The Doe in the Goo A-01
#2 of The Doe in the Goo
A tiny opossum girl and a huge wolf dudebro meet. He's what he looks like, but she... isn't. And soon, neither is he.
"Hey they, alpha-stud. Lookin' for a little girl to breed?" The dark brown furred opossum trying to get his attention on the street from the alley was maybe 13 years old at most and a little under 5 feet tall with those stilettos of hers. She wore a pink-and-blue workout top over a skinny a-cup that, at a closer look, showed a pair of hardening nipples unhindered by any underwear; the top was cut, probably with a pair of scissors, so that it only went down far enough to hide her teenage breasts, leaving her flat, slightly toned belly for the world to see. Her skirt, a matching pink-and-blue, came barely halfway down her thigh, and as if on command, she lifted her flexible leg and did the mid-air splits, resting it against the wall to show that she wasn't wearing any underwear down their either.
"Mmmm, yeah baby possum, you lookin' for a date?" The gray-furred wolf, in his mid-twenties and 6'5'', was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, not exactly pickup clothes but he was on the way home from his morning jog. Both the hoodie and the pants were a little tight, and it was obvious that a) he was extremely well-built, and b) he was very well hung, 8 inches flacid, and getting hard to the thought of pounding a morning streetwalker like the opossum before him.
"Yeah, top-dog. You gonna take me home?" The opossum walked out of the alley shade and put her small, delicate hands around his tenting sweats, feeling for herself just how meaty his mighty shaft was. "Oooo, gotta big boy down here." Her voice was already high and childish, but she gave it a little squeak. "Take me home and show me? Huh? Please, Mister?"
"Oh I'll show you, baby-possum... You wanna ride doggy home?" He lifted her onto his back and ran the rest of the way, causing her to giggle and pretend she was flying.
"Ya want me to shower, Mister?"
"Nah, that's fine. I'm not gonna shower either, though!" He'd brought her to a run-down little cottage off the side of the road, a quarter-mile of forest away from anyone else. The yellowing wallpaper was peeling, the windows were small and mildewed, and the floor was smooth, cool, exposed concrete foundation. It was a three-room deal, including the tiny bathroom, and what wasn't the little kitchen was a bed and living room with a mirror and a TV below it. "Hey, babygirl, you a screamer?"
"Mmm... I can be if you want. Why, you want me to scream as you force that bitchtamer into me, Mister?" She hopped onto the bed and sat up on her knees, arching back just a little bit to push her tiny breasts out.
"Yeah babygirl, that's what I want. You wanna see what I got first?" When she nodded eagerly, the wolf zipped off the hoodie to show his extremely muscular upper body, posing a little first before slowly slipping his sweatpants down. "Bam!" His dick, 12 inches long and 2 1/2 inches thick, jumped up as soon as it was free of the elastic. It was, along with his magnificent body, his pride and joy, and he loved showing them off as much as he could get away with.
She watched as he bobbed it around a little, licking her lips and squeezing her skinny thighs together as she imagined what the pre-cum already beading at the tip might taste like in her. "I bet you wanna punish me with it, don'cha? Maybe I should run away - you can pin me down and fuck me good and hard while I try to run away..." She brought her index finger to her lips, and began to suck on it like a lollypop.
"Nah, little babygirl possum like you, I gotta worry about breakin' on accident," he laughed. There was a little truth in it though, as she was maybe 80 pounds of pretty rodent fur and bones, and he was 240 pounds of Grade-A pussy-breaking muscle.
"You don' need'ta be gentle with me - I can take it, Mister!" She tossed herself back onto the bed and stretched her flexible legs all the way to her sides. "C'mon, fuck me like a man, Mister! I'm all wet for your big, hard, doggydick, see?" She ran a finger down her little cunnylips, and showed it to him, showing him the wetness her finger had brought up.
It smelled like little-girl pussy, and that was all he needed. He jumped onto the bed before she could even get her top off and grabbed her ankles as her lined his twitching dick up for its first fuck of the day. "Good thing you're all wet...!" he growled as he suddenly shoved it into her.
Somehow, that tiny, slender opossum frame of hers had enough space inside for his footlong fuckrod. She was tight, tight enough that he could feel every square inch of his dick rubbing against her inner pussy when he bottomed out against her cervix, and so tight that he could keep pounding in and out of her, yet each time felt like the first.
She'd wrapped her skinny little legs around his waist not long into his pussy pistoning, and it amused him that they couldn't even touch behind him. But, truth be told, he had a thing for rodent feet - soft, warm, furless rodent feet, soles, and toes - and without slowing down, he brought her legs back around and flat against his chest as he licked and sucked her salty, tiny little girlpaws, causing her to giggle from the sudden tickling from his wolf's tongue.
Something about the additional fetish was playing a number on his heavy balls, and he felt a large morning load bubble up. "Babygirl... gonna... cum...!"
"In me! Mister! I'm on the pill, go ahead and cum in me!" she squeaked.
That was all he needed, and he came in her harder and heavier than he ever did, a paralyzing wave of pleasure washing over him as his dick pounded her cervix with each spurt and twitch until he was "out" and flat on the bed. "Oohhmaaaan, babygirl. That was the best cum, best cum ever!" He didn't normally pass out after cumming, but this time, he felt himself wanting to fall asleep, probably due to the exercise from earlier as well as now.
He wasn't out for very long, and it was more like he'd just closed his eyes for a moment. His legs felt like jello, and the best cum of his life clearly had left some after-effects, because he certainly didn't feel like moving for a while, let alone hard enough for another round. But, maybe a minute had passed before the opossum was sitting on his chest, her petite little footsies against his face. "Suck on 'em Mister, until you get hard again! You like my feet, don'cha?" she commanded in that squeaky voice of hers, a little lower than before.
"Oh god, babygirl, you're everything I need, aren't you..." He did just that, and it wasn't long before he was hard again. "Here, why don't ya ride me this time." He sat up, allowing his 9x2 inch pussy-wand to thrust up at a rideable angle.
"Sure, Mister!" The opossum got right on it, and began hilting him, her feet solidly on the bed as she sawed away. Now that she was in front of him, he could see that she actually had some muscle definition. Nothing special, and about what you'd expect from an active teen who kept an eye on her health, particularly from a 5'2 or 5'3 opossum girl with a good eye for big dicks like her.
After a few minutes though, his mouth wanted something to do, so he pulled her top up and off, and started sucking on those teen nipples of hers coming off that pert B-cup she was bouncing around with each pass. And it was a few minutes after that that he felt that familiar feeling churning in his balls again. "I'm gonna cum again, babygirl!"
"Do it in me, Mister! You can't knock me up, but I wan'ya to try!"
"uuuUUUURRRR...!" Again, her teen tits and her enticing words pushed him past the edge, and he spurted another load deep into his opossum lover's pussy, against her womb. Since it was his second cum of the day, it definitely felt like less than before, and he was once again drained of any will to stay upright.
When he came to again, only a few minutes had passed. Once again, he was so drained that he didn't think he could even move, he was so numb with residual pleasure, and once again she was on his chest with her feet in his face. This time, she was lying flat on him, boobs-down, her toes pointing into his long mouth, but the angle meant her could see all of her medium-sized opossum soles as she encouraged him to suck them again. "And while ya do, I'll suck ya right back up!"
He felt her mouth completely engulf him, her soft, warm rodent tongue on his dick without resistance or teeth, felt himself getting hard up to his maximum 6 by 1 1/2 inches as they both worked each other with their tongues. The haze of sexual pleasure never left him now, but in his more lucid moments he felt like the little opossum girl he'd picked up wasn't actually so little. It was probably due to sexual exhaustion more than anything else, but she felt heavier on him, and the haze was probably making her look bigger, too; he felt like she was shorter than 5'8'' when they'd first met.
It wasn't long before he was hard again, and ready for another round. But this time, she had other ideas. "Do you think you can fuck my ass this time, Mister?" she asked in that mid-teen voice of hers, lying down on the bed next to him. "Cum in my ass, Mister, all the way into my guts!"
And how could he resist? He mustered up all the strength he had, fighting through the sexual paralysis his body felt, pushing himself to fuck the willing young opossum girl like the big Alpha he was. He grabbed her tail with one hand and fiddled her C-cups with the other as he took advantage of her earlier lubrication and slid his babymaker easily into her waiting tailhole.
In, out, in, out, in, out - as tight and wet as her slippery teen pussy had been, his dick was being massaged by her anal cavity whenever he moved inside her. Impressive muscle control, he'd thought (spreading the capacity to do so over several minutes of sex-blinding miasma), but not surprising given how she looked like she'd been hitting the gym a lot, even from such a young age. Truth be told, he liked the idea of having a muscular teen goddess as a fuck friend, and wished this morning would last forever.
It felt like forever, thanks to the exhaustion building in his body, but soon he was moaning like a skinny club skank in heat as he felt a third cum building inside him. It really was too much, but his cums were so powerful, and she was so baby-pretty and willing, that he couldn't help himself. "Again! Gonna... cum again!"
"Do it Mister! Cum in me again! Show me how strong you are! Fuck me in both my holes! Put me on a leash and make me walk around on my hands and knees with your cum leaking out everywhere! Show the world I'm yours!" she cried out, and as he threw everything he had into slamming into her, she growled with each hilting: "Fuck! Me! Like! A! Real! Alpha! Male!"
He came so hard it hurt a little, like he was burning off a couple hours of his life in exchange for mind-blowing pleasure. And as he drifted off into unconsciousness again, he wished he could fuck her forever and thought "I love this babygirl..."
When he next awoke, he had no strength in his limbs at all. It felt like a struggle just to take a deep breath, and he was making do with the shallowest breathing he could get away with. His eyelids were like 30-pound weights, and he really didn't want to do anything involving movement for the rest of the day.
"Hey, sleepyhead. You up for another round?"
He had to smack his lips a couple of times before his mouth would work well enough to form a reply. "Awwww... Babygirl, I'm exhausted. You really drained me like no one else."
"Oooo, interesting choice of words." Her tone was amused now, not the excited prey of before, but a predator playing with her food.
It took a moment for him to catch on. Her voice wasn't that of a child anymore, and it sounded like she was speaking to him from a higher location. "Why's... that?"
"Open your eyes and take a look, Alpha wolf."
He did. She'd propped him up against the wall at some point, and he could see the room rather than just the ceiling.
The opossum wasn't a little babygirl anymore, and while she was still youngish, she now looked to be in her late teens. More importantly, she was at least 6'4'' with a bodybuilder's build and a pert D-cup, her muscles bulging as much as his did... but then he looked down, and then the mirror facing the bed.
He wasn't the 6'5'' musclebound obviously Alpha male he was a couple hours ago, not anymore. Judging by the size of the bed and his reflection, now he was about 5'1'' and 95 pounds, with no muscular definition to speak of - fur and bones, just like she'd been earlier. "What... what did you do to me?" The sudden shock jolted his mind back into action, though it was dawning on him that it might be far too late to do anything about it.
"Oh, I just drained you like no one else, Alpha-stud." Now she was mocking and superior, putting a lesser animal into its place and enjoying it. "Every time you came into me, I sucked away a little bit more of your strength and size. You were, what, 25 before? Lifetime in the gym, breaking in vigin girls since puberty? Well I took that away. All of it. Look at you, Alpha-stud - you're like, in grade school now. You're a helpless kid, like you thought I was."
It was true. He definitely felt powerless, and completely at the amazon's mercy. The exhaustion, coupled with the sudden loss of his masculinity and the massive, visible increase in her strength, took away all his hope of winning or escaping. "I... Give it back..." he whispered.
"No. In fact, 'cause I'm bored, I'm just going to take even more from you. You see this?" She leaned over, showing off her newly formed height, and propped up his wilted little boy-penis with a single, disgusted finger. "Oh god, you're so tiny now. I mean, look at this." She flicked it a couple of times. "You're not even an inch long now. When you're hard, if you can get hard that is, you're gonna be like, 3 inches. Any other time, your worthless little penis would get you branded an Omega."
It was true. It wasn't a "dick" anymore. It wasn't "mighty", nor was it someting that could tame a bitch. It wasn't a "fuckrod" or a "pussy-wand" or a "babymaker", and he knew it was just because no sane and willing partner - female, male, trans, herm, or any other permutation of sexuality - would ever consent to allowing it to get within a foot of their own pleasure. All it was now, was a penis, a piece of anatomy useful only to pee while standing, and even then he would need to aim the flow with his hand. "I'm... It's not..."
"Show me, then. Show me that you're not a useless clit-dicked twerp. Show me that you can please a goddess like me."
He tried to, he really did. But he just couldn't move anymore. He didn't want to admit it, but was forced to realize that... it was true.
The superior opossum laughed at his predicament and his negligable strength. "Oh wow. You are meaningless now, aren't you. I wonder if those itty-bitty baby balls of yours even make sperm any more." She flicked one, HARD, and chuckled when he cried out. "They might be inert, but at least they still have nerve endings."
"Why are you doing this to me?" he moaned, once the pain had subsided enough, and he wasn't sure if he was on the verge of tears because of that or the severe blow to his confidence.
She tossed the pillows onto the floor at the foot of the bed, then "Because you're a - no, sorry, you were a big strong Alpha, and I just really love taking that away from a male. Now pucker up boy, it's Hammer Time."
The wolf, now barely a male at all, could only whimper as the supple, muscular opossum lifted him by his ankles and held him above the pillows as she sat down. "What..."
"You can't please me anymore except by sacrificing the last tiny bit of proof that you're a male, to me and my greatness. I'm going to suck it out of you..." she trailed off into laughter as he felt her mouth and lips and tongue and teeth close gently over what was left of his once-proud genitalia.
He felt his waste of a penis grow harder, and from what little he could see of it in the mirror, saw that it was indeed no more than 3 inches long now. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see 'himself' disappear... But, perhaps as a cruel mercy or joke, he felt her now rather large feet rub his face. "Lick them, Omega. Suck them like you did before. Worship me! Make that your last action as a male!" Part of him didn't want to, but another part of him decided to enjoy his last few moments as a barely-functioning male, and he began to lick and suckle at his new goddess' splendorous feet.
As before, it wasn't long before he felt an orgasm well up in his groin. He could tell that it was going to be very weak and not productive, but felt thankful that he was still capable of having one. He realized that if he held off, he would stay a male for just that much longer... but found that it didn't matter. She was sucking the orgasm out of him, not even giving him a choice in the matter. He wanted to warn her, tell her that he was about to cum, out of what remaining chivalry he had left, but couldn't. He realized that what was about to drip out of his penis could not be called "cum", and even his former pre-cum was more potent.
Everything combined into the weakest, least-satisfying orgasm of his life, yet he still moaned into his captor's soles, not for the fleeting, final pleasure he was going to feel as a male, but out of dawning horror that he'd just climaxed from his complete emasculation. In fact, he might have hardened and orgasmed spontaneously, if she'd kept on telling him in detail how worthless he was...
But now he would never know.
She lifted him back up and lay him gently on the bed as he slipped out of consciousness, and the last thing he heard was "Congratuations - you're not even an Omega wolf male anymore"...
His first thought on waking up was "I'm alive?", given the extreme exhaustion he'd felt before passing out.
His first action was to look at the mirror... to see that he was no longer a 'he' in any sense of the word. There was a fawn doe lying on the bed, 5'1'', skinny, with cute little B-cups (at best) and a wet pussy between her svelte legs. Absolutely nothing about her appearance indicated strength of any kind, and there probably wasn't a male, female, or child alive who couldn't overpower her and force her to pleasure them...
...and the flash of heat in his new pussy as he thought this made him uncomfortable.
"Awake, babygirl?" the opossum asked, standing near "his" side.
"What'd you do to- eep!" His voice, too! It wasn't his anymore, it was the doe's.
"You're a girl in everything but mind now, top-dog. And me? I'm more a male than you ever were. Have a look!"
He turned to look at her. She hadn't gained too much size since he'd last seen her, but now she had a large horsecock between her legs, a matching pair of balls beneath it. It was bigger than his ever was, maybe 15 inches long and 3 inches wide, and was already beading with pre-cum. "Oh no..." he whispered.
"That's right. I was never going to get pregnant from your pathetic Omega sperm, but that doesn't mean I can't knock you up in your new body, now does it." She licked her grinning lips and began crawling onto the bed, over the young doe. "I'd say you're my new bitch, but that's not really true, now is it."
Without even allowing him a second to prepare himself, the opossum thrust into his tiny pussy, suddenly stretching an already tight hole to new widths, and breaking through his little hymen in the process. The pain was intense, as though tearing off a fingernail-sized scab off his nipple, but it was also quick, and his pussy was soon used to the immense shaft forcing its way into his heart.
The pleasure that followed was mind-blowing. What little conscious thought he had left couldn't believe that sex felt this way for a female, a sexual high balanced, maybe even increased, by the pains of intrusive friction and concussive pressure against what must be his cervix. It felt like... he was riding the edge of a normal orgasm, shooting right past the tightness and warmth a pussy gave him, and permanently five thrusts away from a heavy, "warm" cum. "Oh god..." he moaned, in between lusty pants that wouldn't normally come from (he thought) a straight male.
"You like it already, do you? Good. Because I have some news for you: when I stole your masculinity, I also took away your ability to orgasm on your own! You don't get to cum unless I let you, little bitch - oh, I guess you are my new bitch, bitch." She spoke down to him, eyes open, without even needing to look.
He moaned at the feel of his carnal freedom disappearing... and again when it registered that she could speak normally as she plowed into him, even though she was matching his previous pace, as if fucking was as routine for her as running had been for him. He couldn't cum without her, and there was absolutely no doubt left that she was his better now. Whatever little shard of ego he had left shattered inside him, along with any confidence he had of being a male again, let alone an Alpha. Even if she somehow regained her former body and masculinity and girth and length...
...She'd just want to be fucked and controlled by her.
As if picking up on this, the opossum increased her pace and began to tense. "I like 'em tiny and tight, bitch, and you're just the perfect match for me. Hope you're ready to be a mommy, babygirl, 'cause I'm gonna cum soon."
"Yes, Alpha-Goddess. Breed me! Make me your babymommy!" she moaned, unable to say anything else in the fog of pleasure.
"Cum with me, babygirl. Be a good slut and cum for your Alpha-Goddess!"
The former wolf felt the mighty babymaker thrusting into her twitch, and then the feel of hot cum flooding into her, more than she'd pumped out all morning combined. She felt completely and utterly defeated for a moment, before her own orgasm started - and it was incredible! All five of her senses shut down, overpowered by her orgasmic sixth, and from her fingertips to her hairtips, her body was immense, world-shaking pleasure, the likes of which she'd never felt as a male, and would have trouble feeling with anyone else as a female. Her moans became screams broken by gasps, and soon she couldn't even tell she was screaming.
She couldn't tell how long it had lasted, or when they'd moved apart, but as she floated in a post-orgasmic sea of white and paralysis, she thought she heard the opossum say "Guess I turned you into a screamer..."
It was the last thing the former wolf heard...
When Pearl woke up, she was herself again, in her own body - 15, 5'1'', 90 pounds, a pretty doe who'd never been anything else. "Wow," she breathed, and it took some time to recover enough to say even that. This wasn't her first time roleplaying Goo-style, but Goo had never hacked her mind to make her believe that she was a musclehead wolf like that before, nor had she split some of herself off to form "his" body... There was nothing quite like it, and Pearl knew she was a lucky, lucky girl to have someone like Goo.
For her part, Goo was a puddle of mostly pink, partially blue slime covering the floor. She'd explained to Pearl once that, after a particularly heavy meal of orgasmic energy (just what was radiated off), she liked to revert to that form to "enjoy the meal", and likened it to falling asleep in the sunlight. When she heard Pearl stirring, she reformed herself into the muscular herm version of her preferred opossum avatar, standing next to the bed. "I'm glad you're awake. It's been a couple of hours, and you were sleeping like the dead."
"I don't think I can do that just any day." Pearl's pussy was sore, but then so was the rest of her body. Her body might well have been gelatin, for all the control she had over it. "That was amazing. Do you do it to others too?" she asked, feeling a little insecure and self-conscious about their relationship.
"No, just with you. Everyone else, I stop at that first one," she said, running her hand along the doe's cheek. Goo worked as a prostitute now, under a number of personas, and earned more than a thousand a week while she fed. Not being able to get pregnant or catch diseases while being pretty much immortal meant that she did quite well for herself, but with everyone else she was acting out a role. She was herself with Pearl, only Pearl, and she'd bought the little cottage they'd just played in all morning for the sole purpose of having a place to play with the girl who'd saved her life, and she'd quickly fallen for. "You get me for the whole day Pearl, just you."
"Can... Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, what's up?"
"...where did you get 'now pucker up boy, it's hammer time'?"
"Yeah, I got that from some TV show. Why, was that too much?"
"I would've laughed if you'd let me," she tittered.
"Oh really?" Goo got up onto the bed and assumed an aggressive, predatorial stance over Pearl's prone body, looking for all the world like a overmuscled sex addict ready to violate another virgin. "Now pucker up girl, it's Hammer Time!"
Pearl tried not to laugh for a moment, but cracked up anyway. Goo joined in soon after, and soon they were both on the bed, the presently massive opossum spooning the smaller, petite doe, her flacid monster dick slowly absorbing back into her body to make space for the pretty little brown-and-white tail.
"I love you, Alpha-Goddess," Pearl whispered sleepily.
"I love you too, Pearl," Goo whispered back, leaning over and kissing her before they both dozed off.