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3:36 AM.
The digital clock on your bed stand burns its way into your retinas as soon as you awaken, your body and mind yanked away from the safe confines of sleep.
Something… wasn’t right. You’re not quite sure what exactly awoke you, but you swore you could feel the floor beneath you slightly trembling. Then, a voice coming from somewhere below. It was boisterous but muffled, and you were uncertain of the words, uncertain if it was really there. If it was there, though, it could only be coming from one source: the mansion’s basement.
The one place you dare not enter.
Should you finally brave the journey, at risk of Queen discovering you? The thought was rather appealing. What exactly could be down there, that’s making this much noise at such an ungodly hour? Something exciting, most likely. Something terrifying, equally likely. Something that’s thoroughly piquing your interest, and your innate curiosity.
You really, really shouldn’t go down there. It’s probably dangerous. There’s probably a very, very good reason Queen doesn’t allow any of her servants to enter it: she’s most likely hiding something, either for your own good or for hers. Still… the voice is like a siren call, beckoning you to feed that inner nervous excitement in your head. Your feet dangle off the side of the bed, wondering if they should lower themselves onto the floor beneath. Through the muffled sounds of talking, you hear a rather recognizable sound: laughter.
Whatever is down there, it’s having fun. Maybe that’s a good sign? Or maybe it’s an evil villain laugh. Probably the former, though… villain laughs are rather cheesy. Now your curiosity is really in full throttle. The soles of your feet make contact with the floor, despite what your better judgment may want from you. Your body moves on its own, tiptoeing to your bedroom door and gently twisting the doorknob in your hand. Whatever guards have been stationed outside your room are currently out of commission, curled up into themselves in a deep slumber. Carefully, you tiptoe around them, making your way to the basement door.
It’s been right next to your room the whole time. A horrible decision on Queen’s part, really. It only furthers your maddening curiosity. The doorknob rotates in your hand– does she really not even bother to lock it? It really is like leaving spare ribs in front of a starving animal. A dark hallway greets you, illuminated only by the dimmed lights of the mansion. Carefully, you step into its shadowy veil, closing the door behind you and essentially trapping yourself in its confines.
There really was no way of getting out of this now… okay, there was, actually. The door is right behind you. But symbolically, you suppose, there’s no way back now. Your feet timidly traverse the path set before you, hands extended outward to feel for where you should turn. They collide with a wall, and you feel around further, finding a corner. Wrong direction, turn right. You continue onward, and the darkness entrapping you is cut through by a dimly illuminated room. The walls are a dark, dilapidated brick, and so is the flooring. Not that either are of particular note… what is of note is the much louder sound of maniacal cackling, coming from a hallway. Cautiously, you hug the wall, tiptoeing your way closer to the sound of the voice. Your head peeks behind the wall in front of you… and what you see absolutely shocks you to your core.
A giant being looms above, striking a grand pose as he throws his head back in a laughing fit. His body resembles an action figure, with peculiar armor and colorful wings. But more than anything, his face resembles…
Spamton?
Yeah, that’s definitely him. You’d recognize that long nose and coiffed hair anywhere… though admittedly, you don’t recognize those glowing pink and yellow eyes. Still… you find yourself utterly captivated by him. Is he really Spamton? How did he get this body? How did he get down here, for all that matter? He’s supposed to be banned from here… and specifically, banned from the basement.
Your inner thoughts are interrupted, when his glowing eyes catch a glimpse of you. You duck back behind the wall, but it’s too late. Thunderous footsteps shake through the entire basement, and he clutches the wall in one of his giant hands, nearly making the brick crumble. The hand travels lower, lower, until he’s crouched on the ground… and he peeks over the corner, his giant head filling your field of vision. He’s terrifying, utterly terrifying… and yet it thrills you, fills you with a whimsical sense of excitement. The same sort of exhilaration you get when you see that giant robot Queen made, which stands proudly in the mansion.
“WELL, [[Greetings and Salutations]], ESTEEM CUSTOMER!!!” he bellows, his voice sending shockwaves through your entire form. “HAVE YOU COME TO [[Bear Witness to a Miracle]]??? HAVE A [[Communion]] WITH [[I Can’t Believe It’s Not God!]]???”
His voice renders you speechless. Mostly, because you’re trying and failing to decode what the fuck he’s actually saying. Something about being god? You’re not sure. Even if you could think of a response, it doesn’t seem to really matter, as he has other things in mind.
“WAIT!! [[Gently Caress]] THE PRESSES!! ARE YOU… ARE YOU A…”
His face inches closer to you, poking your stomach with the tip of his nose and making an ungodly sniffing sound.
“LIGH t NE>R!!!” he proclaims with glee, saying the word as if he was orgasming. “GOOD GRAVY, HEAVEN TRULY IS BLESSING IT “S [[Strongest Soulder]] TODAY!!!”
The hand he had placed on the wall beside you now inches its way closer to you, slipping behind your back and pushing you in closer. Why does his touch feel so… welcoming?
“YOU HAVE. NO IDEA. JUST HOW [Specil] YOU ARE!!! HOW MUCH YOU RE GOING tO HELP ME!!! MARK MY WORDS, LIGHT N3R, THIS IS THE MOST DAY OF YOUR ENTIRE [[Stocks Plummeting]] LIFE!!”
He throws his head back once more, chortling with glee… Finally, you gain the courage to speak.
“Um… how so?” you reply timidly.
“WHY, YOU ‘RE GOING TO HELP ME BE [[Big]], OF COURSE!! SO, SO VERY BIG!!! BIGGER AND BETTER THAN EVER!! IT’S SO EXCITING, REALLY TRULY EXCITING!!!”
His breathing becomes labored, and he starts to clutch his chest.
“OH, [[Goodness Me]]!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!! I’M GONNA HAVE A [[HeartAttack]]!!!”
Just as he says that, a teal, heart shaped object bursts out from a hole in his breastplate, connected by a chain. It lands at your feet, a face carved onto the surface and smiling with glee. Just as quickly as it popped out, it retracts back into where it came from. His breathing is even more labored now, panting and groaning.
“HAH… AH… FORGIVE ME, ESTEEM CUSTOMER, I’M JUST SO EXCITED!! SO, SO VERY EXCITED…”
“I see…”
He’s grinning wildly, drool pouring from his mouth… It's then that something resembling shock takes over his expression, and he quickly scurries away behind the wall.
“HAH… MAYBE A BIT TOO EXCITED, EHAEHAEHAEH!!!” he proclaims. “YOU’LL… HAVE TO EXCUSE ME FOR A MOMENT. GO ON, RUN ALONG! I WON’T BE LONG.”
What… What could that possibly mean? Your curiosity is through the roof right now, but you’ll obey his wishes. You turn away, making your way back to the darkened hallway, when you suddenly hear a few loud, metallic thunk sounds. They shake through the entire room, and make you all the more curious… Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to take a little peek, right?
Once more, you hug the wall, creeping your way towards him. A quick peek around the corner shows that his back is turned to you, crouched on his knees. His wings are spread out in a grand display, and pieces of his armor have been cast to the side. His body is covered in what appears to be a black fur, save for his glove-like hands and boot-like feet. You can see him feeling up his own chest, tracing his fingers lower and lower.
“THIS BODY…” he murmurs, his voice shuddering. “THIS BODY… IT’S TRULY HEAVEN!!!”
His hand dips down lower, and your cheeks flush once you hear a lewd squelching sound emanating through the room.
Oh god. That’s what he meant.
His hand continues to pleasure himself, producing all manner of absolutely lecherous sounds from whatever sort of appendage he’s working with. You should really, really turn back now… but you just can’t bring yourself to. It’s utterly fascinating, seeing such a massive being so lost in the throes of pleasure. The high of obtaining this body, which you’re willing to guess he hasn’t had for long… It's fascinating. The fact that you already have some voyeuristic tendencies isn't helping things. Several depraved moans escape his throat, each one reverberating through the confined space and sending heat pooling to your groin.
“GONNA… GONNA MAKE THEM ALL PAY…” he growls, in a voice that utterly terrifies you. “THEY’RE ALL GONNA WORSHIP ME, GROVELING AT MY [[Hyperlink Blocked]]!!”
The pace at which he’s pleasuring himself quickens, and you swear you can see a puddle of goo dripping down between his legs. God, you really, really shouldn’t be here… but it’s undoubtedly exciting, and you just can’t bring yourself to leave. It’s then that his head cranes back to you, and he catches a glimpse of you once more.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
You try to run, but he’s already steadily approaching you, each footstep of his making the ground shake beneath you.
“YOU SAUCY [[Little Sponge]]!!! SO YOU HAVEN’T LEFT YOUR NEW PAL SPAMTON AFTER ALL!!”
Your eyes wander every inch of him in fear. His wild grin, his massive hands, the feet he could easily crush you under… and no matter how hard you try to tear your eyes away, you can’t stop yourself from staring at the massive appendage swinging between his legs. He lowers himself onto his hands and knees, crawling towards you at an incredible pace. Your entire body freezes in fear, fear of his giant form, fear of what that giant form could do to you.
"SO, DO TELL, ESTEEM CUSTOMER!! [[What's Your Alibi]]??? ARE YOU JUST THAT MUCH OF A DIRTY LITTLE FREAK???"
His words are demeaning, but incredibly justified. You really have no godly clue why you decided to stay down here. That was one hell of a blunder. Suddenly, a hand of his ensnares your entire body, tilting your chin upward with the tip of his thumb. Your eyes gaze into his, and the glowing lights rapidly alternate in color, utterly entrancing you. It's beautiful, really truly beautiful, and you can't bring yourself to look away.
"GO ON…" he purrs, his voice a low, coercive whisper. "TELL THE AUDIENCE."
Despite your better judgment, you really, truly want to. The more you stare into his eyes, the more you can feel your common sense drifting away. Are you… being hypnotized? No, that's not it. You're just an honest person. You should be honest with him.
"I…" you stammer, your voice a low drone. "I like to watch people..."
He cackles, eyes still flashing.
"YOU LIKE TO WATCH PEOPLE??? WHAT A SICK [[Little Slime]]!!! THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE, ISN'T IT??"
You immediately feel the desperate need to agree with him, and to vocalize that agreement. Is it out of fear, or out of the sheer arousal still sloshing around in your head right now? You don't know, and you don't care. You don't want or need to think right now.
"Yes…" you answer. "I'm a dirty little slime…"
"GOOD… AT LEAST YOU'RE HONEST, DARLING! IN BUSINESS, YOU GOTTA BE HONEST! BUT WATCHING ALONE ISN'T FUN… DON'T YOU WANNA BE A BIT MORE [[Hands-On]]???"
Is that… really what you want?
What are you talking about? Of course it is. That's why you stayed down here, right? Cause you're a dirty little pervert who likes watching people, a dirty little pervert with a thing for giants. Just be honest with him. You want to be honest.
"Yes…" you agree, lightly nodding your head.
"GOOD, GOOD… DON'T WORRY YOUR [[Sick, Sick]] LITTLE HEAD, YOU [[Degenerate]] LITTLE [[Worm]]!!! YOUR [[New Best Friend]] IS GONNA GIVE YOU JUST WHAT YOU NEED."
He plops himself down onto the ground, spreading his legs. You're given a full view of the appendage between them, utterly massive and slithering around like mad. it twirls, slithers, coils into itself… still gripping you in his hand, he inches you closer, closer to it, until you're pressed up into its surface, your entire frontside smothered in its gooey, sticky warmth, the stench of it overwhelming your nostrils. Fuck… this is all happening so fast, and you feel like you're dreaming, but it's so fucking arousing. Arousal is practically the only thing you can feel right now, actually. Whatever useless things like conscience and fear and uncertainty have been swept away, absorbed by the pretty pink and yellow colors still flashing above your head.
"KISS IT," he orders, with a deep snarl. You do exactly that, planting gentle kisses on the surface. He lets out a sigh, then suddenly pulls you away from it with another loud squelch. He pins you between a finger and a thumb, and with the tip of a finger from his other hand, he shreds your clothing in one fell swoop. A brief moment of defiance overtakes your mind, but not enough to actually form coherent words of protest, instead opting for a mere startled yelp.
"MUCH BETTER…" he coos, picking the shredded pieces of fabric off your body. "NOW, C'MERE…"
He smothers you once more against his cock, and you instinctively find yourself latching onto it, hands and feet curling around the shaft. It's about as long as you are tall, maybe even a bit bigger… it's really a spectacle, one you never thought you'd get to experience for yourself.
"GOD, YOU'RE CUTE LIKE THIS…" he swoons, nuzzling the top of your head with a fingertip. "BUT… I HAVE A BETTER IDEA."
With two fingers, he lifts you up by the shoulders, dangling you above the tip of his cock. you see a slit in the tip of it spread itself open, gaping and twitching like a hungry maw. There's an even stronger stench coming from the inside of his cock, wafting upwards and riddling your mind with the firm musk of sex.
Is he… gonna put you inside of it?
He lowers you further, until your feet are sinking into the tip's squishy surface. Oh god, he is. As if it were a hungry creature, the tip of his cock swallows your feet up, the muscles on the inside twitching and swelling around them.
Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. This is, without a doubt, the hottest fucking thing you've ever experienced. You can feel the walls of his cock constrict around you, pulling your legs in like a boa constrictor swallowing its prey. Goosebumps run up and down the skin of your legs, shuddering at the newfound warmth enveloping you. Soon enough, his cock swallows up your entire lower half, and his fingers release themselves from underneath your shoulders, allowing the appendage to do all the work. The muscles constrict around your waist, then around your chest, and soon enough, with one last squelching noise, your entire body is enveloped in warm, squishy walls, plunged into complete darkness.
You take a deep breath, trying to process exactly what the fuck just happened. The air you're breathing in is warm, stagnant, and reeks with such a lewd musk. You can hear a loud thumping sound reverberating through the tight, squishy walls enveloping your body, one you can only assume is his heartbeat… the lack of oxygen combined with the constant drone of that thumping sound is continuing to drown out any coherent thoughts you could possibly think, and you're completely okay with that.
Suddenly, the walls enveloping your feet grow a bit tighter, as his hand wraps around the outside. The tightness glides upward, then back down, over and over again, and your body is dragged along to the rhythm. With each squeeze around your body, you're only getting more and more aroused, and your hand hurriedly dips down to your crotch to pleasure yourself as well. You're not exactly sure what part is turning you on. Is it the smell, the warmth, the squishy soft good feeling? Or is it just the fact that you're inside someone's cock? You don't really know, and it doesn't matter, because it's just so fucking arousing. Combined with the tight friction caused by his hand are the moans that reverberate through his entire body, and the occasional twitches of ecstasy in the walls around you. You're in your own ecstasy too, rolling your eyes back as you relish the confines of his warm, big, dark, squishy cock. It doesn't take long for you to climax, waves of euphoria crashing down on you… God, that was an embarrassingly short amount of time, but you already want to do it again. Just being here, being trapped inside such a lewd place is all you need to feel so ungodly aroused.
You get a particularly devilish idea, and start wriggling around in the inside of his cock, rocking your hips and pressing yourself against the walls. That earns a rather unhinged moan from him, which again reverberates through the walls enclosing you. Fuck, this is fucking arousing. You doubt he'd even need to hypnotize you if you knew this was his plan all along. You come undone once more, in yet another embarrassing display of speed.
The speed of his hand quickens, and the walls constrict around you over and over again with lecherous schlicking sounds. You press your hands into the squishy surface, planting gentle kisses all over it. His moans grow more and more depraved, shaking your entire form. Suddenly, his fingers pinch tightly at your feet, and you feel him slowly guide you back up to the tip of his cock with one swift motion. Your head pops out from the tip, and his once muffled moans become much, much clearer. Seeing him jerking off is even hotter than just feeling it: it's like watching someone fuck themselves and jack off at the same time, only you're the toy that he's using to fuck himself with.
You suddenly feel a warm, sticky fluid envelop your feet, very quickly rising up to submerge your entire body in its warmth. He pinches the tip of his cock, allowing your entire body (save for your head) to soak in the liquid. Then, aiming his cock downwards towards his hand, he releases his grip, and your body shoots out from inside like a blow dart. Ropes of sticky cum pour out from his cock, coating you in an ungodly stench that makes you yearn for the stagnant air inside his cock. It's like a big, gelatinous glob trying to eat you. He lets out a sigh of relief, his cock finally satisfied and retracting into his body.
"YOU… YOU DID A PRETTY GOOD JOB, ESTEEM CUSTOMER."