tales from the lab 1: Jeff and the goo monster
#1 of tales from the lab
tales from the lab!
many creatures have entered these labs over its indeterminably long existence. this is the story of just one of its victims.
Jeff picked himself up, groaning slightly and shaking his head. the crawl through the air vents had been uncomfortable, and the subsequent ten foot drop from the ceiling had only added to his pains. he picked himself up and looked around... strange.
like the room he had just escaped from, it was a featureless cube, the walls, roof and floor made of a 10 by 10 grid of plain white squares. each seemed to be glowing, suffusing the room with light - save for the black square marking where the Doberman had broken his way in.
in one corner of the room, however, was a spindly table made of some black wood. the muscular dog stretched, rubbing his sore muscles down before walking over to it. perched neatly atop the table was a jar of what appeared to be... lime jelly? as he picked it up and turned it over, he noticed a simple, printed label attached to the back of the jar.
"DO NOT OPEN"
sound advice, he thought to himself... it's a pity he was going to ignore it, really. his stomach rumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since he'd entered this godforsaken place. greedily, he twisted the lid off the jar... only to have his arm almost torn off as the substance inside erupted violently out! he swore to himself, dropping the jar. it rolled to the side, continuing to spew out the gunk, which soon formed a sizeable pile. it twitched languidly, making the doberman shiver and retreat to the far corner. he should have known that the damn thing wasn't to be trusted. this lab was insane, and he was probably going to die here...
his eyes bugged out as what could only be described as a tendril raised out of the gunk. lime green and transluscent, Jeff was reminded of ... a nose? there was something in the way that it curled and rotated around, as though sniffing.... He tensed himself, and pounced to the side, but too slow! the tendril wrapped around his leg, squeezing it tight enough to cut off the bloodflow. the dog yelped, trying to dig his claws into the ceramic floor. he scoured deep lines, and actually prevented the blob from dragging him into it. he relaxed his limbs, and was just pulling himself up when the gunk bullrushed him, slamming him against the wall and crushing the air from him. he struggled against it, but it held him against the wall with ease.
suddenly, he felt a cold sensation... the creature was pulling away! it held him in place with a gooey tentacle on each of his ankles and wrists, but it wasn't suffocating him! he panted and relaxed somewhat, sinking down the wall and pushing his hips away from it.
these few inches of gap gave the tentacle monster an oppourtunity, it seemed, for the moment Jeff moved, the beast wrapped another tendril around his stomach, locking his hips outwards. he bit his lip, and blinked... surely the creature wasn't planning to...
his train of thought was rudely interrupted by the very thing he'd dreaded: a cool, oddly firm tendril of goo was pressing in between his asscheeks, spreading them slightly as it slicked them up. he let out a yelp of shock, bucking his hips wildly and thrashing around, an utterly futile attempt at escape that only managed to inch the tendril into his rump, stretching the tight, virgin ring of skin there. the poor dog groaned at the odd sensation... evidently his twitching had excited the creature. he tried keeping as still as possible. perhaps it was just curious and would leave him alone... he had to hope it would leave him... he gave a grunt, squeezing his eyes shut as the centre of the tendril seemed to become runny, almost making it like a hosepipe, it was pumping his rear slowly full of gunk, picking up its pace even as it did so, thrusting into the tingling insides of the dog... he gasped in surprise at these thrusts... they didn't feel half bad!
he gasped at himself, shocked that he'd even been able to think that. the gunk must be somehow drugged, he thought to himself muzzily... he looked down, and was ashamed to see how aroused he was becoming. even as he twitched his neck, his rock hard cock tapped against the tendril holding his waist, prompting it to swarm down his shaft, slickening it and getting a feel for it... moments later, the tendril thrusting into him stopped pumping and thickened up... though the doberman couldn't see it, the tentacle had formed into a facsimile of his own cock, complete with knot, though grossly large: easily a foot and a half long, with the knot five inches across.
the dog groaned out in discomfort as the shaft speared him, sinking six slick inches into him on the first thrust. he closed his eyes and arched his head back, only to have his mouth stuffed with another tendril. it wrapped around the back of his head, stopping him from spitting it out, before it thrusted inwards, pumping more of the gunk into his stomach, actually swelling it out visibly. when the doberman felt he was going to suffocate, it pulled away, giving him a moment to breathe before fucking his mouth relentlessly.
with each dose of the gunk that filled him, he felt a little more of his mind slip away... his body became more willing,more eager, as more and more of that massive shaft sank into his tight ass. this treatment went on for an obscene amount of time, until the knot was slapping against his ravaged ass with each thrust, and he was practically begging for orgasm.
with a mighty thrust, the creature slammed home both knotted cocks, locking them into the doberman's tight ass and even tighter throat. the last scraps of his brain made him writhe and panic now... he couldn't breathe...
the gunk flooded his lungs, making him black out.
time passed.
he opened his eyes, and stretched... his whole body hurt... he was alone in the room. the jar was empty, and there was an open door.
the doberman picked himself off the floor, rubbing his stomach. it was distended to the same proportions as a nine-month pregnant woman, almost totally hiding his large cock from his view.he stroked his shaft, causing some green gunk to drool out of the end...
nothing of Jeff remained, and the creature wished to breed once more.
he walked out of the door, searching for the lab's next victim...
TO BE CONTINUED