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To many driving from Bristol to London, few take the routes to Amesbury which is but the slightest detour for anthrofolk making the journey by car.

Few of the islanders were to expect a change to the need for automobiles or aviation.

Amesbury was just quiet folks minding their business, making ends meet as anthrofolk do in the strangely familiar world to ours. Few we would know or meet in the end, except this one jovial fellow.

To us, Caleb Moherty is just another, regular badger anthro, aside from the fact that in his truly ripe age of thirty-eight, the best he managed in family was becoming a very familiar figure to the four children his older brother tried to raise in a stable marriage, should bickering over money be excluded.

To Caleb, making sure the children had their share of his sister-in-law's spending was the best he wished for, as in the remote town the otherwise regular personality Caleb was, he had difficulties acclimating to any female company. Surely he'd had luck once or twice, but his occupation kept him too much away from opportunities to meet new anthros.

Handling the resupplies on the shelves was only one of the tasks he needed to manage in the local store as the old proprietor of the boutique wasn't feeling well and, well, Caleb is not an irresponsible badger. So, Caleb decided to take full responsibility for the comings and goings of the shop.

And as another phone call with his brother about taking the children to eat tacos, news of the Connecticut gelsplosion surfaced as the world stilled.

Surely enough, over the puddle called the Atlantic Ocean flew from the Americas translucent, gelatinous monsters to invade the rest of the world. Or perhaps, to bless the rest of the world.

In Amesbury, it did not matter. Such a small place this was and so by the side of the bustle that whatever spillage of gel in London was occurring would take weeks to reach this remote little town...Surely.

**Caleb**

I can't keep the bloody telly on, even! Every channel is about those weird, gobbledy-goo blobs, it makes me mad. Sure, I am worried, but I don't have much else to keep on for background noise in the shop now do I?!

Grumble...I suppose Melissa is already driving to London to become the new "god being" or what they're called. Supposedly "Gods" were formless and weightless and the religious folks just try to find any chance they get to be gels. Ridiculous to even think.

I was making myself a cheese sandwich when the supplies came. Usually we've plenty of juice options, foreign ones even but now, the truck was just full of...cordial. Not even domestic blends, mixed ones with multiple fruits, with preservatives and plenty more sugar than often.

I was flabbergasted. I had to see the manifest and my order, s-surely there was a...

Fruit juice, fresh ones or even made from squash were all just...gone. There was nothing left in my shop.

No matter then, I'll just perhaps dilute cordial and bottle some "fresh, home-made juice", to ensure my stock.

I saw gels as hungry customers eager to spend for juice whatever money necessary. It was imperative that I'd be able to keep ol' Roger's shop up, who knows how many are gonna turn jelly in Amesbury!

**Narrator**

But...Amesbury remained just off-the-path in terms of the huge fests of goo the big cities of England became, while before the age of gelsprigs, or, gels able to weave and grow inside plants to supply aplenty juice to gels, beverages of every flavor became scarce, as scarcity gave way for desperation.

Such was the need for gels to grow more. More.

One day, in the quiet of stilling hours when folks ventured homewards, descended into a nearby town a giant bird made of coffee with a crash. The gel was the size of three diesel trains, searching through coffee shops, cafés and kiosks on the other side of the Atlantic now for more coffee to grow with, as to Evan, Europe was the jackpot for finding more.

Rocnarog was the nickname for Evan Roff, the giant black coffee gel. It had found great pleasure in bullying anthros and gels by stuffing them inside itself, flying them elsewhere and stranding them, leaving them violated and alone as Roc had amassed himself plentiful in size and begun delving into his needs by force. The anthros that disappeared into the giant, black bird, found their clothes ripped asunder by forces unimaginable and their orifices stuffed with a burning lust, only to be stranded full of disgustingly sweet syrup that left them squirming in ache, bellies full of coffee sludge, filled with a thousand ,or three thousand, calories worth of sugar with each delicious entrapment in Evan's giant avian form.

While gels often found themselves avoiding the strange anxiety over causing harm, lying or malice, to Roc the pleasure of finally being able to "get back big time" to the society that had wronged the laid off office worker was more than enough to silence the little nagging voice within, screaming Evan to stop gulping down folks and stuffing them with coffee-flavored goo.

No, Evan simply chose to grab, gulp and snatch anything smaller than the eighty foot tall eagle he appeared as.

So, as Evan stood in front of the coffee shop, he proceeded to bring his gooey beak around a confused bear and pulled the anthro into its mass that from the outside seemed solid but was but dozens of pockets where he tore naked his prey and began to penetrate them as they were gagged. Surrounding the bear were fattened, desperate anthros, by now obese from digesting so much sugar while at times feeling the gooey tentacles writhe deeper in the blackness of Rocnarog, as Evan orgasmed at least one hundred and fifty times a day into his prey.

As Evan took off once more, the oldest prey within him was dropped on a field, the exhausted squirrel from Minnesota was 150 pounds heavier, gagging out sugary coffee goo. To the distance, Rocnarog kept cackling like a maniac as inside him the twelve anthros continued to get rounder each day.

***

Caleb cataloged what was out of stock. Juice was simply out of order. There was no way for the badger to continue restocking anything that had fruits in water as soda too was gone.

A dry foods store could not be any more depressing and it was apparent as each store around his, be it a chain or not, told to anthros that such was the situation. But Caleb, at the very least, had an ample supply of cordial. And as Caleb continued to open his store with a 'Juice of the day' with each cup for £2, the word got around quickly. There was still a store with some juice left in Amesbury! Not only that, but cordial too! Cordial that could be dozens of liters of mass for gels!

Come that Thursday, into his store walked a gel.

**Caleb**

I could see through the bloody thing! The being seemed to be this weird lizard fellow, but constantly...morphing. His tail was stretching in length, fingers grew and withered, legs morphed through species as his ears rounded and squared, quickly too his snout became a beak.

"H-hey, Caleb! Recognize my voice?!" The strange thing spoke to me. Wait a bloody tick, that's....

"Bernard?" I pondered, the goopy lizard grinned wide. "That indeed! Though I'm still trying to decide if...What's what!" He said with a strangely reverberating voice.

"I've never seen anything quite like it...Does it feel good?" I asked from my pub mate.

"Good? It feels goo! It's like anything I put my head into just goes through and around me to shape me whatever, you've got to try this for a change!" Bernard pondered as I was reserved seeing the lizard suddenly poke his tail through his chest.

"Why, there's a few reasons I'd never go through with any of that nonsense! What about Monty and the kids? If I can't be that one good uncle to them I'll-" I was interrupted.

"Oh come on now, Caleb, you've got to think for YOURSELF sometimes! You're so stubbornly dedicated to someone else's happiness that you're forgetting yourself! You're the one you need to be worried for, look at you! Keeping a store for someone else, taking the kids out for someone else, giving the cordials to some-err...Anyways..." Bernard stuttered.

"I knew it! You're just here, thinking I'll part any of it for free!" I shouted. "J-just to feel if it'll-" Bernard continued, that bloody...bloody drunk, a useless...

"Piss off, wanker! I'm not gonna part a single drop for your weird kinks!" I said as I blocked the storage room as I blinked, through me walked the green gel like I was air. Turning around, Bernard already had his mouth open for a bottle of pear flavored squash.

"Fucking hell, Bernard!" I yelled as I rushed to grab the bottle, I already saw my friend glowing and what not, oozing teal all over him as he bubbled and frothed, cordial was making my friend go over the edge with just a few drops!

I tried to pull the bottle off, being coated with the weird, teal goo he was sweating all over, as my pull was nothing. His arms were just still as I kicked my leg into the bizarrely strong and hypnotized Bernard, sweating bullets as he had the glass bottle of cordial on his lips as I desperately tried to pull the bottle off, gripping it off from the hands of my mesmerized friend.

"The bottle! Now Ber-" I managed to mumble as I pulled as hard as I could from it, as it broke in my grasp and I lost my balance, encased in teal goo and falling backwards into the store shelves full of squash, cordials or simply, condensed juice. The shelves collapsed over me as my friend was in heaven, demobilized by whatever cordial was doing to that chronic masturbator of a pub mate.

The first shelf hit my head as bottles shattered to the floor, spraying me with assorted juices, as I was knocked out. Last thing I saw was Bernard stroking it to feeling of being covered by pear cordial, bringing him sick pleasure.

***

"C-Caleb? You hearin' me mate? You don't look so sweet." I heard Bernard mumble as my eyesight just appeared. I felt my clothes clinging to my body in a way I hated, it all felt too tickly and sensitive. I could see the labels perfectly on the bottles on the table, to the opposite side of the room. I could smell every bit of sweetness that Caleb was, I was tasting...things that I had never tasted before in the air and my anger, seeing the spilled bottles, was...distilled.

I sat up, stood up, my clothes melted off to the floor as I was made of...cordial...cordials? My gel was pink, as my body was eager to...change.

"Bernard, you stupid wanker." I muttered. "Come on, Caleb, it's not so bad, is it?" My pub mate said as fury rushed me. "IT'S NOT?!" I yelled and grabbed Bernard by the shoulder, stunned to feel...water.

"Mate...You're making me leak..." Bernard said as I felt a cupful of liquid enter into me, through my arm. I saw Bernard's shoulder slowly rehydrate itself as I'd drained my mate from fluids suddenly. In me I felt the liquid rush up, towards my face.

"What the hell is this gl..gelblblmp!" I tried to say as out of my mouth gushed out sickly sweet jam, glowing pink as I puked on Bernard the weird, pink substance. "Caleb you didn't just-hhfuff..." Bernard said, leaning backwards as I watched the pink, glowing blob sink into him and turn some of him into more of the jam.

I stood in disbelief as I saw Bernard turning into jam, as the ball was growing, glowing pink in him.

"It's...It's so sweet, Caleb...gah..." Bernard muttered as I watched his belly inflate uncontrollably. I took steps back as Bernard began to round up, my pink jam in him, making him an immobile blob on the storage room floor. Immobile as in he could not control growing out his body to surround the jam with more mass, like an allergic reaction.

The eight foot lizard in gel now had stubby limbs that clutched a stability ball -sized belly, within it was my cordial jam swirling bigger and bigger.

"Huff..nnggh!...It's too sweet!" Bernard said and proceeded to harden from between his legs, his weird pointy penis desperate to take shape as to the floor gushed out the first squirt of pink gel from his cock that stilled into...cordial.

With intrigue, I dipped my formless finger into the mess my pub mate had made as I absorbed the puddle into me. A strange hunger burned in me, even if what was happening was everything I didn't want to be part of.

"Bernard! You're making more of my gel!" I yelled in confused happiness.

"Hngh, that's great Caleb..I'm so fucking stuffed, nnnnggh!!" Bernard said and pressed out a bigger squirt of cordial goo out from his cock. With animalistic hunger I slapped my hand into the mess as I already struggled against the lust to...lick the source.

"H-here's-Oh-here's MOOORREEENNNNGHH!!" Bernard yelled in lethargy as I latched my maw to his crotch and felt my neck balloon and lengthen, my head morphed to forms unknown to me.

I slammed the storage room closed with a tail that rushed from my back as I eagerly gulped in load after load of sweet cordial, Bernard struggling against each orgasmic burst.

***

Five minutes or so later, I saw my jam wither from my pub mate into final bits of juice blend I was made of as I licked my droopy teeth in satisfaction, Bernard was ten liters lighter as before as I was getting hefty from my belly portion. Bernard struggled up as I held him, this time able to touch him without a hassle.

"You-mbrph-your cordial body is too sweet, Caleb. It's...It was eating me...I felt like I gained fifty stones but I lost weight!" Bernard said as I walked him out of the storage room, he still looked swollen, like a bee had stung him to his belly.

"W-well, you shouldn't have been in there so I wouldn't have become this! Now I'm weird, mixed cordial goo and it's all because of you. Gah, I don't know why my thoughts are so uninterested in being mad..." I complained.

"Sweet, isn't it. So lovely and sweet...mprh!" Bernard held in a belch of fullness.

***

I watched Bernard waddle out as I felt confused. Why can't I feel so angry? My life is completely ruined. The kids, Monty...I was a freak.

I crouched down to enter back into the store an-wait, why was my neck so long?

Walking to my phone to unlock it and open the front cam, I was stared at by a mangled face. My ears had melted into pointy bits as my mouth had begun to become monster-like. Shaking my head, back stared at me a pink badger again.

Setting the phone down to see my body, my legs had begun to shorten as behind me a tail tried to morph out. With a hop, I hopped my legs longer and shrunk my tail away, leaving me with my most notable figure.

From being a standard body type,I was now very robust. Arms were featureless logs as my belly was poking out more. Those twelve or so liters made a strange difference to my anthro badger body.

A badger body that I felt melting back towards a tail and a long neck as I lost focus. Closing my eyes, I let my mind wander to take whatever shape it wanted as I felt good, shapeshifting my gel.

Opening my eyes, I looked more like a feral badger, standing on two legs with a long neck. I don't know why stubby legs felt right or...why the tiny tail sticking out from my rear felt good too.

I went to see the damage done in the storage room as I realized I'd stretched my neck through a closed door to go in. Like...I had simply seen a chance to slip through a crack and taken it. I was amazed and...happy.

The moment I wished to know if someone saw me doing this, my eyes saw the front door. And when I saw my head through the gap between the frame and the door, I'd pushed out a second one through my body to do so. Things just happened when I wanted, from any part of me...

This was...amazing. Being this fluid and made of...What was my flavor?

I stuck my finger into my "mouth" of my second head as just like that I tasted the basic cordial, made from apples, grapes and strawberries. It was THE juice cordial, so sickeningly common that I almost hated it.

Oozing more of myself into the storage room and out of view I stood amidst broken glass and shelves. A mess I'd made of Roger's pride.

Picking up a glass shard and seeing my finger easily contain it, I was rushed with an idea as I gobbled up the shards of glass and placed the shelves back, loosely as some screws had snapped. I walked to the plastic crate and excreted the bits of glass into it.

Seeing the efficacy of my actions was startling. I stared at the only bottle of cordial that did not break, it was...my blend.

Surely I had restraint to not...drink...

...I drank it and was rushed with euphoria as my mass became just half a liter more.

In the storage room I stood, resembling more a Monpocket! monster than any animal with my long, tapering neck holding my head on an unathletic body.

I was getting a bit thirsty so I drank a bottle of water...before remembering what happens to water in me as the water sweetened thousandfold into the euphoric, fattening jam that now drooled from my mouth as I swallowed back in the excess.

Within me glowed the pink jam as it swirled inside my gelatinous body, slightly converting some of my mass to more of it.

I felt like belching as the strange, swirling ball of jam gently increased fourfold in mass, into two liters. It was like I was making cordial from water inside me to dilute gels into more of my mass.

I sat down as feeling the mass swirling in me was a pleasant feeling, in my tiny belly that created light. I felt oddly proud of it as I glowed to the gentle, rubbing sensation inside me.

And the moment I tensed, the jam began to gush out of my maw as something so sugary, it almost caused me to faint as a bit of it lingered in my mouth. A sweetness that immobilized me to an extent, into a rush of calming pleasure.

The thought of once more feeding Bernard or...any other gel full of my jam to make them into an immobile ball of sweet cordial was already causing me to lose my form in the storage room as I desperately dove into my mass to treat myself with more of the nauseatingly sweet pleasure that swirled within me.

I bit into the glowing pink bubble of gooey sweetness as the taste made me moan in me, I could definitely be something sickeningly delectable, certainly.

I rushed to drink myself full from the tap as inside me, the ball of jam grew from two liters to fifteen. Diving into me I continued gobbling up my goo in a cycle of tormenting, mind-numbing pleasure that slowly morphed me to enjoy the strangest kind of autofellatio I could've dreamt of. Soon, the jam was gushing from my barely formed dick on the floor as cordial.

***

With a vacant gaze I looked at the telly that showcased the live feed of gels rampaging around, showing some melting to sludge as they were shot at with super soakers. I was gonna be alright, right? I'm not a danger being a gel myself, right?

Outside I heard pebbles being flung against the concrete as the door opened to the lyre bird lady yelping, seeing me as I casually made no eye contact but raised my arm to wave the customer on.

"Goodness you're one of those...those freaks!" She said as I'd made my best impression to disregard her presence, only to be insulted as I made eye contact with her. "I'm Caleb. I run the store. I turned against my will, miss." I said bluntly. She scoffed at my remarks. "I won't do business with the likes of you being in here, then!" She decided as I heard her steps out of the shop, with focus I kept track as I could just seal away the world and distill that sense alone.

I estimated her walking three blocks away by now as I heard the faintest shuffles now which were fading away as I blinked and was back to the empty shop.

Super, super senses. Got it. Cordial's boosted me up a notch.

The phone rang, as it did if people wanted to know if their packages had arrived or if something was in stock but this call came from Roger.

"Caleb, I heard from a friend of a friend that your drunk friend's done a number to my shop, is that right?" I heard the gravelly voice ask.

I was about to deny it to be true as in me, the thought of slipping a lie made me sick somehow. I tried to let out a "Wasn't my friend, just a strange one." But each time I tried to, a bottomless desperation opened inside me to the feelings of crushing anxiety. I spent ten seconds just trying, Roger was an old tegu, silica can not lie!

"Yes. Bernard." I said, exhaling as catharsis flushed me with a strange warmth. "Righto, last time he walzes into my shop. If he comes back you gotta find a way to stop him from drinking our juices." Roger muttered through a cough on the other end of the line.

"Don't worry Roger, I made sure he won't pester around here." I assured the owner. "Also, there's some bad news I think I need to tell you." I hesitated as keeping him in the dark also caused me anxiety. There was definitely a sense of guilt that gel rewarded if I solved with that wave of warmth. "I got turned into a gel by Bernard too." I said as that warm wave of truth tickled and eased me once again, massaging me.

"This true, lad? You sure you don't want me to take over?" Roger asked as I felt bad again. "Just...let me try. It's not causing that many pro-" I was interrupted as a masked man ran inside and shot me with a super soaker.

"DIE, FREAK!!" The anthro yelled, clothed black with his trousers modified to cover his thick tail.

The splashes missed as I reacted like I entered bullet time, though the spash of the impact still singed my shoulders and neck. I'd just expected the squirt from the soaker and responded without adrenaline. Super senses!

"Caleb? CALEB, WHAT'S HAPPENIN'?" I heard the hanging phone scream.

"Just a customer!" I tried to yell back as I slipped into a torrent of pinkish goo, a serpent along the floor as I made haste to quickly slither to the legs of the anthro as I made quick contact and reached my gel into covering his arms, careful to not break them as I definitely could mangle them with my mad strength.

The masked anthro was in my coils as I morphed my head, reaching prehensile whiskers to remove the mask.

"Holy fuck, George." I mumbled.

"Y-you freaks are not coming to Amesbury! I lost my brother to your goo, Bernard's not himself anymore even! I'll burn this place to the ground and gather us all to seal the city shut!" George rambled.

"You'll do no such thing. I'm still Caleb! You're still a loving brother to Bernard! Gel isn't changing us as anthrofolk!" I said, feeling pressure welling in me around my swirling jam. That mouth...

"You...You liar! You're nothing but a monster, a freak, a-" George said as I let my jam enter his mouth as a gentle kiss as the tension in his body disappeared. His eyes crossed, body went limp, tail wagging and a growing hardon most obvious.

"Huuhhf, it's so sweet..." George monotonously said, mouth full, as I let him drink in great gulps, feeling his swelling belly in my coils. "Drink. Relax, George." I said. "Drink...Relax..." George repeated, gulping like he was...hypnotized.

"Let's be friends, George." I said, imagining my words ring in him. "Friends..." He said back.

This was crazy.

I was running out of jam to feed as I simply thought about what I wanted him to do next.

"Stay..." George said as I uncoiled him and he collapsed on the floor, belching as I saw his belly glowing with pink goo.

I took the otter into the storage room as I was freaking out about what I'd done to him. Did I break his mind?!

Soon enough, George fell asleep. I made paces, sucking on my tail to comfort my anxiety over my pub mate's drugged up brother. I was...walking morphine!

***

His belly did not stop glowing or his erection wasn't goin' away as I stripped him to undies, just to be safe. His testicles glowed pink now too.

Eventually he reached and stretched from his nap, obviously alarmed by my glowing jam in him, yet...

"Caleb! You made me full, mate!" He yelled as he casually reached his crotch and made suggestive pulls of his foreskin. "Are you mad at gels still?" I asked. "What do you mean? Haven't you been like that for a while now?" He said, tensing as he buckled to climax a massive shot of pink cum that stained the wall, like he'd shot a super soaker blast almost as I yelped. I must be seeing things, was he...growing?

"I had a wonderful dream, Caleb. I was growing in muscle as I was drinking cups of juice." He said as honestly, he seemed larger now. As he launched the second torrent of glowing cum, his grip wasn't fully clutching the entire length of his penis as I watched his sack also inflate.

"You seein' it mate? It's a dream coming true!" George said as looking closer, my jam was circling in his body, bulging his muscles, making him glow. Actually, his legs were many inches longer and the fur around his body was acclimating to musculature as I saw the legs become marbled.

"This is... great...hnrf!" I heard him rumble as his arms bulged, belly firming as the remaining bits of juice squeezed into his sack which was now big enough for two tangerines.

George stood up, seven feet tall, chiseled as his nine inches of cock shot the final squirt of jam out.

"Thehhehe...Well, I'd best be on my way. You're a good kisser!" The giant otter said as I was in disbelief the hyperbeast of muscle was George still as he gave me a smooch back, straight on the mouth, almost trying to suck more of my jam in.

"Sorry, nothing anymore." I mumbled as I tensed backwards. George seemed visibly upset as he picked up the black clothes and tried to put them back on.

The pants shredded. "Okay, I am gonna be commando then." He said and was making thundering steps out of my store. "W-wait, I had overalls!" I yelled and pointed to the multi-species black overalls for the most robust body types.

The largest pair of them barely fit around his tail alone as George felt around. "I'm sorry if I came here mad today, Caleb, though I don't remember what for. It probably matters not." George said.

"No worries, mate, just take Bernard out for a pint for me." I said as George smiled. "Hey, that's a great idea! Maybe I'll try to arm wrestle him some more like this, that jam of yours sure is great as always!" George said, I had no clue what he meant.

***

Seeing George stomp away to confused anthros staring at the seven foot otter wearing nothing but work overalls, without boots made me content.

But still, worry ravaged me. Was George himself?! What had I done to my mate? Was my jam...steroids? What the hell had my jam done, hypnotized and grown him a peg or two?!

Before I could worry more, an older squirrel anthro walked into the store.

"If you're responsible for what happened to George then I'm all in, Caleb my boy." Mister Fidgetsworth said as I glowed in flushed confusion.

**Narrator**

Over Bristol now flew the three and a half diesel trains worth of coffee as a giant bird, inside which still desperately squirmed fifteen plump anthros all wriggling against the binding walls and tentacles of the honeycomb like interior.

At times, Evan broke his silence to stifled laughs or one-liners. "Here's a coffee break for you fucks!" He yelled amidst desperate moans as he shot deeper into his victims more goo made of sugary syrup, brimming with black coffee as an aftertaste.

At times an anthro would wee, the salt poking holes to reveal the heights at which Rocnarog flew as screams of terror tried to find their ways out through the black-brown tentacles stuffing muzzles.

"No use crying over burnouts!" Evan yelled, channeling still the rage from which he emerged as living office coffee.

Circling over Bristol, Evan analyzed the size of the warehouse which he had visually constructed to contain an approximate eight hundred kilos of coffee beans depending on the frequency of trucks going in, knowing by now the best places to find beans.

"Despite all my means I'm still just a bird made of beans." Evan sighed and launched into a dive.

Through the roof crashed Rocnarog, already scanning for capturing the slowest workers in the warehouse as a dozen tendrils reached and pulled the captured workers in the warehouse inside the coffee gel where Evan, licking his reforming beak, gently tore off butt naked the tiny beings before locking them into his tentacles, where the feel of penetrating new mouths, new butts and pussies let the bird into rapture once more as between the legs of the enormous bird slithered out a tapered, prehensile cock that began to tear into the nearest crates fully stocked with coffee beans.

The bags of beans tore and crushed into grinds inside Evan, who by now had the perfect, intricate control over what went inside him as he introduced the tonne of coffee grind into the largest bubble in him, which he inflated around the bubbles where he continued plumping up his prey. Then with a quick gaze, a crate of sugar suffered the same fate.

"Break time, ten minutes..." He muttered as the crates were empty and he took flight with ferocious force, carrying in him a difficult payload worth twenty-six adults and a tonne of coffee beans and sugar, freshly ground for the dirtiest pond water he yet dived into once more as the tiny river was enough for gulping from an ample gulp of freshwater, fish and bugs alike within, though soon it would not matter.

As with dedication to his form, Evan demorphed the pot away from the occupants as the mix of river filth and coffee started to boil.

Inside the black blob, Evan shifted his occupants to share a single giant hollow where they could see his head and burning gaze, entrapped to walls while he slowly grew. With a smile, Evan let out his enormous tongue that split to lather all over the anthros back into their separate cells as the two thousand liters of coffee gave Evan the size comparable to four and a half diesel trains or simply, an icebreaker. "Break time's over folks, freeloaders can fuck off!" He said as he let out the fattest anthros, a gerbil, an antelope and a tanuki.

Two of them were vomiting out coffee goo as the third clutched his belly, in pain from stomach aches unlike anything ever.

"Welcome to...uh...fuck you!" Evan said, before taking off.

Rocnarog almost lapsed, he had a reputation to keep and anthros to terrorize. He still had to settle with the society that crushed him.

**Caleb**

Mister Fidgetsworth was in the storage room, cumming his belly out from my jam. I tried to tell him to leave, but...I couldn't...

I was distraught. I mean sure my jam was invigorating but also brainwashing! I didn't want to brainwash elderly even if I didn't suggest them anything.

Soon, the door opened and I was handing the six-and-a-half foot squirrel of decent musculature overalls as, like before, his clothes that fit his five-foot-three-inch of a body tore.

"You're a pretty great kisser Caleb, though I wonder why my jizz was pink..." Fidgetsworth pondered.

"I stuffed you full of jam, remember?" I asked with worry.

"Oh...It was a sweet sensation indeed..." He said as he admired his rejuvenated, youthful body, though his mind needed to adapt to being fifty years younger again.

"The overalls are twenty quid, sir." I said as I offered them. I got thirty as Fidgetsworth put them on quickly and made jogging steps out before launching into a sprint out of the shop.

Maybe I shouldn't worry. I was the sweetest being, making people happy by feeding them full of regenerative super goo. My mind ventured to stuffing Roger too, so he could come back to run his business. If I'd carefully go in, while he slept and did it. Did I dare to? The thought was malicious but the intent was...good? I think? I mean, his pneumomia is bad...

***

As my shift ended I closed up shop, slurping the keys into me, I walked past Roger's house as I stopped. The window was open, the lights were turned off and Roger was well asleep.

If anyone would need my jam, it would be him.

I slithered inside as the streets were empty and silently, keys quietly jiggling in me, I let them outside the bedroom floor as I slurped myself under the door into his bedroom where he gently snored.

Before he could react to my weight on him, I prepared myself as he'd awaken and push him back into sleep as I started to push my jam out.

with the pink glow coming from his bedroom window as the only proof of my presence, I gave him ease and fulfillment with a simple command.

"Sleep, Roger. Wake up strong, Roger."

My boss, who had been ravaged by atrophying muscles, bed-ridden by pneumonia, was already bulging up as in his sleep he licked lips for the sweet taste of my cordial jam in him as I watched his belly glow pink and body shimmer.

With my good work done I slithered out into the dark, reformed as I ran home, desperate to be out of the "crime" scene of making someone a super anthro.

I slipped into my apartment as I forgot Ben, my feral pet, who now growled at my gel appearance.

"Ben, it's me, Cale-" I managed to say before the shepherd dog launched to bite me as on instinct I let my jam speak instead.

"Down, Ben!" I thought as my dog, mouth full of jam and eagerly gulping it down, yawned and flopped into sleep.

Sighing, I kept walking from the entryway towards the kitchen when I saw the living room mirror and...my appearance!

My goopy teeth, my jester ears, eyes like chalk lines. I'd forgotten to keep my mustelid muzzle from deforming back into this weird face...but...was I deforming?

Or maybe I just saw myself as a weird, toony monster with a goofy smile as I pushed out jam like treats.

Tasting my jam brought me pleasant thoughts as I found my body solidifying closer towards this...weird dinosaur shape. This wide snout, those swirly, useless nostrils, these nubby feet and...decently lumbered arms. Though my neck was my pride as my smile with my mouth open revealed my glowing maw, drooling jam, my lower chin ending like a beak.

I drank myself heftier in water, more than I drank before as I pushed out my tail and sucked jam from the tip, as I ventured to sleep, feeling the four gallons of tap water in me slowly churn into jam and then through pleasant releases still into cordial as I grew a bellyful of water into more mass and a bigger tomorrow!

On the living room floor, I slept like a cloud.

**Roger**

In my dream I was chased down by a dinosaur that, instead of gulping me down its gullet, riddled me full of the wettest kisses as he tried for my private parts as I writhed in fresh grass.

Waking up on me bed, things were just as weird.

I clutched my glowing body that was emptying into my over-sized balls as I, like possessed, reached for my cock as it jumped eagerly like I was twenty again!

A few pulls and out flew this pink, glowy goo from my body that I felt...Slowly massage the lot of me bigger as I felt...good. Better than...ever before.

I heard my belly churning, my veins rushing in the weird pink goo that desperately pushed out as big shots of jizz from my penis like no tomorrow as I felt my legs reach beyond the end of my bed, my shoulders flexed outside the sides as my limbs were just...stocked.

With a final burst of the morning I sat up, bed creaking as I stood up, crouching as I couldn't believe...My snout reached the ceiling. My tail felt weightless, muscled behind me as my old scales were like I shed for the first time!

Crouching to the hallway, I heard the boards creak like never before as with focus, I heard chatter too. Words, distinctly. The lyre bird in the cáfe a couple blocks away that often talked on the phone when I made my way to my store...I could hear her, crystal clear.

As I took a step I heard the keys jiggle. These were...

Caleb.

You actually just broke in here, fed me with your sick goo and left?

I...

I gotta offer that lad a pint.

As I opened the bathroom, I stared at the eight-foot of tegu muscle, I was just a brick shithouse.

I grabbed the largest pair of trousers I had as no shirt made it without tearing over me.

Outside, I picked up my rusty bike like it was a fork and bent it. This was savage!

I made my way towards the shop as the lyre bird dropped her phone seeing me. "You alright there, miss?" I asked as a sprint barely burned my muscles.

Reaching for my phone I was gonna give a very warm word to Caleb of his ample vacation before...I heard an approaching thunder as-

-I heard the coffee shop blow up, with ample sloshes following the sound of every bit of garden chair and -table twisting under the weight of that...

...Behind me was black tar like feathers of a raven, a laughing beak of a giant one solidified as I saw the outlines of fat folk in it. The lyre girl was ripped of her jacket and even...My gods!

What was that wretched monstrosity?!

**Caleb**

With a yawn and a rub of a belly empty from jam I solidified to stand as I was a better nine feet now.

Ben was panting as he eagerly jumped to lick me, the animal had made messes on the floor I had to clean up as instead, the pools of cordial entered me again and the floor was clean.

"You've grown a bit, matey!" I said to Ben as he barked, the dog was two inches taller.

Preparing for work with keys in me and opening the door, my phone rang. R-Roger must be pleased to be young, I think.

"Hello?" I asked.

"CALEB! THIS...BIRD IT'S KILLING YOU'RE...HELP US!" I heard before the call was hung. Instantly slapping the door shut as the window in it broke I took tepid steps before like second nature I unraveled enormous wings from my back to fly me above the roofs as...The ship-sized black raven tore into the cafe.

Anger. RAGE! WHAT ALLOWS YOU TO HURT MY MATES?!

I made maddened flaps as the jackdaw looking ugly turkey saw me. I dove in!

"What the fuck was that?" The bird asked.

"YOU'LL FIND OUT!!" I yelled.

**Narrator**

To Evan the pink dinosaur was just another boon to please as every tentacle he wrapped around the gel dried up.

"What..." Evan asked as in him emanated a shimmering, pink glow as the payload felt ...heavy. Like gulping a gallon of cream.

"Huff..." Evan let out as the titanic raven mythic sat on its arse to cradle the growing ball of pink jam in him. Inside he was being eaten and pushed into impossible sweetness.

"What's...What are you doing to me." Rocnarog asked as he heard a thundering whisper.

FREE THEM.

Like ice cream, he melted as the anthros scrambled out of the melting coffee gel that was becoming swollen everywhere around the house-sized ball of pink jam.

Then...The ball stopped growing as Evan cried in fear. "My work's not done yet! I need to file this one still!" He said as he felt a teasing tail reach from between his legs. A tickle, a curl and a squeeze caused Rocnarog's prehensile member harden to the shape of a tapering tip that was writhing against the painfully full belly as Evan let out a desperate screech. "IM SO FULL! WHYYY!!" He could only say as around his cock wrapped the pink intruder like a spring, latching on it's goopy teeth as he nibbled and teased for the mythic gel to release it's mass for Caleb to swallow.

And so, like a diesel train, the first burst deformed Caleb into a formless, pink glow of pleasure as the tentacles around the bird's phallus girthed tenfold to squeeze stronger as like a lightning, the second squeeze came out to let Caleb into a ravenous hunger as he reformed into the giant beast with a blunt tail and a lanky neck, clutching the RV sized raven for the last burst of spunk as still, there was the fourth load that desperately churned Evan's mass to itself as Rocnarog was in pained, pleasured, sad, happy tears of confusion before out came the last dollop of squeezed seed from the defeated raven into the towering, sixty-foot tall round dino of a dragon of a cartoon.

And then, Caleb opened his mouth as it all settled to a belch.

UMBROOAARRPBLH!!!

Windows shattered as Caleb pounded his belly to settle. "Excuse me." The booming voice said as he reached for the anthro-sized Evan.

The little black bird in his arms like a baby, crying in anger. "Bad gel. Shame on you." He said bluntly.

"FUCK YOU! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY DID!! THEY PUT ME THROUGH A HUNDRED PRINTED EXCEED TABLES I HAD TO DIGITALIZE. I WAS OVERWORKED. I WAS ALONE. AND THEN...IT WAS ALL NOTHING. FOR NOTHING!!!" Evan yelled before bursting to tears again.

"I'm sorry you've been in pain." Caleb said as he licked the little raven before letting out a massive tide of jam to swallow Rocnarog.

"Love again. Don't carry hardship with you like this." Evan heard as he stilled to a confused warmth in the jam, nibbling and eventually hogging more of it into itself like crazy as he once more felt his belly round itself with the jam as he wished to only feel fulfilled.

To Caleb, the scene was a mess.

"Things alright here?" He asked, extending his head down to the thirty or so freed anthros, some americans, some brits.

"Thank you for releasing me, mister..." One said with a Louisiana accent.

Caleb Moherty, right? Or was he more now? Did he want to be charged with whatever crime happened here as an accomplice? Was he going to lie. No, a nickname for now.

"Goober. I, ermm...Can make you all fit again if you need." He said as the round anthros clutched their bellies full of stomach pain and sugar.

***

Many anthros fed from Goober's jam as Evan was a pleasant, leaking mess on the sidewalk, offering apologies and promises to whoever wanted to hear them.

Amidst his delicate kisses of jam, Caleb's boss appeared with springy steps, trousers barely fitting as he saw the scene.

"Caleb?" The tegu anthro asked, seeing the sixty-foot dinosaur on the road feeding anthros with his jam. A second head appeared from the tip of his tail as Caleb jumped in fright slightly, to an impressive height I add.

"Hi...boss." Caleb said, slightly bashful of what his jam had made the frail, old man into.

"Caleb, you've given me and all the others their youth back. Your jam's making superheroes. You...made whatever that giant bird was into that!" Roger said, pointing at Evan who was lazily stroking it while rubbing his pink, glowing belly.

"I know and...I'm sorry for...Breaking in. I just wanted you to feel well again." Caleb said.

"Feel well? You've turned me into a super being. You fed me too much even. I almost toppled the delivery van as I leaned into it. But...I think I'm grateful for you giving back my life, lad." Roger said as he neared for a kiss, like someone instructed him to, as from the talking tail rushed twenty liters of Caleb's jam, which Roger knew would push him beyond eight feet.

"I'm...not quite sure why I did that." Roger added.

"It's for the broken shelf in the storage room." Caleb said.

With a smile, Roger continued walking as he began to shimmer pink, inches accumulating already to every bit of his being.

Caleb turned once more to the cascade of jam he messed the street with as anthros of all sizes desperately feasted in the pool.

***

Come morning, Caleb found himself forty-five feet tall, surrounded by anthros taller than ten feet, in bodies no-one should have as he saw the little things dream on with glowing bellies of jam.

Looking into the sky, Caleb wondered if there were other places where his gift was needed. Perhaps, his "Goobed" anthrofolk were safe with his jam running in their veins.

But in Amesbury, he could provide shelter to anthros that wished to remain as themselves. And his mates were here. Who abandons mates?

With stubby legs the weird dinosaur pondered the stillness of the city and began to walk, greet and listen to let anyone who wished to feed themselves with his potent jam, which, the silica found much too sweet to convert anthros that had the miracle substance within their bellies and veins. Evan, somberly asleep, still dreamt of stuffing himself with more of Goober jam, which was beyond any pleasure anthros had given him as the little raven had a hiccup and a belch, softening ever more his coffee gel body to nuzzle the swirling jam his body was captivated by.

**10 years later**

Amesbury. That blessed, pink dome. Inside roamed gods and goddesses of furs, feathers and scales, as they all drank from Goober, some venturing with helpful gels to bring more anthros from around the world to the bastion for anthros that kept the mortals young, together, full and protected.

This miracle city, spanning twenty miles by now, was beyond hunger and hardship as under the pink sky, life continued as normal. Outside the dome was jungle, macros and leviathans.

On the streets walked a giant dinosaur, letting the super beings drink freely from his tail to boost some of the anthros beyond thirty feet by now.

In Amesbury, where you needed to take a few turns when you flew from the megatrees of Bristol to the vertical forests that was London, life was sacred.

To Caleb, every pub story, every mate, every new graffiti was life that he could live vicariously with, as the infertile, overly-sweet cordial meant no gelspring for him. Yet he wasn't alone, as Bernard was by now his lover as years went by. Roger couldn't exactly fit into his store anymore and was renovating houses with others to help the giant anthros still live.

The cloudseeder phlogel, Timon, crept along the dome to let rain fall as it did outside as the biosphere Amesbury was botanically significant, representing the UK from a time when bananas did not grow wild on the islands. Similarly Rocnarog or Evan joined the pubs for cups of coffee while everyone else had juice flavored with apples, grapes and strawberries. Not much else could be made, aside from apple cider.

Like a strange dream the world of Gelspring was. One Caleb was happy to shield anthros from as the maternal ward and the schoolyard were examples of organic life continuing on in peace. Food was only a problem in variety. Rice and beans, soy and wheat.

By now, Caleb wasn't repulsed by the idea of letting his mind wander when he fed anthros as he gave them the sweetest thoughts that made them love each other ever more. Such strength was in his hypnosis that he only used it if one wished...and many did. As in the absence of alcohol, the only other drug anthros could get high on was the pink dinosaur.

So would the giant men in front of the pub wait for their turns as Goober made them dazed silly for days while they fed with his jam. Around Amesbury, one found these filled folk, sleeping in moist dreams that they woke from to the sweetest daze. Roger too, had spent once two months in the bliss, letting his glowing body be possessed by only the most pleasant releases of glowing jam as he held to the hallucinogenic substance Gooper amply made for all to enjoy.

And in Amesbury, a city full of a million anthros, life was bliss made from the sweetest jam and pleasant dreams.