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You were thankful you remembered your umbrella.
Rain came crashing down from above, soaking everything in sight. The umbrella was barely enough to keep the spray at bay, your feet up to your knees were soaked in ice cold water. Shivers ran up and down your spine as the wind blew, cutting through your pants.
But it was worth it. You were starving, you had nothing at home to eat, and the only thing you were craving at that moment was a nice sandwich. The only decent place was blocks away, and when you left it had only been sprinkling.
Pressing the bag of warm food to your side, you pressed on. You just hoped it didn't get cold before you got home.
As you approached an intersection, you realized it was completely jammed. Cars were constantly moving back and forth, waves of rain water splashing the sidewalk in their wake. You groaned, realizing that was the fastest way home. You really didn't feel like getting soaked further just to cross the street. Stopping to consider your options, you spotted an alleyway.
It wasn't really a shortcut by any means, but you were starving, and you were hoping that the street in that direction would be a little less busy.
Walking up to the alley, a trickle of fear travelling down your spine. You knew what happened in dark alleyways... was it worth the risk just to get home a little quicker? Glancing back at the street, you sighed and gathered your courage, stepping into the darkness.
The rain wasn't as bad here, the wind turned it sideways and most fell against the building. Still, you kept your umbrella up to catch the rest, grip tight on the handle. You could use it as a weapon if you really needed to, but you were certain if anything was going to attack you, they'd get the drop. It was so dark, you eyes were still adjusting to the pitch black.
You were halfway through, turning a corner when a noise behind you made you jump. Instantly, you turned towards the racket, a small yelp escaping your lips.
The only thing that could have made a noise as loud as that was the dumpster sitting against the brick wall of the building behind you. The lid was closed, covered and caked with unknown filth. As far as you could tell, there was no one else besides yourself. Your heart beat rapidly, hand falling to your chest.
Despite your better judgement, you grit your teeth and let out a small "Hello?"
For a moment you held your breath, waiting for something to happen. When it inevitably didn't, you sucked a breath through your nose and out through your mouth, calming your nerves. It had to just be a raccoon or something, hiding from the storm. You turned away from the dumpster, taking a step towards the street.
Creeeeaaaak...
Hair rose on the back of your neck. You couldn't turn around. Whatever was in that dumpster had just opened the lid...
You could feel eyes on your back.
"HE Y-HEY HEY, ARE YOU [All Alone on a Late Night?]"
A strange booming voice greeted your ears, and for a moment you thought you were going insane.
"ABANDONED FOR THE [slime] THAT YOU ARE?"
Slowly, you turned around, fearing what you would witness. They sounded deranged, did they have a gun to your back? Were they going to rob you? Your heart pounded in your chest, a strange sensation flowing through your limbs.
Then you finally saw him.
"LIVING IN A GOD DAMN GARBAGE CAN?!"
A man sat in the dumpster, or what seemed like a man. The longer you looked at him, the more you realized that he wasn't human. Ivory white skin like porcelain, an unnaturally long nose and rosey cheeks. He was hunched over the trash, and when he looked up at you, you realized he was wearing pink and yellow glasses. His strangest feature was his smile, an unnaturally large unwavering grin. It was like he had no lips to speak of, or gums. He had pitch black hair slicked down his head, whether from oil or rain you weren't certain. You could barely see his eyes past those tinted frames, but they burned with some strange, raw emotion you couldn't put your finger on.
You had never met a monster before. You had seen them on TV of course, and passed a few on the streets, but you hadn't ever actually talked to one. If he was a monster, he was the strangest one you had ever seen. Rarely did they ever look so human.
"Um," Your voice caught in your throat, you were unsure of what to say. You were a little terrified of saying anything that might set this guy off. "Okay... who are you?"
His smile never faltered, it almost appeared as if his grin stretched wider, if possible. "I'M EV3RY BUDDY 'S FAVORITE [[Number 1 Rated Salesman1997]], SPAMT–" He stuttered, as if something caught his tongue, "SPAMTON G. SPAMTON!"
When you didn't give your own name, he continued, "YOU'RE A LIGHT nER, AREN'T YOU?"
"Uh, a what?" You wondered if that was some sort of slang monsters made up that you didn't know about, "I'm a human, if that's what you mean."
He chuckled, and that laugh sent a chill down your spine. It was strange, it was if it was bit crushed beyond recognition. His jaw moved strangely as well, as if it was another piece of his body entirely.
"BELIEVE IT OR " He paused, and continued without finishing the sentence, "I USED TO be A BIG SHOT. THE BIGGEST! BUT NOW..."
He looked up at you, holding his palms out as if he were expecting something, "I NEED A LITTLE [[Genorisity]]."
You paused, following his gaze. You realized he was looking at your dinner. Could he smell the food over the stench of the trash? Without much thought you stuck your hand into the bag, taking out one of the sandwiches to offer it to him.
He instantly snatched it up, pulling himself out of the garbage to sit on the rim. It was then you realized
He was short as fuck.
Any sort of fear or intimidation you felt towards him instantly vanished. He was two or three feet shorter than you, not the shortest monster you had ever seen, but it would be little trouble to pick him up and throw him over your shoulder. He was still a little creepy, but with his tiny stature it was hard to feel truly threatened.
He unwrapped the paper around the sandwich, instantly digging in. It was like it was the best thing he had eaten in his entire life, and if what he had said moments earlier was true, he must really be having a tough time. Spamton noticed your expression, wiping his comically large mouth with his small hand. He had to be some sort of puppet or marionette type of monster, that explained why he looked so human in the dark.
"So... you really live in that garbage can?" You asked tentatively, shifting the umbrella from hand to hand.
His jaw worked for a moment, deliberating on his reply. "SALES HAVE GONE DOWN THE [[drain]] [[drain]] RECENTLY. BUT THIS IS ONLY ONE OF MANY [Beach Side Properties] I OWN!"
So he wasn't just living in one garbage can, he was living in multiple. Made sense, these got dumped every week, he couldn't stay in just one for very long. His speech was so strange. You knew some monsters had speech quirks, but this was something else entirely. It was like he was plugged into the internet.
As he finished the sandwich, a bolt of lightning flashed overhead, illuminating the sky for a brief moment. Thunder crashed, causing you both to jump. You turned to him, noting the pained expression on his face.
Christ, could you leave him out here like this with good conscious? You didn't know the guy, or owe him anything, but no one deserved to live in the trash. Spamton himself was already getting soaked from the downpour anyways, he would be sitting in cold garbage if you left him here now.
Before you could say anything, the puppet hopped down from the dumpster, looking up at you. This really emphasized the height difference, but he didn't seem bothered by it. He approached you, the smile never slipping from his face.
"SAY LIGHT NER, I MAY HAVE A [[Specil Deal]] THAT MIGHT INTEREST YOU." He clasped his hands together, "I WILL OFFER MY SERVICES TO [[Safeguard your Encrypted Information]] TO YOUR [Shipping Address Not Found] IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR ITEM THERE." He gestured to your umbrella.
You couldn't help it, your mouth quirked into a smile, trying to bite back a laugh. "You're offering to... escort me home?"
"LONELY [[Hearts]] LIKE YOUSELF SHOULDN'T BE LEFT OUT IN THE [dark]." He smile twitched for a brief moment, it was then you realized he was trying to be charming. He slicked down his hair and folded his arms behind his back, chest puffed out just slightly. "ANYONE WOULD JUMP TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF A [Hochi Mama] LIKE YOU."
Despite yourself, you couldn't help but blush. When was the last time anyone had complimented you, even if he had ridiculous delivery? Then again, he was some homeless guy who seemed like he wasn't all mentally put together... was it a good idea to let him know where you lived?
Well, he was a pretty small man. Didn't look like he had any weapons on him either. If you really wanted to, you could probably punt him like a football before he got the chance to actually do anything. Despite the red flags flashing in the back of your mind, you decided to offer him something else.
"Y'know what, I got a better idea." You shifted so the umbrella covered him from the downpour, "I'll let you 'safeguard me home' and I'll let you stay the night? Seems kinda cruel to leave you out here during a storm."
Spamton's face twitched, and for a moment his smile was gone. It was very strange to witness, almost scary, even if it did only last a second. He looked up at you, trying to hide his reaction. "STAY... THE NIGHT?"
You licked your lips, mouth suddenly dry. "Um, only if you want to. I've got a couch and some spare blankets..."
He instantly perked up, "WELL, THIS SEEMS LIKE A [Deal] I CAN'T REFUSE! A STEAL! A [Bargain at Half Price!]" He stepped closer to you, almost trembling with excitement. "LEAD THE WAY MY DEAR [Benefactor]!"
A small smile spread across your lips. He was such an eager little guy. Stepping slowly, it was only a few feet before you realized it would be difficult for him to keep up with your pace. Spamton tried to hide his embarrassment and frustration underneath a mockery of professionalism, but you could sense his fear. He was almost frantic, scared of somehow missing this opportunity.
You stopped and crouched down, offering your arm. "It would probably be easier to carry you. You'll get soaked in the rain anyway."
His jaw worked for a moment, but this time he did not reply. The expression on his face was unreadable. Instead, he simply wrapped an arm around your neck and allowed you to pick him up. His clothes were unpleasantly damp, and he smelled faintly of sewage and grease. He wasn't quite as light as he appeared, but was by no means a strain to carry. Shifting him in your arms, you stepped out of the alley and onto the street.
You had no idea how long you had been in there, but most of the traffic in this direction had cleared. It took less than five minutes to make it to your house. He said very little on the way there, unintentionally leaning into you for warmth. He was trembling against you, from the cold most likely. You couldn't help but feel worse for him, holding him a bit more tightly before you opened the front door.
As you set him down, he looked at everything in the place, mouth slightly agape. For a second you were concerned he was just sizing the place up to break in later, when he finally spoke, "THESE ARE SOME [[Five Star]] GIGS YOU GOT HERE... ARE YOU SURE ITS OKAY IF I STAY?"
Oh god, he looked like a kicked puppy. He was wringing his hands together, was that rain droplets on his forehead or was he sweating bullets? Poor guy was more desperate than you had first thought. Giving him a soft smile, you nodded.
"I wouldn't have invited you if I didn't think it was a good idea." A bit of a lie, but he didn't need to know that. "Go ahead and take off your- oh."
You were going to ask him to take off his shoes, but when you looked down, you realized he didn't have any. Well, not in the traditional sense. It was if he was made with heeled shoes for feet. Not strange in a doll, but for a person it was quite an odd sight to behold. Now that you got a good look at him, you realized that he wasn't wearing any pants either.
Your first thought was, of course, was the most perverted. He didn't have a dick? Not that it was any of your business, but your mind couldn't help but wonder. What exactly was he?
He was covered in grime, his only clothing being a black v-neck and a once white turtleneck sweater. His two toned glasses were covered in dirt, you wondered how he managed to see through them at all.
"Well, I was going to say take off your shoes, but never mind. Could you wipe your feet?" You collapsed the umbrella and set it near the door, "If you're gonna stay the night, a part of the deal is you getting a bath. That sound alright to you?"
Spamton twitched, gazing up at you. "FREE [Food and Board], AND A BATH? THIS IS A [Steal]!"
"It's nothing really." You smiled gently, feeling a small pang in your chest. "There's a pot of coffee in the kitchen, go ahead and make yourself a cup and I'll get started on filling the tub."
As you set your bag down and began walking towards the bathroom, you felt him snatch the back of your shirt, tugging gently before letting go. You turned back to him, eyebrow raised. It instantly melted when you recognized the look on his face.
"YOU ARE BEING FAR TOO KIND. THERE MUST BE A CATCH." Spamton still had that grin, but behind those glasses hesitation was growing, "W WHAT DO YOU WANT IN [Exchange] FOR THESE [[Half-0ff Amenities]]?"
Crouching down to his level, you gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He twitched at the contact, a shiver running down his short frame. How long had it been since anyone had touched him? "Spamton, in exchange for you staying the night and getting some good food and drink, I get the peace of mind you're not going to freeze to death or get sick from the rain. That sounds like a fair deal to me."
He looked down at his feet, where a puddle had begun to form. His trembling increased for a moment until he looked back up at you. You swore you could see tears in his eyes, but he hid them the best he could. In a soft voice you hadn't heard him use before, he replied, "thank you..."
Standing up, you made your way into the bathroom and began filling the tub with warm water. You didn't have that many options for shampoo or body wash, you hoped he didn't mind. Squeezing a little soap into the water, you watched as it filled with bubbles. Once it had filled to an appropriate height and reached a proper temperature, you stood and left the room. You hoped you were making the right decision, trusting him unsupervised in your home. You were filled with relief when you found him in your kitchen, sitting on top of one of the counters.
He had one of your mugs in his lap, it took both of his hands to lift it. Despite his best efforts, the liquid fell around the corners of his mouth and stained his shirt, some spilling onto the counter. His reaction was immediate, setting the cup down to frantically look for something to clean the mess. He looked genuinely terrified, cursing in that strange tone of his. It was like the bleeping censor noises you heard on television.
You made your presence known, and Spamton instantly froze, looking like a deer in headlights. His gaze flickered from you to the spill, sweat beading down his forehead.
"I, AH, APOLOGIZE FOR THE [Clean up on Aisle 2!] I PROMISE IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN." He wringed his little hands together, he positively looked like he was going to have a panic attack. "IN EXCHANGE, I WILL GIVE YOU ONE OF MY [Specil] BSHOT BOWTIES!"
He pulled something out of his shirt, presenting it to you. It was a soaked, frayed bowtie that had once been a colorful pink and yellow, stained by sewage. He pressed it into the palm of your hand, nervously grinding his teeth together.
"USUALLY I WOULD REQUIRE KR0mer FOR SUCH AN ITEM, BUT FOR MY ESTEEMED [Benefactor] I WILL MAKE AN EXCEPTION." Spamton looked up at you, pleading in his gaze. Christ, was he really just... selling trash out of the dumpster in order to survive? How had he not gotten help before you showed up? You held the bowtie in your fist, bringing it up to your chest.
"I love it, thank you." You said this genuinely, "Don't worry about the mess, I can clean it up later. The bath is ready if you are."
He let out that strange little chuckle again, pulling on his wet clothes. "AH, GOOD." Oh, right, he would need something else to wear.
"If you want, I can take those and get them washed. I can let you borrow a shirt of mine," You scratched the back of your head, smiling wryly. "I don't think I have any pants that would fit you anyway."
The mention of more free stuff made poor Spamton nearly have a conniption fit, squeezing his hands together as if he were crushing something between them. Slowly, you kneeled down and pulled his hands apart. He looked up at you, and strangely his glasses were no longer pink and yellow, but filled with the static of a television screen. If you looked closely, you swore you could see rain droplets falling down.
"Hey..." You tried softly, rubbing your thumb into the palm of his hand. He did not respond, "Hey, it's okay. Spamton, I want to help you. I don't know entirely what you've been through, or what you're going through, but just know... you're safe here."
He began to shake once more, real tears gathering on his cheeks. With little hesitation, you pulled him into your arms, petting his oily hair. You ignored the dampness of his clothes, simply pressing him tighter into your chest.
For a moment you just sat there with him in your arms, telling him it would be alright. You were getting scared now, afraid of what was happening to him. Locked in his own mind. But after a few minutes, you felt his arms wrap around your back, and he pressed his face into your shoulder.
"I I'M SORRY FOR WORRYING YOU." He muttered into your shoulder before gently peeling away. "IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE ANYONE HAS BEEN SO [Genorse] TO [[Number 1 Rated Salesman1997]]."
"I don't really think of it as generosity... I mean, no one should be left in the trash like that." You looked down at the floor, grimacing at the thought. "You don't deserve it."
For the first time, he was speechless, turning to look away from you. You could swear there was color rising to his face, and it wasn't just the rosy dots on his cheeks. You gave him a playful smile, standing up to gesture to the door.
"You ready to get clean?"
"y YES I AM [[Number 1 Rated Customer]]," He perked up, that cheerful grin present once again.
Leading the way, you brought him into the bathroom. You had made certain all the products he needed would be where he could reach them, afraid he would slip and fall in the tub. Once you showed him where everything was, you stepped out and went to look for something appropriate he could wear. The smallest thing you owned would still be twice his size and fall over his knees, but it would have to do until you could get his clothes clean. Grabbing a simple black t-shirt, you stepped back to the bathroom door. Knocking politely, you waited until he shouted it was okay to come in.
He was sitting in the tub, almost completely swallowed up by the amount of bubbles floating at the top. You were a little worried you may have put in too much water. His few meager possessions sat on the side of the tub, folded nicely. Spamton looked strange without his glasses, having two little button eyes that looked up at you adoringly. You suddenly had the urge to pinch his cheek, he looked positively adorable.
"How is it? Not too hot right?"
"[[Satisfaction Guaranteed!]]" He smiled. It looked like he had managed to clean most of himself. His face and arms were far less dingy and stained, his hair wet and slicked back to his skull. "I HAVEN'T BEEN THIS WARM IN [[Error: Date not Found]]."
You bit your lip, trying not to frown. Poor guy hadn't had a decent bath in ages either. How had it gotten so bad for him? How long had he been living in filth? Looking him over, you found that he hadn't quite gotten everything. His back was still streaked with dirt and sewage. Grabbing a spare loofa, you kneeled down next to the tub.
"You mind if I give you a little help?" You asked before suddenly realizing how inappropriate it could come off. Spamton certainly picked up on it, color rising to his cheeks. He looked away, almost ducking into the foam. "Uh, I mean, only if you want. I know I have trouble reaching my back... heh."
Instead of replying, he simply nodded, turning away so you could more easily reach. You tentatively placed one hand on his shoulder, using the other to dip the loofa into the hot water before scrubbing his back. You went slowly, afraid of being too rough and accidentally hurting him. You had no idea how fragile he was, he looked so delicate, like porcelain. The more you explored his body, the more you discovered. His shoulders and arms had elbow joints like a doll, you took extra care to scrub between them to get out all the caked in filth. He shivered when you began scrubbing at his lower back, where the seam of his chest met his stomach.
"Oh, ticklish are we?" You couldn't help but tease. He gave that little glitched hysterical giggle in response, flinching away from your touch. "Alright alright, I think we got everything. Do you want to soak for a bit longer?"
"I BELIEVE I AM SUFFICENTLY [[Squeaky Clean!]]" Spamton chirped, beaming up at you. The corners of his mouth twitched nervously, hands submerged under the bubbles. "I I DO NOT REQUIRE ANY MORE [Assistance.]"
You raised an eyebrow, standing up and rubbing your knees. "Alright, at least let me get you a towel."
"AH, YES, THANK YOU..."
You stepped out of the bathroom once you set the towel where he could reach it, closing the door softly behind you. A strange feeling passed over you.
Was he getting...?
No, he was probably just embarrassed being treated like a child, needing help in the bath like that.
But your mind wandered, what if he had been getting excited? You assumed it had been an awfully long time since anyone had touched him, being stuck in filth like that. Very few people gave the regular homeless the time of day, but for someone like him it would probably be even worse.
You wondered how it would even work, if you did it. You didn't see a dick and balls down there, so would it just be some dry humping? Then again, he was some sort of monster, maybe it was some sort of magic dick that only appeared when they whispered some incantation. What would it look like?
Damn, you really thinking about this too hard.
While you waited for Spamton to come out, you made yourself a cup of coffee and ate your sandwich, which had gone cold after forgetting it for so long. Once you finished that, you grabbed yourself a change of clothing, since you soaked from the rain and the bath. You had just slipped on a tank top when you heard the bathroom open. You met him at the door, smiling when you took him in.
He looked completely different, his skin and teeth were pearly white, devoid of putrid stains and grime. His black mullet had a healthy shine, combed and slicked back by water. His two toned glasses looked positively charming on him now that they were clean. The shirt you had lent him fit him quite well, despite it hanging past his knees. He looked so cute, you wanted to scoop him up and squeeze him. Smiling, you leaned down and threaded your fingers through his hair, surprised by the fluffiness. "How are you feeling?"
You swore he purred at the touch, leaning into your hand. "NEVER BETTER!"
"Good. Since you're going to be sleeping on the couch, how about I get us some snacks and we watch some movies? Unless you want to get some rest."
Spamton looked like he could positively burst, "I AM ALMOST CERTAIN THIS IS A DREAM, I DON'T WANT TO FALL BACK INTO THAT [dark] NIGHTMARE AGAIN. [[Please]] DONT LEAVE ME YET." He grabbed your retreating hand with both of his own, looking up at you desperately.
"I'll take that as a yes." You gave his hands a comforting squeeze. "Living room is just past the bathroom, you can't miss it. I'm just going to get some stuff for the couch and grab some chips, okay?"
His gaze flickered from your eyes to the floor, nodding before hesitantly walking out. He kept looking back at you, scared as if you were going to disappear, or that he was doing something wrong. You nodded before stepping away to gather what you needed.
You walked into the living room, arms full, carefully setting everything down. Spamton was already sitting on the couch, perched on the edge as if he wasn't certain he was allowed on the furniture. He kicked his feet, looking up at you happily when you entered the room. Sitting beside him, you set the blanket and pillows down and put the bag of chips on the table.
Grabbing the remote, you began flicking through the channels, offering to let him choose what he wanted to watch. He stuttered when he told you he had no idea what was on television nowadays, it had been awhile since he had the privilege of using one. You ultimately settled on a random channel, which happened to be a horror movie. If Spamton minded, he didn't mention it. He still sat at the edge of the cushion, fingers dug into his knees, unsure of what to do with himself.
"You can relax, you know. Now that you're clean I'm not worried you're gonna stain anything." You wrapped and arm around his back, guiding him until he was pressed against your side, leaning into the couch. He shook, taking a deep breath at the contact.
"I AM NOT USUALLY ALLOWED ON SUCH [[Fine Upholstery]] ..." He muttered, but didn't pull away from your touch.
"Don't worry about it, my stuff isn't new by any means." You snorted, "Want some chips?"
He didn't move from your side, in fact it looked like he was trying very hard not to fidget. "I I AM FINE, THANK YOU."
You wanted to ask what the problem was, but you didn't want to push too far. Instead you leaned back, gently resting your arm across his shoulder as the two of you stared at the screen. Subconsciously your fingers slowly began combing through his damp hair, fingernails lightly digging into his scalp.
Half way through the film you noticed he began shifting more than usual, moving from side to side, hands pressed against his knees. He was stretching the fabric of your shirt down, trying to hide something growing between his legs.
For a second you just stared, simply overwhelmed by the situation. He had gotten hard just sitting next to you, just the sensation of your body pressed against his was enough to get him excited.
Something long, wet, writhing pressed against the shirt, leaving even darker stains against the fabric itself. He was trying very desperately to be as casual as possible, attempting not to draw any attention to his situation.
God, why was him being so pathetic turning you on? You had only ever thought of fucking a monster in passing, and had seen some porn online. Now you were pretty tempted to get a look at what he was working with.
Slowly, you slid your hand down his head and back, resting your palm against his thigh. He flinched at the movement, staring at your hand and just how close it was to his crotch. His breathing hitched, coming more rapidly than before. You swore his temperature rose a few degrees in that brief moment.
"You alright Spamton?" You couldn't help but tease, fingers twitching slightly as whatever was under the shirt inched closer to your hand. "You seem a little tense."
"I I'M SORRY, I-" He began to pull away, utterly mortified by his body's reactions. "I DIDN'T- I WASN'T TRYING TO-"
You shushed him, a loving smile on your lips. "It's alright dear... you haven't been touched in a long time, have you?"
He whimpered in response, utterly ashamed. He nodded in embarrassment, turning to hide the color rising to his cheeks. Sliding your hands under him, you pulled him into your lap so he had no choice but to look at you. His hands flew to his face, body quaking as his cock twitched with interest. Taking his hands into yours, you kissed his palms and smiled, "Let me take care of you."
Spamton's breathing became more labored as your hands released his and began playing with the hem of the shirt, looking up at him for permission to continue. His jaw worked for a moment, trying to find the words, but found he couldn't speak. Instead he simply nodded and watched as you pulled the shirt up, revealing what had been aching for attention the entire time.
Where a penis would have been on a human was some sort of slit, which explained why you had assumed he was smooth down there. From the slit a long, thick, almost oily black appendage throbbed with need. It vaguely resembled an elephant's trunk, already coated in a layer of pre-cum. Spamton looked up at you with a pleading gaze, gauging your reaction.
"So pent up..." You experimentally ran a finger down his length, enjoying how he shook at the simple touch. A weak murmur escaped him, unintentionally moving his hips to chase after the sensation. "You poor thing."
Taking him into your hand, you marveled at the texture. Slimy, it tapered off near the tip, firm yet slightly soft and malleable. You couldn't help but explore it, running your hands up and down his length. Spamton keened when your thumb traced the opening at the tip of his cock, thrusting into your palm. He instantly cowed, grinding his teeth with a shameful expression on his face, afraid of what your reaction might be.
"PLEASE; P PLEASE KEEP [going]," He whimpered, shifting restlessly on your lap, "I PROMISE I WON'T DO THAT AGAIN... JUST PLEASE... [touch me]."
The poor sweet thing, so desperate, yet so terrified of rejection. Instead of replying, you stood and picked him up, setting him down to lie at the end of the couch. He was scared you were about to leave until you sat near his feet, setting your hands on his thighs to gently spread his legs apart. His cock stood at attention, the tip twisted in the air as if it were looking for something. You wondered if was prehensile, if he controlled it himself or it moved by instinct.
Taking him into your palm once more, you leaned down and gave the the head an experimental lick. The flavor was strange, staticky, like carbonation. It felt fuzzy, almost vibrating under your tongue. It certainly wasn't unpleasant by any means, in fact you wanted more. Wrapping your lips around his tip, you took as much of his length as you could without gagging, strangely enjoying how it writhed inside your mouth, curling against your tongue as if it were trying to latch on.
Spamton whimpered above you, desperately trying not to grab your head and fuck your face. His fingers were dug into the fabric of the upholstery, twitching and cursing as your tongue swept the underside of his cock.
"OH G GOD [please] I-" One of his hands found your shoulder, half thrusting into your mouth. So much for his promise, but his pretty little moans made up for it. "S-SO GOOD, [fuck] MMHh-"
Pulling back, you sucked at the tip, enjoying how he spasmed, twitching in your grip. You ran your tongue up the head and down the slit of his cock until you accidentally dipped inside, and he practically sobs with need. Chasing those delicious noises, you tentatively ran circles there, rubbing your thighs together as your own arousal grew.
"W-WAIT!" He cried, gently pushing you away. You instantly pulled back, lips releasing him with a pop. He shuddered, hips twitching despite his best efforts.
"Are you okay? I can stop if it's too much..."
He frantically shook his head, "N NO, I JUST..." He sat up, cock bobbing between his legs. "IF YOU KEPT GOING I WAS [[Cum in 60 Seconds or Less!]]... CAN I...?" Spamton leaned up, brushing his mouth against yours.
It was strange, kissing him. It wasn't anything like kissing a person, as he had little to no lips to speak of. Pressing your lips against his exposed teeth, you could feel his hot labored breaths, until his jaw parted and a long wet tongue prodded against you, asking for permission. You let him slip inside and explore your mouth, wrapping your tongue around him, swallowing up his heated whimpers. As he wrapped his arms around your neck, you could feel his cock press against you, looking for any amount of friction it could get.
"MMHh," Pulling away to catch your breath, you couldn't help but pick up on a small little whimper, "A AH [mommy]..."
You stiffened slightly at the word, looking down at him. He immediately noticed your reaction, cringing away in humiliation.
Damn, this little guy was full of surprises, wasn't he?
"You want to call me Mommy, huh?" Leaning down, you pressed him into the cushions of the couch as you gave him a wicked smile, fingers just barely ghosting over his belly. Spamton twitched, giggling at the tickling sensation. He looked so very conflicted, caught between shame and arousal. One hand went back down to his cock, slowly stroking him as he squirmed. "Well, mommy wants to take care of you. Would you like that?"
"F FUCK!" He bucked into your grip, hands scrambling to your hair, "PLEASE, PLEASE-"
Lovingly, you gave him soft little love bites on his stomach, smirking at the overwhelmed noises he made. He was just too cute, you wanted to eat him up right then and there. But at the same time, you were curious to see where he wanted to go with this. Looking back up at him, you gave him your most charming smile. "What do you want me to do, baby?"
Spamton looked positively wrecked already, sweat sticking his black hair to his face, his glasses just barely hanging on to his nose. The look in his eyes at your question, it must have been the first time he had ever heard those words in his life. Pointing to the end of the couch, he pleaded. "CAN I- HAaH, CAN I [put it inside] YOU?"
Fuck, as if you could say no. That pleading gaze, feeling his cock writhing against you was all the encouragement you needed. Giving him one last kiss on that ridiculously long nose of his, you peeled away and sat back against the opposite end of the couch, pulling off your top. Spamton crawled forward on his hands and knees, enraptured by the sight of your exposed skin. You allowed him to press himself against your chest, biting your lip as his tongue darted out to tease a nipple, lightly pinching them between his teeth. He began to tug at your pants one leg at a time, eager to discover more of you.
Once you managed to pull off your pants, only your underwear was left. Sliding between your legs, Spamton looked up at you for permission with that crooked smile of his. "[[Do You Agree to the Terms and Services?]]"
You couldn't help but chuckle, nodding as you lifted your hips. He quickly tugged the article of clothing off, unable to hold back his enthusiasm. Your underwear was thrown to the side, completely forgotten.
Looking down, you couldn't help but blush as he stared at your engorged sex, placing his hands on your thighs to spread them further. His tongue fell out of his mouth and he dove in, greedily stealing a taste. Your hips snapped against him, your breath being stolen away as his tongue curled around just so. Dammit, he shouldn't be so good at this. He couldn't get any suction, but his tongue was so ridiculously long and it caressed every inch of your sex. Raking your fingers through his hair, you tried to hold back the moans threatening to escape your lips.
"Mm, g-good boy Spamton." You murmured, looking down at him between your legs. Christ, he was a mess. Glasses were skewed, hair fallen over his face, glistening with sweat and saliva. A gasp was torn from your mouth as he teased your hole, his lidded eyes looking up at you for permission. You pulled him forward, encouraging him with a tender smile.
He went slowly at first, as if he were memorizing every inch of your body. As long as his tongue was, it was surprisingly wide as well, your muscles burned as he travelled further and further. Your hips rose to meet him in the middle, overwhelmed by just how deep he had gotten. Just how fucking long was his tongue? At this point he was just fucking you with his mouth, thrusting that little pink appendage back and forth, using your thigh as a headrest as he stared up at you like some sort of deity, blessing him with this smallest of kindness.
You felt your orgasm growing in the pit of your stomach, tension ready to snap at any moment and send you flying over the precipice. Gently, you pushed him away, nearly gasping as he gave your overstimulated sex one last lick.
"Fuck me," You growled in his ear, grinning when he trembled at the demand.
Taking his length into his hand, he positioned himself between your legs, prodding your entrance anxiously. When his probing tip found your hole, you practically cried out. Whatever had made him taste like that also made your sex tingle, like the static electricity of a television. You spread one leg, using the other to encourage him forward.
He had certainly made sure there was enough lubrication, even if he wasn't dripping pre like a leaky faucet. The sensation of his cock squirming inside of you was something you had never experience before, it was like something was crawling into you, hitting every spot that sent stars flying into your vision. The buzzing increased the deeper he delved, until his hips finally met yours. God, the noises he was making were just so cute, it almost distracted you from the growing tingling deep inside.
"G gOD Y YOU FEEL SO-" He half thrusted into you, grinding against you in small circles. "SO FUCKING WARM AND- AND [tight], MMmh..."
This was unlike anything you had ever felt before. The way your muscles contracted around him didn't seem to slow him down at all, it moved inside you like it was searching for something, prodding your most sensitive spots the deepest it could reach. He hadn't orgasmed yet, but it felt like he was constantly pumping pre-cum inside of you with every thrust, and the more that filled you the more intense the tingling sensation became. Grabbing one of your legs, he pushed it forward, trying to angle himself even deeper.
His thrusts were slow and uneven at first, but it didn't particularly matter, his cock writhed inside of you and was just so thick and long and it felt like it was getting bigger if that were possible. The thick, viscous fluids leaking from you would definitely be staining the couch, strands of it stuck between you as he pulled out. The lewd, wet slapping noises that filled the room were only drowned out by Spamton's desperate grunts and your breathless moans.
Looking down at him with lidded eyes, you reached out and caressed his cheek, a loving smile on your lips. "You're doing so well Spamton, s-such a good boy for me."
"U UHhn-" He could barely form coherent sentences at this point. He was snapping his hips at a brutal pace, you could feel his cock twitching inside of you, ready to blow at any moment.
"Do you want to cum baby?" You cooed sweetly, wiping back the hair stuck to his forehead. "Do you want to cum for mommy?"
"Ff FUCK!" Spamton's hips jerked, and his pace increased almost painfully, fingers digging into your thighs so hard you were sure to bruise. "Y-YES! PLE eeeEEASE, [[CLICK HERE to CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!]]"
"Cum for me baby," You thrust back into him, trying to match his pace, bending your knees to force him into you harder. "Cum for mommy~"
"A AAAAAHHHHhh !" He furiously pounded into for a few moments more before sinking all the way home, wrapping his arms around you before falling still. For a moment, you weren't sure what was happening, it didn't feel like he had came.
Then, something nudged against you. Looking down, your eyes widened as the base of Spamton's cock bulged.
"Holy shit, you gotta be kidding me..."
Something was passing through him, and was trying to force itself inside of you. It was massive, you couldn't tell exactly how big, but it felt at least slightly larger than a golf ball. Leaning forward, Spamton placed his hands under your knees, forcing your legs as far and as wide apart as possible.
Your muscles burned as the object passed through, a sensation that ran from your toes and down your spine. It strangely wasn't as painful as you had expected, all of your combined fluids had really helped lubricate your passage, and his tongue had done wonders to stretch you out. Whatever liquid his cock secreted must have had some kind of numbing agent. You couldn't help but gasp, tongue falling out of your mouth as your head fell back against the armrest, overwhelmed by the stimulation.
One passed through, then another, and another. The more that wormed their way through, the looser your hole became, your orgasm growing closer and closer on the horizon. Spamton's hips ground into yours, seeking as much friction as possible. The expression on his face mirrored your own, eyes rolled up into his skull, tongue lolling out of his slack jaw. Every time an egg would pass through you, his jaw would rattle, teeth clicking together like a nut cracker. He whimpered, calling you 'mommy' over and over, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he fidgeted against you.
"Mommy loves you," You whisper, wrapping your arms around him, gasping as another egg passed through and settled next to the others. "F-Fuck, such a good boy for mommy."
Spamton sobbed, pressing his face into your chest, suddenly picking up a wild pace. You choked, breath catching in your throat as you felt the eggs jostling inside of you. His cock squirmed, hitting every spot that made your vision go blurry. Your legs trembled, fingers scrambling for purchase on his back. You were so close, the knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter and-
"[[CUM]]ING!"
With a grunt, Spamton bucked into you one last time before crying out, biting down on the tender flesh of your bosom so hard you were certain he broke the skin. The pain only edged you on, and suddenly the dam burst. You cried out, quaking against him as your walls clenched down on his shaft. You felt him, his seed filling you up and sloshing against the eggs he had laid inside. You milked him for all he was worth, you felt so fucking full. It was incredible. It was too much.
As if that weren't enough, you could feel the base of his cock swelling once more, but far larger than last time. And it didn't pass through, no, it grew large enough to completely plug your hole, making it impossible for anything to spill out. You felt so stretched, pushed past any limit you had ever reached, you couldn't help but let out a small hysterical whine as a second orgasm ripped through you.
Your legs spasmed, toes curled, and finally you just collapsed, lying flat against the couch. Spamton quickly fell against you, utterly spent. For the next few minutes you just laid there, the room filled with the scent of sex, bodies covered in sweat. Catching your breath, you lazily lifted your head and gazed down at the puppet, an amusing thought coming to mind.
"Heh, I guess we both need a bath now, don't we?" You snickered, unintentionally clamping down on him. He whimpered out a small laugh in response, biting his tongue at the sensation. After taking in a deep breath, you shifted slightly, finding you were still locked in place. "Do I even want to know what you put inside me... eggs?"
He chuckled, resting his head on your chest. You were amazed to see his glasses had stayed on in the chaos. "M MY [PIPIS]. I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A [PIPIS] PERSON."
"So am I...?"
"I HAVE NO IDEA," Spamton admitted, running his fingers up and down your thigh. "I'VE NEVER LAID ANY INSIDE OF SOMEONE... YOU'LL BE [first.]" He looked up at you, suddenly remember his situation, "I I'M SORRY I... I SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU [Click Here to See More!]"
He looked about ready to cry, looking away from you. "I'LL UNDERSTAND IF YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE..."
"Oh, you sweet thing," You wrapped your arms around him, kissing his forehead. "Don't you dare think about leaving now..."
When he looked up at you, you couldn't help but smirk. "If they hatch and turn out to be our kids, I'm sure as hell not going to let you run off... you laying eggs in me certainly wasn't part of our DEAL..." He trembled at that word, blinking away tears, "So how about we adjust our agreement?"
"Since you made the unfortunate mistake of laying those things inside me, you get the punishment of staying here with me until I lay these bad boys or they hatch. Either way, you're going to be sticking around."
He sniffled, looking up at you with growing joy. Leaning forward as far as possible, you pressing your lips against him and murmured,
"How does that sound... do you want to be a daddy?"
He didn't respond with words. He simply reached for you, and pressed back into your lips. You sighed.
Best investment you had ever made.