatar as he made poses for himself in front of a virtual mirror. This very huggable presence had a name he used online, 'Chubi', as she was also using a voice modulator to sound more feminine aswell.

Eventually, the raccoon surrounded himself into comfort against the changing world to the idea of being so enormously big and fluffy as a raccoon that he could have someone special one day, enjoying the softness together. Even more than that, he felt like Chubi on his worst days of loneliness as he hooked to VR and relaxed, feeding from the oxytocin of hugging strangers.

Shane didn't know what to make of his thoughts as he froze with the glass of violet juice. Maybe he wanted to be solid, this color was just like hers, though.

Bob pondered his big new friend and his vacant gaze. "Good, am I right?" Bob offered to converse as Shane remained quiet, unsure how to continue. Yet, the raccoon became transfixed by something very alluring.

Just a gel, walking by, with whoever they seemed to be together with. But that was...They were a Chompergar, a creature from Monpocket!

It was dawning to Shane, why anthrofolk seemed so happy as gels. They could be themselves in shape, without...VR, avatars or technology!

And the rotund raccoon looked at the glass of violet flower juice, that deep, toned down lilac transparency, the taste and the aroma. Being made of something so refreshing was making Shane ponder. Was there any other flavor I could be?

There were so many, the color spectrum was laid out to him. From dark to bright, milky to devoid of color. He wondered if there was a slightly tinge version of...oh goodness.

There was a brittle, grayish lilac color of milk. "Wh-what is that one?" Shane asked as Bob's head turned six o' clock and back. "Oh, it's lavender milk! With veggie milk, since cows are...Uhm, jellified. Also I think dairy milk gels are already struggling to grow larger so, that too." Bob offered.

Bob poured for Shane once more as his raccoon tail wagged in excitement through barely fitting jeans. He dipped his muzzle in, to drink into the sweetest delicacy, sugary milk with a herbal freshness that elevated the combination to something completely different. The taste was a beautiful balance of elegant and sweet, with the almond milk giving it this very trendy side too.

"Perfect, it's perf-" Shane said as his muzzle went numb.

"Bob, there's..." Shane tried to say as Bob yelped. "Someone's messed into it!" He distressingly said as he frowned. "You can't pick another. Once it starts, there's..." Bob's words disappeared as did Shane's head, with it also disappeared Shane's control over his body as he tumbled backwards.

On the floor, The raccoon melted as fear gripped Shane. He wanted to hyperventilate but he didn't know where his lungs were. He wanted to run but he had no legs. The gel was just replacing him to himself, as he writhed as a puddle and then a round dollop, his ears only heard humming and sloshes, his eyes saw nowhere, only visions of lilac white milk appeared at times.

Bob's conscience was ravaged by taking an anthro to a gel he hadn't picked, so rare was anthrofolk now! He oozed on the counter, grabbed the hose and plugged it to the lavender milk container hastily and put to the grasping pile of gel an extra thirty gallons for compensation. "I-I'm so sorry! H-have some extra from me!" Yelled Bob to the pile of ooze on the ground, unaware Shane barely registered himself.

Bob opened the hose as the lavender milk burst on the gel and solidified into the arching stream as Shane glowed in bright lilac to the sensation. Not knowing why he wanted to cum suddenly, the jolt of pleasure from growth pushed Shane to uncontrollably burst into hundreds of oozing, loose tendrils that clung to every wall, pinning bystanders and other unfortunates to the panic attack of Shane as the former raccoon's head multiplied to thirty mouths, gasping in distress.

"W-who why what's my eyes! Everywhere!" Shane struggled as Bob stretched from under and through the lavender milk gel to yell. "It's like swimming! Stay afloat!" He yelped.

Shane wanted to cry, seeing himself spiky and everywhere as many heads oozing from drooping spikes. "I'm not a dragoo! I'm just a weird sea urchin!" He yelled in unison from the melting heads.

"Be a dragoo then, think of...whatever that is!" Yelped Bob as the living lavender milk was actually a pretty pleasant feeling to be coated by as Bob melted back under the stain against the wall. Strangely warm it felt.

***Shane***

Ohh no, I messed it up I'm gonna be on the news get evicted look at this new me I'm just too many heads. Too many!!!

What did that weird purple guy say? Think? I-I can't think! I'm supposed to be OKAY my body is made of milk?!

Okay uh, let me just...I think I'm coming down. What am I? I'm...oh no I'm a monster now! NO!!!

I saw myself being many stretched spikes that were melting. I'd made many holes to walls and the ceiling. Ohhhh nooo, okay. Focus! I'm Shane! I'm still thinking!

I'm feeling things against the walls, wait why am I still spikes from a ball? Maybe I am a monster!

I just thought of myself as I found ways to pull back. Weird, I I just had dozens of...what felt like tongues that I just knew to pull. I wasn't panicking anymore. I don't know why I can't be afraid of myself. I'm a monster, right? But...I'm still me. I am me.

I pushed a similar kind of...muscle from my side as it...Like where I wanted was muscle, basically!

Okay, so if I wanna be my avatar, I know what it looks like but, how do I get there. I mean it had a tail, like this, a slim upper body like this, a neck like...Wait a second, I'm doing it! I'm shapeshifting! Why is this so easy? Why can I do this so easily?!

***

The lavender milk gel oozed to stand on tepid tiny feet supporting a gentle mass that was decorated by a curled tail. A tall neck held a head with a round snout and two tentacles pointing back. Shane finished with featureless paws that were just pointy and had opposable thumbs but no fingers necessarily, like mittens.

Shane looked around, seeing holes in concrete, gels dropping to the floor from the whack, some grumbled like it was a regular occurrence to them while some simply chuckled, some even disappointed the weird experience was over. He hadn't actually hurt anyone, which seemed impossible.

"I almost killed some guys..." Shane pondered. Bob laughed as he twisted behind the counter once more. "Silica can not die, Shane!" He said as Shane pondered the words, they resonated.

Shane looked at his hands, legs, easily pushed his arm through his belly and pulled it out as it was. Whatever shape he was, was just gel holding a shape. Nothing solid, but neither nothing transparent like many around him.

The simple thought of seeing his tail up close was causing his neck to elongate backwards as he turned his head around completely. "Wow..." Shane pondered.

***

Standing as the dragoo, Shane was nine feet, his neck bent down to see himself proper in the bathroom mirror. "Perfect..." Muttered Shane, his eyes were closer to outlines than actual, round dents.

His handy mittens would separate to fingers if he wished, as would his tail uncoil. He was very satisfied with how he looked...though...

Maybe he could resonate with something original. Something akin to a dragoo's design but slightly off. He had always wanted to make himself a model but didn't know how. Something that was like his hair, with a different tail.

His hair tentacles became shorter into three strands of "hair", of which the largest one also were like ears as his tail uncoiled and became blunt-tipped, his feet became three big toes on long shins, his body shape remained as the round, joyous gel, chubby, giggling how he could shift his presence to many parts of himself as he visited the hazy lavender milk core of his teardrop shape, amazed how inside he saw gentle swirls of his goo.

As he was exiting he heard shouting as he pushed the door open and felt his body jiggle as the gel running with the pack of sugar didn't make it to the toilet where he could exit to the sewers. No, he simply disappeared into Shane's lavender milk as the 4 foot tall gel became confused. Shane's belly had someone inside it. Chubi was...Something in him was hugging her so.

"Hh-AH!" Shane surprisingly gasped as he felt the smaller gel squirm in him.

"Let me out!" was the last bit of air that became bubbles trapped into Shane's gel as he held his belly and felt his form stretch to the squirms of the smaller gel inside.

Bob ran on all fours with mall cops to see Shane on his knees holding inside him the tiny thing that ran with Bob's cash of sugar. The small gel struggled to breach Shane's surprisingly tangible body. Something in Shane wanted to only hug and envelop, these desires becoming a reality like so was catharsis. Shane emitted strange, green pulses of light, unlike anything seen before.

"How...How are you doing that? Keeping him in so well? What are those lights you're doing?" Bob asked as Shane slammed his tail against the bathroom tiles, cracking some of them.

"Hhaah... It's so sweet! I can taste the juice! I just wanna coat and lick!" Shane said, regretting instantly his words. "S-sorry, weird..." He mumbled as the cherry cola gel managed out through the loosening viscosity, the pack of sugar somewhere still in Shane. The gel looked at the positive of making it out of the blissfully warm and relaxing gel.

Outside, the four foot tall gel thief shivered as suddenly it was colder than inside Shane, as the thief also noticed himself standing full mast with an already glowing member, stiff from whatever had happened in the lavender milk gel.

"C-crazy lady! I'm outta here!" Yelped the cherry gel as it jumped into the nearest toilet and sloshed through and away.

Shane was bursting with glow as he had heard those words. "L-lady?" He pondered as the pack of sugar fell out of him in front of Bob's wide-eyed gaze. Suddenly, Shane felt like someone strange.

"Y-yeah. Gels don't have genders, or can have them all, up to you." Bob explained as Shane looked into the distance.

***

Shane walked home after the brief heroic moment he had. He had parked his car elsewhere once he figured out how to drive so big. He felt like he had endless stamina now and the distance he had driven was pointless for a car.

His big proportions commanded a swishing tail as he had gotten used to walking with the stubby legs that left gentle pawprints to the dirt road. He couldn't wait to hook himself to VR and tell his experiences with the thief. Being Shane like this was feeling strange. This cute plump dragon was a he? He could choose otherwise now, surely!

He heard talking from somewhere, in the middle of the wooded forest path. It was coming from up there as he saw two big macros conversing while carrying big sacks of produce, on wings which created gusts that gently shook the trees. He looked towards the dirt road and the clouds, feeling a strange itch on his back.

As he continued walking he stretched to scratch his back, finding something there. Curious, he twisted his head to look. He had little cupid wings. He hadn't made those...

The more he walked the more he tried the feeling of the new little appendages that became bigger with each flutter. He felt weird, knowing his subconscious was making himself things he didn't know to want. As the nimble limbs brushed against his back, Shane had to stop because of how it felt.

He continued scrubbing his back with the bendy wings as he leaned against a tree to support himself. The delicate thin "feathers" were so gentle and sensitive when he brushed them against himself. They were so fluffy, making him warmer.

Sighing, Shane realized the wings to have grown enormous along with the long, prehensile feathers. Experimentally he opened the limbs as he felt a sense of weightless power coursing to them. With a "gentle" as in gentle to his strength, he flapped, causing his round gooey body to hop three feet up.

Shane yelped as he tucked the big wings tightly behind him. He had more than enough force in them to flap himself high. The gust he had made still resonated on the distant leaves of the nearby forest.

Unbeknownst to him, the wings became a pair of thick wingarms as they were tucked, mimicking the mittens Shane had. He had a strange hunch, like something he had been barricading was struggling through the odd shifts on his body.

Continuing the walk, he felt the flexible feathers caress his rump as Shane tripped and fell face first to dirt, letting the wings continue. "What's wrong with me..." Shane mouthed femininely as the thin feather fingers stretched and poked for Shane for more shifts. As he relaxed, he felt the indecisive self of his subside to the one he wished to be, as Chubi, Shane's online name, pressed on to give Shane what he wished from being a gel.

Desires, hidden, pent up wishes, made true by the outgoing personality he manifested through VR, now overtook him as Chubi continued her work.

The wings delved deep into a fresh vaginal opening as her tail formed the raccoon's moaning face. The dragoo's feminine gaze smiled gently as she looked at how her creator was being pleased so through the shapeshifting shenanigans.

Chubi brought her tail with the flexible feathers to coil around the eager male length that was forming above the snatch. The raccoon's gently gasping muzzle drifted along the underside of the tail to meet the limbs penetrating the gel as Shane simply became a payload of syrup, waiting for release.

With a final tug and shove, Chubi unloaded her lavender creams to the dirt, symbolically shedding Shane and with him, her shame.

Shane, reliant on becoming her new identity, pulled his wings out to spread them far apart. Sampling the final globs of glowing gunk she was secreting from her robustly girthy cock, she flashed lilac to the taste of her syrup's sweet aroma, like nectar it was.

She stared at the melting pile of lavender milk syrup on the ground. In it remained the fears she had had. Proud and round, Chubi flapped once, twice and three times to gently lift herself above the trees to join the horizon and the beautiful skies above. Like a second pair of arms, strong and fluffy, the wings were carrying her home reliantly.

***

Landing with considered flaps and a slight tumble into the motel pool, the place was empty and as traditional as motels are, none but him and two other weirdos lived here. He had little need to pay for his residence now, a cup of sugar if even that.

Shane, or Chubi, however he or she wished to identify, dug her belly for the clothes he had carried with him along with many comforts he found for cheap at Martswell like a bean bag chair he easily transported in her mass.

The strange thought of being saddled so she could carry even more caused her body to lean towards a feral shift in stance, Chubi didn't continue as she still had to manipulate many things with her arms that on the way home had multiplied by two to four limbs manipulating many things.

Stepping indoors, the feeling of the whole-floor carpet made her upset. Each step was clingy, pulling and itchy. Chubi stretched her arms towards an empty corner to make sure it was okay to roll, his first project was making enough arms for herself to lift furniture and other things as she continued her work to gently reveal the wooden floor.

She was astonished of how well managing a surprising six pair of arms was, all were her wings' feather-like shapes morphing into multifingered protrusions lifting things gently as she stretched and split one to the kitchen to fetch a trash bag and depositing it full of empty pizza boxes and other garbage Shane had depressingly left laying around.

It took her only two minutes to roll the carpet next to the wall and clean her house, as she withdrew the six wing tentacles for her to see anything else she wanted to clean. Satisfied, her back limbs returned into ordinary feathers, waiting for the next trip.

Chubi lounged on the faux leather couch, slightly stretching thinner to fully fit as she stared at the ceiling with a smile. Between her legs she toyed around, morphing genitalia she'd never dreamt of having as her tail coiled under the sofa in pleasure, Chubi bit her paws as she'd made a big tentacle she was pushing inside her entry.

"I'm such a silly freak." Shane promptly thought as he continued giving himself autopenetration.

Chubi gripped the leather sofa as she felt the eventual release of her new imaginary tentacle dick ready for a big shot inside her. She closed her little mouth to moans as syrup coursed into her folds with great jets. She was lifting the whole sofa with her kicking tail tip that had curled around one of the legs of the piece of furniture.

With rapid breaths she tried to comprehend the full service she had given herself, being both binary partners at once. Maybe shapeshifters self-fucked all the time alone. Chubi wondered the thin tentacle that laid limply like a tongue on her belly, partially oozing through. She stretched her neck to fully gulp it down and continued with the fun organ, feeling the genital widen and grow deeper into her. Before she knew it, she was climaxing again.

***

Before the scheduled meetup in VR, Chubi was treating herself to a flight around the county as she saw the world she had tried to avoid. She landed gently to the giant leaf of one of the massive trees she had seen on her first flight.

In bubbles blown big with gel to domiciles remained gels contently living. Inside one was a clear orgy which Chubi watched interestingly. In a shifting triple colored bubble of liquid churned gooey eggs into pulsating blobs that were swept along with the faceless torrents of gel squirming against each other mindlessly. Even though by now Chubi knew they were just playing, the act seemed violent almost as the three competed who could turn their friends into a pile of goo and eggs first.

Chubi pulled out from her belly her phone as it was ringing. Oh no, it's her aunt.

Chubi tried to remember his voice, Shane had struggles to remember how he'd made his cords resonate like he had.

"Finch wobbled past bushes by the creek, finch wobbled past bushes by the creek, finch wobbled past bushes by the..." Shane adjusted, sounding good enough.

"Hi, Mar." Shane replied.

"Shades, how's it going?! Are you happy with the new apartment?" Marjorie asked.

"Uh, kinda. The carpet's kinda awful but otherwise yeah, plenty room." Shane said.

"Are you sick? You don't sound like yourself..." Marjorie thought.

"A bit. Uhh, I think when I get better we should meet. I've been through a lot of things." Shane said.

"Alright then, watch out for gels when you come over then!" Mar said as Shane was left speechless.

"...Kay." Shane said and the call ended.

Shane was confused, but by the second his vocal cords shifted towards a higher pitch as Chubi let out a long sigh.

She didn't want to go back to being himself. She liked being her avatar and outside the glasses Shane had been miserable due to it. So why was she pretending to be him? Chubi seemed conflicted.

Plopping his phone back into her belly, she continued to wonder the gently moving tree. The big leaf led to a narrow path that a lot of gels walked into on four legs.

Better time than ever, Chubi elongated her shins into digitigrade legs as her mitten hands became beany paws of four digits, round and still nimble. Her feral form was just that, a couple shifts that enabled her to not compromise her VR sona she loved. If she needed to handle anything, her wings split to six prehensile feathers, ready for further manipulation as she stepped inside.

The canopy was a hollow hall with entrances to bubbles, some sealed shut with a cork-like design that had an internally opened latch. No-one wanted uninvited guests but were fine being seen doing plenty to make syrup. At the hall center lazily slept a dragon made of different plant parts, connected to the tree.

"E-excuse me, can you tell me about this tree?" Chubi asked from the dragon as the gelsprig pondered the newcomer.

"It's just me. Do you want some apricots?" The gelsprig asked as Chubi watched his tail quickly become rigid bark twigs wrapped in leaves and flowers that ballooned into fruits.

Chubi took one. Biting it, it was almost like a water balloon of juice.

"There's almost no pulp..." Chubi said as the gelsprig huffed a chuckle. "I produce homes and juice, maintain a community. Next tuesday is bingo, the winner gets a custom tree weaved by me!" He said as a miniature of the round, living tree bubble melted from a leaf into liquid plant cells.

Chubi was amazed by the idea of a living tree keeping a community. "You're like a mayor?" I asked. The gelsprig shook their head. "I'm just me, gels come and go like I do. This tree isn't even my own, I'm made of the same cells so I took over, I'm making it nicer for others. The soil is getting a bit dried up so I can't do much. I wanted to split the tree into two canopies at least but...it's hard. We're trying to connect more trees to each other so we can have large tree cities but...It's just a thought here. We're too remote from where most 'sprigs weave." the gelsprig dreamt.

"So...you're like making this tree alive?" Chubi asked as the gelsprig seemed bothered. "Did you make the Choice yesterday?" they pondered as Chubi was reluctant to admit. "I think I'm gonna continue, I just saw this tree." Chubi said, trying to quickly slip away from the souring conversation, she didn't have the reasons to stay any longer.

There was a semblance of a thought that being so used to being able to leave conversations like she'd done in VR wasn't making her a good conversationalist.

Stepping outside to the overgrown leaf, she looked around, being this high seemed a bit scary but her wings never failed her as she made a gentle flap, forgetting she was still shaped on four legs as she naturally flew forward. There was someone she definitely wanted to ease into her new self, before lying about it any further. Lying felt worse than ever before.

***Chubi***

Landing to the front of the slightly older row of houses I did as usual and called aunt before she'd open the door.

My shins shortened as I stood up, fetching my phone from my belly with one of my mittens as the other split to four dexterous fingers to choose Marjorie's contact. She picked up quite quickly.

"Hi Shane!"

"Mar, I'm outside. Can you let me in?" I asked.

"Wait, who is this? Where did you find his phone?" aunt asked.

My voice! I forgot!

"I just...I don't want to lie to you." I said as the drapes shifted behind the kitchen window.

"Oh...oh my gods! Shane, what did you...do?!" Aunt asked.

"I just wanted to stop fearing. My friends became ones, one by one until I was the only anthro!" I explained.

"Shane...I think you need to let me some time to think, it's...best you leave." Aunt said.

"B-but Mar, it's me!" I said, my voice morphing deeper a bit.

"Be as it may, I...I need time, Shane." Aunt said and ended the call.

I watched the home screen of my phone and the old house. Around us remained black windows, empty yards, cars with empty tires, full mailboxes and empty trash cans. A tiny, blue figure flew towards me as I stood, a kobold-sized winged little dragon gel with a little satchel and a hat put in a letter. "Some simply can't move on, bro." Said the courier to me before flying forward.

Fetching the mail from the box, I looked at the letter, not opening it. The bank, or the organization representing banking firms in their stead, had sent it. I very gently let myself into the sealed envelope from between the unsealed edge, as an inch thick spaghetti so I could read the first sentence.

"We are pleased to inform you that your mortgage is no longer requiring scheduled payments. Be sure to..." It began.

I quickly put the unopened letter in and flew away, the gust of wind almost toppling the mailbox behind me.

***

Flying home, I felt conflicted, trying to entertain my dark thoughts about how my aunt was still living, how I was still living, proved harder. I remember how I thought before and after my Choice. I know I was cynical and I had no reason to feel this optimistic. Was this the gel's fault? Just feeling like things were going well? I couldn't tell. Maybe it was the giant swaying trees that were lit by gels like fireflies when it came dark. The world was colorful and full of miracles.

Below me was another scene I was glad to fly by. There was a weird gel taking a bath in a pond and huffing smoke while jerking off, the smoke it let out crawled over the surface and became more gel as the creature was gaining mass and letting out deep moans and bright flames from its mouth. Phlogels were scary, that one seemed to be greenish but the fire raging inside it was making it orange. A lot of vandals were those creatures, instead of sugar they desired hydrocarbons and water.

A flap or two sent me higher and through a couple clouds. Stilling to a hover I pondered how I could fly so well. I disliked heights, I had no idea where my wings came from or why they were so sensitive. Each flap tingled and the brush of the winds against the limbs was like a massage. I'd woken up to myself gently rubbing my back last night with the delicate feather fingers. Neither did me or Shane have any kind of kink for a pair either. It's like they symbolized something I wanted but was unsure what.

With a sly smile to seeing them hold me so good, I experimentally put all in and whipped them down.

With a giant boom, I felt the air blast me and the clouds shrink below me by about three hundred feet. I let out a tiny laugh as I continued forward, slightly nosediving downwards to meet the earth faster.

I swooped and made my landing clearly better now as my stall slightly above the earth was accompanied by the wings adjusting into parachute big films that gently dropped me down. Touching down, they morphed into two wingarms flexing like arms. I was at the height of my landing game!

I entered through the door by simply letting my belly form an arm to turn the key and gulp back in the chain as I closed the door with a quick flick of my tail and flopped on my beanbag, massaging my shape to fit into it's slightly coerce surface. I have no idea why I got it. I'm much bigger than it after all.

Bored, I took breaths, feeling my belly grow against my paws. Gasping ever more, I continued to stretch without a limit. I fished a pair of scissors from the kitchen as I struck them against the taut, shiny film. I couldn't cut through at all. Eventually I had to make the conscious decision to stop as my huge form was beginning to move furniture around.

In fiction, the goopy characters always burst to a million bits but here I was made of stuff so together it was impossible to recreate the experience. I chose to morph a cavity that un-climatically jettisoned my belly empty like a soccer ball.

Looking at the clock on the wall, it was nearing five. Still plenty of time. Turning to lay on my belly, I let my wings split to the familiar prehensile feathers as I relaxed and made good use of the sensitive fingers. The shivers and the excitement of those touches made no sense, I just glowed dimly as I used them so.

A pair of the lowest feathers I caressed my tail with as I gently curved the limbs together, gel was strange in how parts of my body felt as they looked, how feathers looked was how they felt and how my tail licking the tip of the feather felt like...Well, it felt different now.

Whereas erogeny I knew to find in certain parts of my body, I found in new ones, as the feather and the tail both became twitching tentacles eager to ejaculate. Many feathers followed suit as my back opened to the new tentacle dicks that squirmed into me. The massage became a happy ending faster than I can tell.

My toes curled as the left upper tentacle reached my maw as it plunged in. Deeper, down my neck in squirms it dipped as my head was pulled towards the base of it on my back, my paws left the ground as I bent 180 degrees like a butterfly knife, the tentacles from my back were in control of me by pleasure alone!

And just thinking how delicate the strange, autonomous presence my wings had become was when they gently deposited syrup into my being through the malleable pussies along my back made me teary-eyed as the one in my mouth left it's load deep into me, rearing away with a long strand of oozing cream to morph back into a regular pair of wings.

Sighing contently, I lounged, wrapping my feathers into a blanket to cover me.

***

Emptying my pantry of things I didn't necessarily need, I came across my bag of salt as I backed away and instinctively covered myself with my wings, I remembered how one of the dirty plates had had a little stain of gravy with enough salt to cause me a deep cut that felt like one.

Looking at the opened bag, I worried. There was enough in there to kill five gels probably. I had to make sure to take extra caution when I'd put it into a trash bag.

I used a ladle to drop it from the shelf to the trash bag that I then very practically sealed into eight knots within a second with my wingarms. It was very sealed and very much out from my worries as I gently stepped through the living room to the patio to place the bag beside the door when I'd actually walk the distance to the trash can.

Patiently I cleaned and checked for salt the rest of the pantry until I came across a gift. It was a gift as in it had a ribbon.

"Mar..." I muttered as I remember ignoring the bag of lavender spice I got for Winterday in 2015. I had lavender and in my fridge was a little bit of almond milk from when I wanted to start drinking more vegetarian milk, a week ago and just like before, never sticking to it.

I opened the bag of dried lavender flowers as there was that same, cute, delightful scent as I felt my wings flutter in excitement. Measuring a teaspoon of lavender flowers and a tablespoon of sugar into a tall glass, I watched the color slowly seep into the milk as I tried to prevent my tail from whacking the doorframe to the kitchen into dents.

So excited I was that I forgot how to remove the used flowers from the glass. I dug out a steel strainer that I hoped was thick enough for them. Pouring the milk from glass to glass, I had a new glass of sweet almond milk, spiced bright lilac with lavender flowers.

I took the glass to my mittens and sipped. I collapsed on my butt as my tail was audibly splintering the doorframe now. The milk reached into my presence as I had a new little ball of gel I could shape with! The milk disappeared into my entirety as I wanted to cry. So beautiful, thank you aunt. Thank you...

"Mar..." Was all I said as I just wanted things normal. She was a beautiful anthro being, gifting me gifts I only could appreciate now. I had to try again with her, letting her know I was still Shane within, just...embracing my fears better like this! Embracing being me!

Clutching the spice I took off, determined to fix the only family I had left!

***

I landed with the bag of lavender holding the phone to the side of my head, disregarding my ability to use it in any other part of me.

"Pick up, auntie..." I muttered as I settled my wings to my back.

"Shane, I told you..." She replied.

"But you don't understand! Your gift..." I said, holding tears back.

"What gift? The sweater?" Marjorie asked.

"No, this bag of dried lavender. See?" I said as I held it towards the window. Mar rustled the curtains a bit as she saw me holding my most prized possession now. I'd completely forgotten the VR session I promised to be in right now.

"Is that...that's the lavender mix I gave you. What of it? Goodness you're chubby like that." She said as I glowed.

"N-no, I mean, this lavender! This gift! It's me, Mar! I'm made of lavender!" I yelled through the phone speaker.

Marjorie stepped outside as my arms and limbs hung low, neck craned to be as small as possible.

"Shane..." Mar wondered.

"I wasn't...I wasn't happy being Shane anymore." I said as I fell backwards on my tail.

"I just wanted to feel someone again, aunt. I was so...scared of the monsters but...even more I was scared of being alone. It's...It's why I got myself into VR, made friends there I still haven't met in real life yet. It's why I'm so big. I just...I..." I let out as tears instead followed with whines.

I felt a rough, red sweater and old raccoon fur hug me as I hugged back, slightly closing my wings to feel my aunt's comfort.

"Oh Shane...I should've been less selfish. I'm sorry I pushed you away because of...you being this sweet milk now. Of course we need friends and yours are a long distance away. It's why you have wings, right? You're looking forward to flying to them and meeting them for the first time?" Marjorie pondered as my eyes lit up.

It...makes sense.

"I've wanted to meet Hannah for soo long... She convinced me to try being a girl in VR too, ever since I've felt this warmth inside. This warmth, her name's Chubi, it's why my voice is like this too." I tried to explain.

Mar put her paw on my cheek as I smiled.

"We all are our own mothers at times, Shane. Yours is just much closer to your heart." aunt said as she poked my belly, the touch sent a ripple of lilac light around my body as I yelped silently. "Gosh, gels are unique!" She said as I blushed more, glowing warmly. "You should come live at my place so I don't have to turn the lights on!" She jested as I giggled.

***

I told her of my travels, of the living apricot tree dragon, of the thief I stopped but not mentioning a thing about what kind of pleasant delight making syrup was. I showed her how I could become a big creature on four legs, make my wings into parachutes and create more arms. Inside my belly, my phone was ringing. It was Hannah!

"Chubi, we're waiting for you! We wanna see the girl you've been hiding from us!" Hannah said as I glowed bright. "Uhm, er, I went to meet my family, thank them for a gift." I said.

"Your friends?" Aunt asked. "Yeah! We're gonna meet! Gotta go!" I said as I waited Marjorie to stand further back before trying to make gentle flaps upwards, the gusts still pulled shoots of grass and shook mailboxes.

"Sorry, sorry..." I mumbled as I got high enough to blast myself up, seeing aunt's house shrink to a speck below me.

***

A skip of a few flaps homewards I carried in me my phone, keys and an assortment of things now that I could just keep with me. My dried lavender now was as close to where my heart used to be.

I landed gracefully to the stairs of the exterior hallway of the motel, my stubby legs stretched me up as one of my neighbors opened their door, out walked a gel, looking like a fox, not seeing me quickly approaching or trying to ooze by as he walked straight into me.

I was ecstatic as my neighbor was puzzled. My wings jittered as did the rest of me to feel something enter me so.

We were stuck. The fox let out a long moan in me, almost stilling as I felt it too. I couldn't help it, coating the fox, his amorphous body, his poking length. I just so easily held him within as I sensed he didn't want to leave, the green glow abundantly lighting the motel hallway in the evening light as after the long, ten seconds, my neighbor came to his senses.

I think I heard the fox apologize, but feeling him stretch through my back caused me to drool syrup like a waterfall as I caressed the warm gel trying to get out. Oh jeez, do I have to let him out? Ahh...fine.

The fox stretched from between my wings out from me, clinging to the handrail lining the hallway. Each inch he got out was accompanied by my gel desperately trying to cling closer as the fox finally managed out.

"Phew, sticky stuff you are...I...don't know what got into me in there. Strange." My neighbor said as I snapped out from the trance and slurped back into my mouth the glowing saliva my tongue had pushed out like crazy, my drool was weird, glowing stuff, greenishly glowing weird sticky saliva.

"Ah, s-sure! My bad too!" I said as I looked back, seeing the strangely toony fox wave and walk away.

I felt it, the pull to slurp them back in, I salivated more guck, eager to spit the sticky substance in my mouth as my tongue secreted more abundantly. I...I didn't know gels salivated.

As I saw the gel take hopping steps away my tongue was going crazy, churning at least a liter of my gel into the really sticky glowing...goo. It was almost bitter unlike syrup as I wanted to just...spit. And so I did.

The greenly glowing goo shot like an arrow to the lawn chair below me at the center of the motel yard as on impact my goo adhered like the strongest glue to the surface of the chair. And there I was, a green, gooey tongue stuck to a chair as suddenly, the goo contracted and pulled into my face the lawn chair that splatted to my face. After retracting, the gooey tongue I'd shot out like a chameleon returned to normal as I took the lawn chair off my face and put it down.

What the hell was that? Did my hunger for trapping that fox back in me cause a new anomaly? Like how gelsprigs and phlogels are anomalies? Or freezing and boiling? I was confused. I just knew whatever hunger I had had, receded. I just...wanted to taste the sweet fox once more, maybe let him float in me and push syrup as much as he wants.

Entering my room I joined the video call we were having with friends. Hannah, Bryce and Larry had their cameras on as they showcased themselves lewdly to each other, as I was just gently sitting in front of the camera on my tail.

Hannah's webcam was the tamest of the three as one of the tentacles morphed again to be a peregrine head with a welcoming smile. "Oh my god, Sh- Chubi you look so cute!" glowed Hannah as I too pulsed lilac. Larry was showing his twin rods kissing as he was holding his webcam with his feet. "Damn, our girl's here!" he said as Bryce was just two deer anthros fucking on a floor of gel. The two deer stopped as they said in unison. "Hi Shane!" after which they continued.

"So you guys are stripteasing for each other again?" I asked. "...A bit. Actually we talked about a get-together as well." Bryce said through the third prehensile length joining the wrestle. Seeing my friends so hungry for touch made me touchy as from between my stubby feet began to squirm out a tentacle dick like never before as I struggled to keep it out of the camera, but I kinda wanted to show it as well.

"Uh...hunf...where, guys?" I asked, trying to use my petite mittens to hold the growing beast down. Hannah morphed into her anthro appearance, just extremely toned with four arms. "Where it's the shortest for all of us to fly to. Somewhere in Pittsburg, probably." She said as she started to grow her tits to others as my dick bounced from under the table to tease my face. Without a second thought I delved my mouth around it as I watched my friends masturbate to each other ever more. I loved our intimacy, it was like we were polyamorous already.

Gulping down my load with delighted squeals and whines, I let the rest run down my length as I desperately mouthed: "When, guys?!"

***

I don't remember being able to fly this fast as I tracked myself with Ooble Maps towards the city where we could finally meet. My mind went constantly to things I wanted to do first as I barreled through clouds on skies absent of planes.

It was crazy how this is just...our world now. Sentient life is made of gooey nanobots. Massive trees made megacities. Gels and gelspring fluctuated in twenty billion now. A massive increase from the three billion anthros.

I dropped down, I had to swallow down some of that goo that glowed green as I saw two others make circles above me before touching down in front of me at the park.

"Chubiii!" Hannah yelled as the muscular hawk lady ran to hug me. "Hannah, oh..." I moaned partially as I felt her sink and sink. As she struggled loose I drooled more slime as between my legs I felt my pussy throb into form.

"Goodness, Chubi,you're sticky and...drooling." Hannah said as I looked at her. "It's just...I really want to hug someone." I said, my thoughts were flurry, she was just a gulp away. No, hold it together, she's a friend...Together, Chubi.

"I really like it when someone wriggles in me..." I said, my mouth now a visible waterfall of green, glowing light.

"I think your...lack of bodily contact has caused your gel to become anomalous." Hannah wondered as I swiped my gaping maw from the green goo, swallowing the liters with a slimy gulp down my throat as I felt ecstatic thinking it could be one of my friends going into me. "I just...really want to..." I said as Larry came closer, slightly larger than me. "We can decide our games later. Where's Bryce, though?" Larry, the anthro orca, asked as the fountain got clogged next to us.

Instead of crystal clear water the fountain began to fill with sickly olive-colored goo as the clydesdale anthro's head emerged from the massive, growing tide that continued to push into the pool. Bryce gently slithered his mass from the pool to stand next to us. He was actually even smaller than me, despite the stretchy performance.

"Tried to make an entry, hi!" He said as we all came together to hug. Larry's big frame surrounded us all as I stretched taller and thinner with my friends as Larry continued squeezing until our waists were only five inches thick. We all laughed at the situation as I oozed out from the hug.

"So, with that out of the way, here or somewhere else?" Larry asked. "Chubi here seems to be bursting from her seams!" Bryce said, my mouth was still trickling goo looking at Hannah. "Sorry, my thoughts are just in letting you all three to be with...me. I can't explain." I replied.

"Aww, I've wanted to meet you too..." Hannah said as she came closer, the goo running from my mouth began coating her into the sickly sweet glue. "You're really drooling now, I can...barely move in this!" Hannah said.

"I can't...I can't let go..." Hannah mumbled as saliva poured from my mouth, I tried to close the fountain of warm, glowing milk that was wrapping around my friend as I felt through my gushing goo the squirms. Hannah's amorphous body of a muscular peregrine dissolved as she tried to slip out, my spit stuck to all of her as she desperately whimpered.

"Chubi, your mo-glmp!" Hannah said as the remaining visible bit of her was overwhelmed. There was only one way for her now as I felt my predatory goo begin to withdraw back into my mouth with her in it.

My head stretched around her as did my neck as she became a bulge traveling to my belly where she was slurped into, violently by my desperation to keep her in. Against my form, she struggled, her morphing outline, her beak trying to chew through, all eagered my pussy running and my mouth drooling as I looked at Bryce with fevered hunger.

"Mh...Ah! It's so velvety in here! So...bliss." She struggled with last of the air in her into words as she tried to breathe me as the sensation made me gush out a stream of gel from between my legs. "Chubi you're...Keeping her in? H-how?" Bryce asked as Larry was getting hard by seeing Hannah struggle against my stretchy belly.

"I can...mmf...show you!" I yelled to Bryce as my mouth turned to sticky, greenish glowing guck again, almost by instinct.

I shot a long, stretchy strand at Bryce as my saliva coated and adhered to his gel like it was a part of him as he struggled to remove my super drool that quickly yanked him into my mouth where I enveloped and made him into a very squirmy meal down my gullet.

His kicks weren't enough to escape my very thick gel and my long throat that didn't give a single inch to his kicks as he was also deposited into my stomach as I moaned and launched a string or two of my syrup from my cock into the air, feeling the two gels squirm and massage me so.

"A-ah! Paradise!" I yelled as I orgasmed just to feeling my big body trapping the smaller gels in as they stopped trying to escape and started fucking each other inside me.

I flopped on my back as I held my squirming belly, teasing my slit with my pussy until Larry walked in front of me, holding his indigo color amorphous rods in front of me, he kneeled and the two, no, three cock heads lunged into my pussy like snakes as I screamed for the Gods.

Hannah and Bryce were weightless slurry as they entangled around each other like vines to squeeze themselves into each other, their soundless squirms were only audible through the sloshing slurps inside me as Larry made much deeper moans, the orca duplicated his heads to kiss himself, also duplicating his arms to massage his pecs that began to balloon into breasts.

Bryce and Hannah were a wreath of squirming goo within me, formless tentacles jettisoning massive clouds of syrup into each other as Larry continued to enlarge his cocks the further in he dug into my cunt as I morphed the tip of my tail into a horsecock and stuck it through him as he welcomed the intrusion by forming lusty lips behind his balls to swallow it deeper.

The wriggles in me were calming as between Larry's thrusts into me I squirted more syrup that entangled to Larry's mass and slurped in, the same occurred with the massive, gooey load the orca thrust into me as I did the same into him from my tailcock.

Like diving into a pool, Larry collapsed on me, the 15' orca herm became a loose carpet over the three of us as in the darkness of the indigo gel I glowed lilac as did the two friends inside me, pondering...Wait, is that an egg? In me?

I became runny as I let the two friends in me get out, but...they wanted to stay. I reached my head from the indigo sea to take air as I made myself hollow within and materialized my head where Bryce and Hannah were cuddling, circled by indigo-lilac eggs of goo that lined and clung to my body. They smiled as we shared glances.

"Don't you guys wanna leave? I'm sorry I forgot to mention about my weird gooey spit." I told the two.

"You don't know how soft your gel actually is, it's like a...three tongues wrapped around my clit in a warm sensory deprivation pool!" Hannah said as she hugged my walls, as I glowed embarrassedly.

"Wh-soft? How am I soft?" I asked as Hannah tried to squirm through the walls of the bubble I talked in to my friends.

"It's like being in a giant bedroll made of fluffy feathers while someone is massaging your entire length...It's just...something so freeing in being wrapped by it, it's the smell and the warmth, the textures oozing around..." Bryce continued.

"Tehe, suit yourselves then! I said as I let out the air and collapsed around the two gels as they laid limply in me more. Terry morphed to my side as the orca, then slowly trying to mimic my body type as he became a dragoo-like creature too! From between his stubby legs grew a tentacle dick as mine too grew out as we coiled them together and ventured into a sticky kiss, my saliva gluing our mouths together. Soon, our lengths reached behind our sacks for entry as we penetrated each other as the sun began to fall.

***

I woke up, very much full of gelspring eggs of Terry and me as he glanced at his fusions in me, like I was fusions of me in his eggs. I realized we were more than polyamorous, we were a family.

Struggling up to my feet with my two friends and the pods in me I felt like enough was enough as the two of my friends oozed through the lower part of my belly to the ground, very much asleep.

But the wriggles kept going.

"Mfh-" I let out as I realized Terry's sexy eyes to look back at me through the eggs I carried. There was Shane somewhere in me, screaming in terror of having himself full of eggs containing almost direct clones of someone else. But I, as Chubi, warmed quick to the idea of mothering. I was going to be a good friend to me and Larry's fusion friends.

Bryce tried one more time to wriggle back into my belly as I took the clydesdale to my arms to hold. "I'm tired too, some other day again, my friend." I said to him as I gave him a fluffy lick. "You're so lukewarm..." He said as I felt all of my friends embrace into a hug once more.

***

In the dark, we were flying home, Larry and I as I was already thinking of our future together, The orca grew massive bat wings to hold himself aloft as I've told much enough about mine.

Below us, when clouds allowed, drifted by giant trees that sparkled in rainbow colors, gels of all kinds mingling in bubbles that lit the trees to full spectrum as it seemed miraculous to watch. We were like this now, we could do these things now.

Midway our flight, Larry and I merged together as I helped him beat the wings with him. It was too unreal to be a shapeshifter, too unreal to be made of liquid. Larry moaned as I fully enveloped him into my gel as I felt his rods squirm against my belly.

This warm lavender milk I was made of and the sticky taffy I could drool were both things that I could not believe I was, as mid-flight my thoughts went to drinking myself enormous and slurping all the little ones into my warm milk where they'd be fully welcome to be. The thought caused my lilac tongue to glow green. I couldn't wait.

Landing finally, Larry and I oozed straight to upper exterior hallway of our motel as I spotted my neighbor making their way. Panic settled with hunger as my tongue bulged in taffy. I put my paws to the front of my mouth, I can't eat every stranger I meet!

"Hi neighbor! Brought a friend, I see!" yelped the fox-looking gel as the temptation was too big and I let my sticky tongue glide to his face.

"Glmp-!" He said as I quickly pulled them into my neck to feel his squirms. "Ah!" I gasped as Larry hesitated. "Chubi, you're..." He tried to say as the fox stopped struggling and began to slowly slide into my round body where I felt him buckle and suckle, grip and kick my gel until I felt his releases turn to gelspring. He curled, demorphed into a ball too as I let my neighbor sleep in me for a while as I fished out my keys and got all three of us in.

Larry did not fit, he just kind of lounged around the sofa, stuffing it inside himself as his feral form took half of the living space. As I checked to see my fox shift between sleeping and cumming I leaned against Larry, our tails curled as I morphed myself feral and slept surrounded by his coiled body.

***

Waking up, Larry had vacated but with a reason as he was gonna go shrink a bit and buy stuff with his sugar. We were gonna hang out even more!

I let out my neighbor as they shivered a bit, abruptly shocked they were no longer inside me.

"Back! Let me back!" the fox pleaded as I looked at the very small, orange fox of gel, who had made seven or so eggs into me while we slept.

"I'm sorry, I sometimes just can't help my saliva. You, however, need to bulk up or you're gonna become a goop!" I told the two feet tall fox who had been six feet in the evening.

"It was like being inside a pearl...but soft satin and someone sucking and rimming you..." The fox thought out loud as I glowed embarrassedly.

"Y-yeah, I get to hear that..." I replied, bashful I still kinda wanted to let the fox in and cum their gel to nothingness. I can't let that happen, they could die! Silica can not die...

I watched the fox lean their head against the door to their apartment, sort of confused about life after my belly, still full of his eggs that we could let run free or join with Larry and me into a very big motel family!

After all, why would I want anyone out in the cold? Especially when I can warm you up nice and warm to a hundred orgasms inside my gel? I'd let you wriggle down to a softness you have never known that kissed you wherever you wished.

Wouldn't you like that?