Miracle Goo!
written by Skye McCloud
Mark was never one to win any popularity awards. He tended to keep to himself, so he rarely made any friends. While he wasn't hard to look at, he also wasn't the type of guy one could associate the phrase 'love at first sight' to. In general he was a bit of a boring, lonely guy. What friends he did have teased him relentlessly about 'playing with dolls' even to this day, although he knew better than to dare call his real best friends 'dolls.' No, his plushies were more than stuffed animals, each with their own personality and history. They listened to his problems, took their time with him, and they never made him feel lonely. Yes, a stuffed animal is the most wonderful friend an outcast like Mark could have.
His favorite stuffed animal was an orange tiger named Pokey, given to him by a friend from his early childhood. It was a silly name, but he had kept the huge stuffed tiger for years. To this day it still dwarfed him by an inch or so. Every now and again he'd entertained the idea of pulling out Pokey's stuffing to slip him on for a while, but he feared never being able to put the poor tiger back together. So, he resisted the urge, but always kept him close. He even slept with the huge tiger in his arms, although he'd never tell any of his so-called friends that.
Despite his stuffed animals' trustworthiness, and silent company, he longed to have someone real to trust, and confide in. Someone who'd always be there to hang out, to chat with, and watch crappy horror movies with. He had just turned eighteen, and he decided not to have a birthday party; it would have been boring with just him, his mother, his annoying little brother, and his Aunt Irma with the canker sore.
He did, however, have some solace over the internet. He played online games, visited websites, and knew a fair share of people through his non-adventures there. Under the guise of internet anonymity he could be someone else completely; he wasn't afraid of his own boring self there while playing a video game or chatting on forums.
It was during one of his non-adventures that he stumbled upon an advertisement. It came up as one of those annoying pop-ups; while he would normally just ignore them he took a second glance at this particular one. Mark's eyes grew wide as he read it. It spoke of some kind of goop that one could simply pour into anything to have it come alive. A demonstration showed a teddy bear coming to life, and a child clapping as it played with its new friend. Mark's thoughts turned to Pokey; with this goop he could turn his best friend into a real, living friend. With shaking hands Mark began to go through the process to order a bottle of the goop; soon his dream of having the perfect companion would be realized.
A couple of weeks flew by, and the wait left Mark on pins and needles in anticipation. He had already prepared Pokey for the goop a few days ago, assuming it would have arrived last week some time. The poor plushie's fluffy insides had been removed, although Mark took care enough to store it away just in case anything went wrong. For all he knew it could have been bogus, so he didn't want to completely ruin his best friend. And so, upon it's arrival, he snatched the small package from the mailbox, and nearly danced his way into his bedroom. His folks would be gone for the rest of the week, so once he applied this goop he'd have so much free time together. Afterwards he'd worry about how to explain the giant walking, talking plushie to everyone. Pleasure before panic, or something to that effect.
He was all thumbs as he ripped the paper packaging away to reveal a small, slim bottle of black liquid. 'Miracle Goo! Guaranteed to make your best friend come to life, or your money back,' the label screamed. He cackled slightly as he trotted over to Pokey, and pulled the empty plushie into his arms. Mark turned Pokey around, and began to pour the liquid in through the slit seam he had prepared just for the occasion. He then placed Pokey onto his bed, and waited.
And waited some more.
He left to get a drink of water, came back, and waited a bit longer.
Finally he gave up. He slumped down in a chair as his dreams shattered. After a few more moments he decided to wash the tiger of the goop, and restuff him. He picked the animal up in his arms, but he began to smile as a fun thought crossed his mind. He placed Pokey carefully on his bed, and then proceeded to strip naked, revealing a rather slim, lanky frame. He then pulled the tiger into his hands, and carefully slid his body inside of the temporary tiger costume. Waste not, want not; he'd wear the tiger as a costume for a little while since it was already emptied out. He then waddled around inside of his makeshift costume, and giggled happily in approval.
But then something strange happened. The slit he had made suddenly vanished over his head, blocking out the thin sliver of light that had trickled into the costume. Mark panicked, and began poking and prodding around the inside of the stuffed animal for a means of escape. As he felt around the costume he realized there wasn't a single seam to be found. No loose threads, no holes, nothing that he could grasp in an attempt to rip himself out of the stuffed tiger.
He cried out for help, but he knew his cries would fall upon deaf ears. So he twisted, and turned around, straining his eyes to scan his room for a pair of scissors, a knife... just something so he could slit a hole through the plushie. But, to his dismay, Mark couldn't see anything through the thick fabric of the stuffed animal. He reached up to the face of the costume, desperate to at least see what was going on, but there weren't holes where the eye sockets would have normally been.
He slumped to the ground in defeat; he was now stuck inside of Pokey, but how was that even possible? His breathing became heavy; the suit was thick, and he was beginning to sweat from his own emotions. Fear, panic, confusion, and he couldn't see anything but the inside of an orange stuffed toy.
Suddenly the two plastic eyes simply fell out of the costume's head; Mark could see right through the small holes they left behind. He breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could act upon it he felt a strange sensation forming in his crotch. He blushed, and mentally cursed himself for the slightest thought of enjoying this situation. But the sensations continued, and he somehow managed to shift his vision down to see his own crotch fusing together with the costume. He leapt up in panic, but he quickly slumped back down again; he felt incredibly light-headed, and could feel his own dick and balls morphing into something else entirely. Some of the same black goo that he had poured into the costume streamed through the fabric that surrounded his crotch, and began to encase it. His genitals hung outside of the costume, completely encased in rubber. It turned a shade of orange to match the costume right before his eyes. He brought a hand down, and felt them; he couldn't exactly feel them through the fabric of the costume, but he could tell they had changed completely. In fact, it felt more like he was touching his own cock, rather than an encased one.
Suddenly he could feel himself standing up, but this time it wasn't under his own control. He looked around, and saw that the costume was... breathing? He was amazed; the goop had actually worked! But then he realized his own situation once more; the stuffed animal was coming to life, and he was trapped inside of its body. He called out at the animal, but his cries once again fell on deaf ears. The plushie began walking around, and the boy felt helpless as his legs were forced to walk.
They didn't walk far; Mark could feel the suit forcing himself to prop himself up along the top of his bed. He looked directly across, and was able to see exactly what was going on through the far mirror. He could now see his new rubber cock, and got a bit harder at the sight. It twitched slightly, inviting Mark to take it for a spin. By now he was more curious about the situation than anything; he knew calling for help would be fruitless, and every escape route he could have imagined had been taken away from him.
He looked at the rubber dick with a sense of admiration; he wondered how that had happened to him. He secretly enjoyed the feel of rubber, and having his groin encased in it turned him on. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but while he was afraid of the situation, he was also enjoying it.
He could feel himself stretching his body over to fish around inside the drawer of his nightstand. Soon his costumed hand pulled out a very familiar object; he had ordered a dildo shaped like a tiger's dick some time ago, and secretly used it. Frequently. He grit his teeth wondering what the tiger suit was up to, and before long he had his answer as his own hands were brought down to feel around his suited asshole. He wondered exactly what the suit was up to; there was no hole or entry point, and if there was he would have used it to escape earlier. But to his surprise the tiger pushed the dildo into its own fabric, and Mark could feel his own anus being penetrated with the familiar dick. He gasped as it pushed apart his own skin, and half-heartedly watched his reflection as it seemed to solidify against the material of the tiger suit. He removed his hands from the dildo; he couldn't even see it anymore as it was shoved so deep into his rectum.
Now the tiger began to go to work on his new rubber dick. He gently pulled at it, and continued to tug. Mark watched in amazement as it stretched the extremity out further than his own dick would have been. The tiger costume carefully kneaded it, and prodded it; the boy nearly passed out from the process. Shortly thereafter the boy realized that the costume's ministrations had nearly doubled the size of the rubber dick. The sensations were so vivid that he wondered if just what exactly got reshaped; the rubber, or his own dick?
Furry paws deftly glided along the rubbery sheen of Mark's new crotch, eliciting simple mewls of pleasure from his mouth. It began to stroke the newfound girth gently, and with each stroke Mark could feel himself giving in more and more to the oddity. His mind began to fog in and out as another presence invaded his mentality; the tiger had a mind of its own as well, and it slowly gained control of Mark. The very fabric of the suit began to conform to the contours of the boy's body, as if the friction of his cock fueled it's transformation. It wasn't long before a very lean and lanky tiger sat on Mark's bed, pawing itself off completely.
The tiger, now having fully overtaken Mark's mind, continued his own ministrations to his body. He stroked his cock roughly, and purred as he wriggled around. The dildo was gently prodding against his internal sweet spots. Enjoying his breath of life the tiger abused Mark's human body as it brought his own face down to his crotch to nip and suckle at his own rubber dick, savoring the taste of both it and life. For too long had he been a stuffed animal; now it was time for some fun.
He laid there and lazily stroked himself off, a stupid grin etched upon his muzzle as he did it. He then brought a paw around the back of his ass and prodded at the dildo; it was now a permanent part of him, but he could still shift it around. He gently pulled at it, and pushed it back into him, each time ramming against his prostate. He let out a low roar in satisfaction; it wouldn't be long before he would get to experience an orgasm.
Minutes ticked by, and the tiger continued to enjoy himself. He didn't want to rush the process; after all, he had been forced to live life as a stuffed toy. Mark took care of him, and all, but he also let him fall to the ground, get slept upon, get dragged around placed; now he was using Mark as he was used before. Pokey grinned mischievously; he liked Mark enough, but it was fun exacting a bit of revenge on the boy's body for those years of absentminded abuse.
Pokey toyed with his nipples a bit; he didn't quite understand the point of it, but he knew humans liked that sort of thing. Watching Mark pleasure himself from time to time gave him a few ideas of things to try out, so he wanted to experience them all while he was still here; he didn't know how long he would have as a living being. His teasing continued to send surges of pleasure down to his groin; it didn't take him long to understand the point of nipples.
Anticipation swelled within the tiger as he fell into the throws of self-satisfaction. He was merciless as he sped up the pace of his paw, causing the rubber dick to sing out a small squeaky melody as the rubber head flapped in and out of the rubber foreskin. He could feel pleasure enveloping his mind completely. In one quick motion his pent-up sexual energy exploded through Mark's body. As he orgasmed the tiger lost his control over Mark's mind and body; Mark's own consciousness came back to him mid-orgasm. The force of it all actually caused the boy to spasm violently as he sprayed a volley of cum onto his bed.
Mark slowly dragged himself up into a half-hearted sitting position; he found that the costume had opened up again for him, and all of the normal seams of it returned. He reached up and pulled the top of the costume down over his body, and tried to stop his own heart from racing. He groaned; his body ached from the abuse the tiger had forced him to endure. He had felt everything, but he couldn't do anything. He was forced to watch someone else use his body from afar. Feeling rather violated he kicked the tiger costume off of him (feeling a brief moment or two of discomfort as he extracted the dildo), causing it to fall to the floor in a crumpled heap.
Once stripped naked he realized that the costume left his mark on him; his crotch had actually turned into rubber to match the costume itself. He didn't know what to think about it; he didn't know if he should see a doctor about it, either. Besides, how would he explain that? It twitched as it relaxed, and lazily laid upon his leg. He brought a hand down, and tenderly caressed it. He grinned approvingly; perhaps he'd just keep this as his own little secret. He laid back, and replayed out the entire scene in his head. The more Mark continued to reminisce about it, the more he realized how much he enjoyed it. In a roundabout way he had gotten exactly what he wanted; a best friend he could spend quality time with.
He sat up, quickly admired his new rubber appendage, and slipped the tiger costume on once more. He could already feel his mind being pushed aside as he lent his body to Pokey again for another mind-blowing experience. After all, he had the house to himself for a week; why not really enjoy it?