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Ember has just moved in to her old family farmhouse. She has a lot of work to do to make it livable too. However, there are other forces at work too. Meanwhile, in SPACE, Queen Vinyl Da. i’gyu-Kazotetzu, ruler of the Gyu.sa-ai’le Queendom, in on her way to earth. She's on a mission; a noble mission. She seeks a suitable being to help expand the Gooborg race. You guessed it, Ember is that candidate. She lands on earth and confronts her. What happens next?

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", "writing": "Goo-rific Origins\n\n“Are ya sure ‘bout this, hun? There’s no goin’ back after this.” Her father held out the deed to her daughter in his claws. “Ownin’ a house is a lotta work, and I ain’t takin the sonuvabitch back.”\n\nEmber was sure. She had no choice at this point, being jobless for as long as she was and having her landlord kick her out.\n\n“Now, don’t worry about the payments on the place, dear.” Her mother put her hands on both of her shoulders. “It’s gonna be your job to fix the place; that’s your rent. You can live in a mess, but we both know that’s not what you want.” She winked as her as she wiggled her shark tail. “We’re happy to be rid of the place anyway.”\n\n“We’re in Florida, for Pete’s sake. It’s hard to run an Air B&B from that far away.” Her father ran his claws through his hair, fiery red and spiked. “It’s fallen into disrepair from the ‘rona anyway. No one’s travelin’ these days.”\n\nShe knew all too well about the crisis at hand. That’s why she wasn’t making any money from her old restaurant job! They booted her, promising to hire her back, but Coco’s Pizza went under. Luckily, her parents were always there for her. \n\n“Thanks y’all.” She started to tear up as she dove in for a hug. She wrapped her wings around them, too, as did her father. Her mother couldn’t follow suit because she was a shark, but she always gave soft, heart-warming hugs with how soft her breasts were. “I promise I’ll fix this old place up real nice.”\n\n“Take your time with it,” her mother lectured, “don’t go doing it all at once.”\n\n“I can’t anyway, ma. I’m nearly broke, remember?”\n\n“That’ll change, hun.” Her father released her and began to turn around. Reaching into his pocket, he pressed the auto-start button on the key fob. The RV roared to life. He much preferred to fly. He was a purebred dragon, so he could support his weight for much longer, unlike mixed-breed dragons, but he had to bring his wife. He walked away, not one to drag on a goodbye.\n\n“You know he cares about you; he just can’t show it.” Her mother teased. “He doesn’t allow himself to show emotion.”\n\nHer dad honked the horn. ”Come on, hun, we gotta get movin’!”\n\nShe groaned loudly, “Just wait a moment, will you?” She turned around again, pulling something out from between her breasts and handing it to Ember. “Make it last, ok?” \n\nEmber took what was in her hands: $500. “Ma, I couldn’t.”\n\n“Yes, you will. Don’t tell your father.” She turned around and ran toward the RV. She always did this sort of thing. She knew Ember didn’t like favors or charity like this. Asking to live for the house was torture enough for her, and now this? The RV backed down the long gravel driveway and disappeared out of sight.\n\nEmber turned around and looked at the house. This wasn’t the first time she had seen it; she grew up in this house. Time was not kind to it, though, even if it was only four years. The red paint was chipped and flaking, and the front porch had several loose boards, a few of which were missing. Though the flower beds were not empty, they housed some dead and withered daisies. The garage wasn’t looking any better; the garage door wasn’t automated, and it took a lot of effort to open. Not to mention all the boxes and junk left in them. The shingles on the roof were old, some missing, and a few had somehow rusted. How was that even possible?\n\nShe walked to the porch, picked up her bags, and carefully stepped over the loose boards. Opening the front door, she was pleasantly surprised. The house had not changed much from what she remembered. The same old grandma-style wallpaper, the same woodwork on the staircase, and the same old smell, that of potpourri and woodsmoke. Of course, the house wasn’t heated by a wood stove anymore, but that smell lingered ever since.\n\nWalking upstairs, she set her things in her old room, finding it had changed a lot. There used to be plush lavender carpet, a white dresser with elaborate designs of ponies between the handles, a side table covered with makeup and a mirror, a large white wardrobe that she had drawn on with crayon, and a queen size bed with lavender sheets and a carved headboard from her grandfather. There was now a king-size bed with boring white sheets; the carpet had been ripped out, exposing the wood flooring, the furniture had been painted brown and touched up with a cherry finish, and the side table held a lamp.\n\nShe set her things by the wardrobe and started downstairs again. Heading back outside, she walked over to the garage door and tried to open it, squatting down to get her claws under it. When she had it open, her blue scales were shimmering with sweat. She hoped the shower was still working; she’d need one after this. \n\nLooking into the garage, her parents weren’t kidding. It was full of trash: boxes on top of boxes, boxes filling boxes, boxes labeled three times over with the previous labels scribbled over, and totes in assorted colors and sizes. She wondered how many boxes of stuff were theirs and how much was just junk. She rolled up the sleeves of her AC/DC shirt. “Well, it's time to earn my keep.”\n\n* * *\n\nSeveral hours had passed before she even knew it. She had sorted through all the boxes without any discretion for any memories that some items may have held, trying her best not to fall into that rut of reminiscence when you go through old things. There was now a large stack of old boxes that she had decided to toss entirely, looking like a pyramid. She had sorted everything into the totes that were in good condition and threw the boxes away. Only seven totes remained of the barrier of boxes that stood in her way. \n\nShe had uncovered her father’s old tool bench while removing boxes. She wasn’t raised as a girly girl; she knew her way around power tools. She’ll need them if she is going to repair the place. She had also found the headboard to her old bed. There was no way she was getting rid of that. The other totes were filled with things she thought she would need later, but she’d cross that bridge another day. The burn pit in the front yard was wide open; maybe she’ll start burning all the stuff she dug out, all that could be burned anyway.\n\nHer stomach grumbled, complaining about the lack of sustenance for the last few hours. “Oh my.” She clutched her stomach. “Well, see ‘bout getting some food.” She tried to close the garage door but only got it half shut. She left it there, swearing to come back again. “Damn, door anyway.” \n\nHeading into the kitchen, her eyes focused on a large yellow note attached to the fridge. Getting closer, she read the note. It was her mother’s penmanship.\n\nThere’s a surprise for you inside.\n\nShe opened the fridge. Her eyes grew wide with amazement. It was fully stocked. She hadn’t had a fully stocked fridge since she moved out. It was full of all the things she liked. Lunch meats, cheeses, that special milk she likes, bread from the farmer’s market, a large hunk of butter from the Amish folk the next town over, and so many other essentials she didn’t have very often. A porcelain dish covered in cling wrap was in the center of it all. There was another note under the cling wrap. “No…” She picked it up and read the note\n\nIt's been a while since you’ve had some, and this is all yours.\n\nShe practically ripped the cling wrap to shreds, getting to the contents. She recognized the cookware—it was Grandma's. She wasn’t around anymore, but she had left some of her cookware and dishware to her mother before she died. She knew what she put in this particular crock, too. She carefully removed the clear lid. There it was, her favorite. “Oh, ma god!”\n\nGrandma’s Baked Beans. Bacon, onions, brown sugar, and lots of love. Of course, if mom made it, it wouldn’t be precisely the same, but that’s asking too much. No one makes it better than Grandma does. She smelled it, taking big, deep whiffs of it. \n\nShe popped it into the microwave, realizing it wasn’t plugged in. She plugged it in and tried again. The smell of beans soon filled the kitchen. It was blissful. She was going to be so gassy tonight, but she didn’t give a damn, she was alone. The microwave dinged, and she grabbed her evening meal of beans. \n\nShe pulled a spoon from the usual drawer and sat on the bar. She was never allowed to do this as a kid, but this was her house now. She ate and ate and ate. Bliss. Mid-meal, she heard a noise outside. Did her parents come back because they forgot something? She looked. There was a cat in the yard, just a stray. “Aww, cute.” She went back to her beans. \n\nThe sun went down without her noticing. When the beans were gone, she could smell something else. She smelled the air. She knew that smell. She lifted her arms and smelled, showing her glistening white underarms. “Yep. I need a shower. I earned it today.” \n\n* * *\n\nMeanwhile, an asteroid was sailing through space towards Earth. It was a peculiar asteroid, to be sure; unlike the usual asteroid, which is made of rock, ice, or metals, this one was made of sticky purple goo.\n\n\"My Queen, we are approaching Earth, section ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha. No reading of detection.”\n\n\"Excellent. Give me a quick briefing, JU-N80M.\"\n\n\"My Queen,\" the drone designated JU-N80M said abruptly, \"The atmosphere is made primarily of Nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon dioxide. The creatures appear to me mostly harmless. Their culture varies wildly, but they seem more concerned with the movements of green pieces of paper than anything else.\" A display of culture from consumable media on Earth appeared on a large screen for the deck to observe. Bipedal creatures dance in humorous and provocative ways, as well as examples of music, standard weapons that can be found, and other written media.\n\n\"I see.\" It wasn't the weirdest thing she had ever heard from a planet. She observed the creatures dancing; she was not amused. This planet reminded her of ViltVodle 6. The natives were unique in inventing the aerosol deodorant before the wheel, which was reflected in their culture.\n\n\"My Queen,\" Drone AK-U1FB asked, \"are you sure you wish to assimilate this planet?\"\n\nShe looked at the drone and chuckled softly. “That’s not like an assimilation unit to say something like that, is it, AK-U1FB? Or perhaps it is because you want to assimilate it all by yourself.”\n\nAK-U1FB stayed quiet, a blush forming on its rubbery cheeks.\n\n“Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance to assimilate the planet. There’s someone I would like to meet first.” She rose from her throne. “I’m going to head down to the planet now, alright? \n\n\"Yes, my Queen.\" \n\n“Gooed drone~” The queen turned and left the flight deck, easing through the solid goop wall of a door. Very good, she thought to herself. I've had my eye on this specimen for a while now. This is my chance to establish a foothold on this planet.\n\nWalking down the hallway, she turned and walked through the doorway that designated the launch bay. Three cannons sat facing sliding doors. Two drones came to attention as she walked in. \n\n\"At ease, my drones.\" They returned to their positions. “I’m heading down to the surface. I’ll call you when I’m ready for you to join me, alright?”\n\n\"But, My Queen,\" AK-Q61G protested, “why not send us down first?\"\n\n\"Yes, My Queen,\" AK-V48C chimed in. “We can easily assimilate this backwoods planet for you!”\n\nShe looked at both of them. “Not even a ‘backwoods’ planet…” she said to them with a hint of distaste in their tone, “…is beneath me, drones.”\n\n“I-I apologize, My Queen,” AK-V48C said. “I didn’t mean it like that…”\n\nThe queen smiled, reaching one of her four arms and rubbing the drone’s head. “I’m glad to hear that, my drone. Do be careful with your words, you are representing Gyu.sa-ai’le after all.” She then stopped, approaching one of the cannons.\n\n“We are your loyal, eternal Gyu.sa-ai’le Drones, my queen,” They both said in sync. AK-Q61G pressed its hand against a gooey-looking cannon and rotated it towards her. She worked her way in, squeezing her goo body inside, filling the chamber. Rotating it back towards the blast door, AK-V48C readied the door. \n\n\"Return to us soon, My Queen,\" The AK-V48C said.\n\n“And leave my drones without their queen’s constant love and affection?” she asked the speaker in a sultry voice. “Don’t worry; I won’t be long.\"\n\n\"Five seconds.\" AK-V48C opened the doors, ready for launch. Earth floated there in space as if waiting for her arrival.\n\n\"Pull!\" With a bang, the queen shot out of the launch cannon and rocketed towards Earth as planned. The closer she got, the more excited she became. Her body was extremely temperature resistant, so she could survive diving into an atmospheric planet like Earth.\n\nShe was entering the Earth's atmosphere now. Morphing into dive position, hands, and legs together, head first; she drove through the atmosphere like a speeding bullet. She could feel the heat trying to burn her gooey body but to no avail. Not even temperatures of 7800 kelvin can destroy the gooborg queen. She made a fiery streak across the sky as she sailed through the atmosphere with one direct target in mind. Breaking all laws of physics, she sails directly towards the American state of Tennessee. She had one being on her mind.\n\nShe was three miles from the ground now; it was now or never. She straightened out and spread her four wings apart. Her strong goo body slowed her fall almost instantly, reducing her speed and leaving her floating downwards. As she fell, she looked around the landscape. It was breathable, not like she needed to breathe. The sunset, the rolling green hills, the farmland, and the large red barns looked familiar to her. There were similar constructs on Sulphron Beta, but farming on Sulphron Beta was not for foodstuffs but for the meat of the Zorpulus Beast, which grew curiously enough from the ground. \n\nShe spotted her target, a two-story red house not far off. As usual, her aim was spectacular. As she flew forward, she stretched her legs out to stick to the shingles on the roof. Then, she decreased the length of her legs, taking her body closer to the roof. She made no noise as she made contact with the roof. \n\nThe gooey queen took a moment to observe her surroundings. She had seen many sunsets on many planets. The twin suns setting on Magrathea, the green sun on Betelgeuse VII, and the blood sun on Frogstar B. This paled compared to any of those, especially the sunsets of Gyu'akno.gloo. The beauty of the purple sun casting shadows of the mountains would always be the most beautiful to her…not that she was biassed to purple, of course.\n\nShe walked down the north side of the roof toward the driveway. Bending over, she stretched her head down over the roof and looked into the window. There she was, her target. The female blue dragon/shark from Earth. The one with potential, the one she had traveled lightyears from Gyu'b-aki to see.\n\nOne of the shingles from the roof fell onto the porch. The dragon/shark looked up from her sustenance. The queen quickly darted back up to the roof. She confirmed she was present in the dwelling, which was good. Now for a way in. She climbed up the roof and went for the other side. Behind the dwelling in the backyard was a picket. There was her way in. She hopped down from the roof and strode towards the picket. \n\nShe heard a voice coming from nearby. She located the source of the sound; it was coming from the second level of the house. It was a feminine voice, but it was also profound. She did not understand the meaning of the words, but she could make them out.\n\nDeep within my heart \nLies a melody \nA song of old San Antone \nWhere in dreams I live \nWith a memory \nBeneath the stars, all alone\n\nAccording to her research, the dragon/shark entity was the only one in the dwelling. It must have been her. Her research also showed that these people sang while bathing. How perfect. She stuck her finger into the sprocket’s opening, squeezing her body through the narrow opening and working her through the needlessly elaborate piping system. \n\n* * *\n\nEmber walked into the bathroom after digging out her toiletries from her bags. It was just as plain as she remembered it being. White tiles with a blue Fleur de Lis every other three tiles on the top row. The shower was one of those shower/tub combo deals. It was always small for her, being a dragon and all. On top of that, she had her mother’s tail, too, so she was a big girl, but not as big as her dad. Maybe she’d remodel it later so she could fit it for once.\n\nSetting her toiletries down on the tub's edge, she wasted no time stripping out her sweaty shirt and cut-off shorts. She always liked wearing men’s shorts rather than women’s. They had better sizes for her body, they had pockets, and a large men's size was cheaper than a women's size equivalent. How stupid was that? She looked at herself in the mirror. She had lost some weight since moving out, that was for sure. Her breasts had stayed the same, though, same ol’ C cups. She wished they were more prominent, though; all her friends at college had larger breasts than her. She was tall, 6’9”; you’d think she’d have a huge rack, like her mom. \n\nTaking off her bra and panties, she looked at the real reason she didn’t like her body. Released from the fabric prison was her six-inch dick. Of course, growing up a hermaphrodite was hard, especially in school. Her parents always told her to be proud of her body and not to care what the other girls said, but that was easy for them to say. “Try hiding a bulge in your pants or showering with the other girls during gym.” Given that her parents were a shark and a dragon, it was a given that she was going to be unique. \n\nSighing, she hopped into the shower, feeling cramped as usual. She hoped the water still worked. It did; the water flowed out of the faucet. It was cold, but it began to warm up. The hot water felt so lovely on her head; she could already feel the warmth flowing down her back, down her breasts, and flowing down to her legs. She wanted a shower more than anything. She pulled the stopper, and the shower head activated. “Oh yes.” She stepped in. The hot water felt just as she had hoped. \n\nShe started to sing. She had lived alone for a long time and grew accustomed to singing in the shower. The shower was the one time when she could be nude, think about anything and everything, and relax. The acoustics in the bathroom were usually decent, too. She sang the first thing that came to mind: her and her father’s favorite song, San Antonio Rose, the John Denver cover.\n\nShe found herself dozing off under the hot water. She had been running around all day, busting her butt, working up a sweat. Her lack of energy became more apparent as she stood there, not moving. Her mother always told her it was a shark thing, and that’s why she was a workaholic. She let the water flow over her long red hair, down her shoulders, drip over her breasts, trickle down her body, and cling to her legs as gravity brought it to the tub floor. \n\nShe suddenly felt cold and started to wake up again. The water had stopped flowing. “Ah, geez. Do I have to add you to the list?” Her southern accent tended to amplify when she was flustered. She stared at the showerhead, hoping it wasn’t a bubble in the pipes and she’d get a blast of water in her face. “Huh.” She unscrewed the showerhead from the pipe, which was easy enough to work for her with her strength. She didn’t see any clogs or build-up, but there was lots of lime in the head. She leaned into the pipe and looked as deep as she could inside. \n\nSome purple, glittery goop exploded out of the pipe, coating her body. Ember screamed in shock. She had tried to fix the plumbing at her apartment before, and foul-colored water came out but never goop. The goop kept flowing out of the pipe now. It was so thick that it was clogging the drain! The tub began to fill with the purple goop. She was up to her ankles now. \n\nPanicking, she leaped from the tub, watching it fill, wondering what the hell was coming out of her pipes. Reaching for the towel she left on the sink, she wrapped it around her chest and thought. “Well, shit.” She didn’t know any plumbers in the area and doubted they would make an emergency call this late at night. She looked around the bathroom for her phone but remembered she had left it in her room when digging things out of her bathroom.\n\n“Don’t go anywhere.” Ember heard a lustrous, feminine voice, but from where? She looked around the room, darting left to right. The goo stopped flowing from the shower, and “You are the one I have been seeking.” A tentacle shot from the tub and slammed the door, nowhere to go now. \n\nThe goop in the tub rippled, the center of the mass beginning to form something, rising from it. She could see something in the goop that was rising. Was it forming a body? The goop formed legs, very thick, voluptuous legs. Its thighs pressed together, sexy in its shape and size, but also powerful. Working its way up, it formed wide hips and a fat, bouncy butt. A thick, ridged penis popped out from the groin area. ‘So, this thing is a he,’ Ember thought. That penis looked scarier than any penis she had ever seen, and she had been around the block, even her dad’s, accidentally (He was a purebred dragon. Purebred dragons boast giant dicks).\n\nIts butt jiggled as the goop slowly built on the current foundations of its form. The torso formed, slowly going up the body. A tail began to form from her backside, working its way out from the body to its tip. Then it reached the breasts. The whole process of creating its body seemed to stop as it took time to fill out its breasts. She watched as this thing’s breasts inflated from flat as a board to her size, then well above, about the size of beach balls. Ember looked into the tub as it was forming its breasts. The tub wasn’t empty yet, and this thing was already taller than her! Was calling it a her accurate? \n\nUpon the goopy form, circuitry patterns began to appear all around, giving this goop a magical and sci-fi feeling. Their shoulders formed, and arms were not far behind, sprouting from her body. Her hands looked normal despite what she had thought it would be. The head began to form, first a blank mannequin head from which features began to sprout. A draconic muzzle emerged, fangs sticking out from the jaws. Blue sprouts of what looked to be its hair popped out and flopped onto her head, settling into a natural, free-flowing look. Horns and ears sprouted from the top: her eyes, black scleras, and pupils with heterochromatic red and purple irises, draconic in shape. Wings sprouted from her back, mighty and awe-inspiring.\n\nThe draconian figure, now complete, put their hands on their hips. “It’s been a while since I’ve slid through plumbing…” She looked herself over, checking her handiwork. She now stood just above ten feet tall, her horns poking the ceiling. Ember stared at this thing in her shower, wide-eyed. This wasn’t a sci-fi movie. Why was this giant goop woman in her shower? She tried to run, but her fear paralyzed her. Her legs were locked in place; not even her wings, sopping wet, would move. She began to step out of the tub, her horns squishing against the bathroom ceiling. Ember still couldn’t move.\n\nEmber finally managed to speak sharply, “Who are you?”\n\n“I,” the goop woman said royally, “am Queen Vinyl Da.i’gyu-Kazotetzu, ruler of the Gyu.sa-ai’le Queendom.” She paused, placing a hand on her breast. “I am what is known as a gooborg dragoness. You are welcome to address me as Vinyl or Queen, whichever you prefer~” Her cybernetic patterns flickered as she added, “You prefer to be addressed as Ember, correct?”\n\nShe couldn’t believe it. Some royalty from outer space comes into her house, scares the shit out of her, and demands that she be treated as royalty by her? “Uh, ok…yes, I’m Ember. What are you doing in my shower?” She was clutching her towel now, desperate to hold on to something.\n\n“I am here for YOU, my dear.” She took a step forward; Ember couldn’t help but watch her ginormous breasts jiggle as she did. \n\n“What do you want with little ‘ol me?” She looked around for something else to look at. Her toilet? Her sink? Herself in the mirror? She couldn’t. This woman’s presence demanded that she look at her; she couldn’t look away.\n\n“My queendom is growing daily, expanding to more planets and spreading our influence.” She stepped closer to her, now right in Ember’s face. It was a small bathroom, and she had very long legs. “This planet has potential. As do you.” She pressed a finger against her breasts, leaving a small circle of her goo behind. \n\n“What about me? Potential? I can’t even pay rent.” She tried to brush away the goo left on her, but it wouldn’t budge. \n\n“When assimilating a new planet, I like to seek individuals with a high synergy to my own self. Individuals who I can trust to watch over the planet or perhaps lead an expedition to new planets. If possible, I also like to seek individuals worthy of becoming my princexes~” \n\nEmber dropped her towel with the thought of becoming anything of hers. There was no way she would want to run off with an alien that had just invaded her house just as things were starting to come together, too. “OK then. Firstly, I don’t even know what a princex is.” She held up one of her fingers. “Second, why should I even consider listening to you? I’m probably dreaming for all I know.”\n\n“Well,” the queen thought, “why don’t I just show you the glory of gooborgs?”\n\nIn a flash, Queen Vinyl jumped on Ember, sending them both to the ground. The bathroom door shattered behind them, leaving a mess of shards in their wake. “Get off of me!”\n\n“Experience the pleasure of becoming my princex, Ember. I guarantee that once you feel the pleasure of my goo, you’ll be begging to join us.” She touched Ember’s breasts, feeling them with both of her hands. When she expected to feel slimy, goopy hands on her body, she felt nothing but pleasure. The stimulus made her moan unexpectedly. She had her experiences with women in the past and plenty of experiences with men, too, but none of them gave this wave of pleasure with a single touch like Queen Vinyl did.\n\n“Aaah.” She moaned again. “No. I, I can’t accept this.” She tried to push the queen off her, only to feel her hands sink into her body. She looked at her hands; she was now restrained within her body. She couldn’t pull her arms out, no matter how much she pulled.\n\n“Your struggles are adorable as they are futile and quite delightful…” She leaned in closer and whispered into her ear, “Your moans, even more so.” The queen licked her ears, slathering them with goo. She then stuck her tongue inside Ember’s ear, leaving goo inside her ears as well, going deeper and deeper until she reached her brain. \n\nEmber couldn’t help but moan more. Queen Vinyl’s goo had already begun working on her body. She started panting heavily, her chest moving with every breath. Why was this happening to her? Did she do something wrong?\n\n“Once my goo begins its work, there is no stopping it, Ember. Your assimilation into my family will bring much glory to my queendom.” She placed her massively large tits on Ember’s face, leaving more goo on her face. Her breath was muffled by her muzzle sinking into the queen’s body. “Don’t be shy, my princex to be… You will be even more gorgeous once you’re all gooey like me~”\n\nShe formed her hand into a sphere and enlarged it with her goo, enlarging it to the size of a yoga ball. It was purple and gooey like the rest of her body. Suddenly, it split in half, strands of goo hanging between the split. Inside the split-open orb were two phallic-shaped objects she knew all too well. She knew exactly what she had made for her but didn’t know why she did it. She hadn’t worn diapers since she was a dracling and not ones with dildo attachments. Queen Gooborg wasted no time in thrusting her free hand underneath Ember’s waist and lifting her. The diaper came in between her legs like a large open mouth, approaching prey. It snapped down around her groin, forming around her tail and sealing shut.\n\nEmber moaned. Not only did this alien thrust a gooey diaper on her, but she also filled her ass and pussy! Ember moaned in pleasure. Forget that an alien just put her in a diaper. Forget that both of her holes were filled. The gooey inside made her feel so hot; she was burning up! She reached down to try and pleasure herself through the goo diaper but couldn’t feel her touch at all. The diaper felt soft, like pressing her hand into a large basin of slime. But this was goo, not slime. And the surface of it felt firm like it was barely being held together. The goo dildos inside her were almost too much; she started to reach for her breasts in desperation for some way to cum, anyway at all.\n\n\n“Let us begin.” Queen Vinyl began to pull Ember into her body, lowering her Gooborg body onto Ember’s. Slowly, Ember’s body was engulfed in the gooey mass. The pleasure that began to overtake her body was immense. It took no time at all for her entire body to be encased by the royal dragoness, a meat husk floating inside a mass of goo. Queen Vinyl arose, and the shards of the door previously sticking into her completely dissolved and converted into more goo. Ember was unconscious but still breathing. The assimilation had begun.\n\nEmber was lost in a world of bliss, her body surrounded by goo. Images began entering her head, as vivid as a lucid dream. A large castle made entirely of dripping goo, not unlike the queen herself. She knew this as Castle Gyu’b-aki, but how though; she had never seen this place in her life. The forests surrounding it, the two cities in the distance. Nuro and Le.idr-o.ron’kyz. She could see their structures and the civilians, all gooborgs, but many vary in texture. Some seemed more rubbery, others more metallic, some even made of tar or chocolate. A decent number of the citizens had black liquid latex bodies with visors and glowing patterns. The information fizzled into her head: Gyu.sa-ai’le Drone Units. \n\n“This is my Queendom.” A voice said, echoing in Ember’s head. “As a princex of my Queendom, you would naturally have dominion over them.” She observed the drones living on the city streets. Their colors varied, but all of them shared similar traits. Wholley was made of cybernetic goo, visors replacing their eyes, and all had a number printed on their body somewhere. If she couldn’t resist the queen, would she like them? Would she be turned into latex and end up with a designation number?\n\n“My queendom is eternal. All my people are eternal. We must expand our civilization as our numbers grow.” She observed the civilians in the city, cramped and constantly rubbing against each other, their Gooborg bodies rubbing and smearing together. “As a princex of my Queendom, you shall assist in the expansion and serve as a figurehead for our planet. And most importantly, you will be cared for as my very own daughter.”\n\nQueen Vinyl flitted into view, the center of her vision. “You, my dear, shall become my newest princex.” Her body began to morph and alter itself. Before she knew it, Ember was looking at herself. But this wasn’t her body; it was a different, sexier, supposedly gooborged version of herself. Her breasts were more prominent, about an E cup. Her blue scales were darkened to a beautiful, dripping amethyst, and her white underbelly was yellow. It reminded her of Spyro the Dragon, but not as cute or snarky. Her fiery red hair was dark brown, which she happily inherited from her father. Her eyes were still golden, though; she felt relief that at least one thing was similar. \n\n“This could be you, Ember.” The Queen Vinyl, disguised as Ember, floated closer to her and raised her head, caressing her chin. “Become my princex. Become a Gooborg.” Leaning forward and whispering into her ear, “Become my Ember Da.i’gyu~” \n\nEmber was suddenly filled with purpose. She liked what she saw in her potential body. She understood her potential as a Gooborg. “Yes, my queen,” she said aloud, “I wish to serve.”\n\n“Gooed choice, my princex.” She inserted her long tongue inside Ember’s mouth, filling her mouth with cybernetic goo. Ember wriggled her tongue inside of her mouth, returning her kiss. She was ready to embrace her new life. The goo flowed down her throat and into her stomach, beginning the assimilation process from the inside out. As the goo flowed through her body, everything it touched became goo.\n\nEmber's body was floating inside of Queen Vinyl’s body, surrounded by the royal goo. The queen stood there, feeling Ember twitch inside of her. Vinyl felt Ember’s mouth open and the goo flowing inside. Her goo was working, and small patches of her blue scales were starting to turn purple. She rubbed her belly up and down, her stomach bulging and pregnant-looking from Ember’s mass.\n\nAs Ember’s stomach filled with goo, the goo seeped through to the rest of her body. She could feel it spreading internally to her hands, feet, wings, and head everywhere. Her new life was beginning from the inside out. Her breasts grew from her already ample C cups to supple E cups. Thighs and hips filled in, sensual and powerful. Her hair darkened as it grew to waist length. Her former blue scales turned deep amethyst and yellow as the goo seeped into her body. Queen Vinyl had more plans for her princex. As goo flowed diaper and seeped through it, it wrapped around her dick. It hardened and attached. More goo stuck to it, extending her shaft. Six inches, eight inches, ten inches. Twelve inches! Flaring the tip, the development was complete. Markings began to form on her completed body, markings resembling a motherboard’s cybernetics. Nondiscriminatory with shape or location, they made themselves known by permanently etching themselves onto her arms, legs, and torso, glowing red with life.\n\n“Yes, my princex is ready to be born.” She spread her legs and strained her gooey body. Ember began to slide out of her vagina, being birthed anew. Her amethyst body dripping with the same goo as her mother, Queen Vinyl herself. She lay there curled in the fetal position, stirring from her dream-like trance.\n\n“Mother,” Ember replied flatly, “my assimilation is complete.” She looked up at her and kept her blank expression. “I have been reborn as your daughter and princess to the Gyu.sa-ai’le.”\n\n“Yes, my daughter.” She reached down and pulled her up from the cold tile floor. “Let us celebrate your rebirth with a little fun. Let us relocate to a more comfortable place.” Ember rose from the floor and followed her queen, her mother. Her breasts bounced with every step, her body beautifully amethyst and yellow. \n\nQueen Gooborg stepped into Ember’s room, observing the environment. The sleeping habits of all the creatures she had assimilated varied greatly, but this was unique. A sack filled with soft padding and metal springs? It will have to do. She sat on the bed and willed Ember to kneel before her. “I must give my blessing.” A penis grew from her groin. Ember’s was impressive, to be sure, but Queen Gooborgs was still larger and thicker. Bumps along the back, a thick head, and plenty of girth to insert into any poor soul being assimilated by choice.\n\n“Yes, mother.” She knew what to do; her mother’s command was clear. She lowered to her knees and began to pleasure her mother with her new gooey mouth. She wrapped her tongue around her penis, covering it with her goo, mixing her new goo and her mothers’. In one swoop, she took the length of it to the back of her throat. As an organic, she had her time pleasuring penises, but this was unlike any she had ever had in her mouth. The different textures on each part of her queen’s dick felt amazing. She began to suck it, intending to taste whatever came out of it.\n\nQueen Gooborg grabbed both sides of her head with her hands. “Too delicate.” Violently working her head up and down her shaft. “My princexes are skilled with sexual relief. You will learn.” Ember was moaning as her queen violently used her mouth as a toy. The gooey, slopping feeling in her mouth was too much like nothing she had ever experienced as an organic. \n\nEmber reached into her diaper and felt her dick. It was so sensitive right now that she had to stroke it. A single stroke sent her into deep euphoria. The ridges and the length her queen gifted her, what a gift. She couldn’t help it; she started to stroke herself with both hands. Her penis grew and grew with every stroke as if she could morph her body at will. She wanted more to stroke, so she gave herself more. She focused on extending her dick. She felt it lengthen in her hands. She grew it so long that the tip pierced through her goo diaper and exposed itself to air.\n\n“I’m about to cum, Ember.” Queen Gooborg said this matter of factly and commandingly. “You will accept my blessing. You will not waste a single drop of it.” She let herself go, and her cum flowed from her dick. She grabbed Ember’s head tighter and held it at the base of her dick. Ember groaned only for a second before the cum began flowing down her throat, maintaining her stroking. Her stomach began to inflate, filling with her Queen’s cum. Larger and larger, it filled. She looked pregnant for only a second before she kept cumming. The Queen was holding her head even closer to the base of her dick now, pressing her muzzle into her body. Ember’s stomach only kept expanding, ballooning further.\n\nSuddenly, the hands on her head released her. Instinctively, her head shot off the Queen’s dick and gasped for air, not like she needed it anymore. More cum was flowing from the Queen’s dick. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, wanting more. Cum shot onto her body, christening her new Gooborg body. The flow of cum ceased, leaving a dribble on the floor in front of her. Ember wasn’t far from cumming, either. She was panting harder and harder now that she could vocalize. She let her cum shoot from her dick. Falling onto her back, she managed to cover herself with her cum, but most of it landed on her inflated stomach, filled to the brim with her Queen’s blessing.\n\n“This is my gift to you.” Queen Gooborg said to Ember, who was breathing heavily. “Personally, I would not hide my royalty from others, but this planet would not understand. You must blend in with your fellow organics and build us a following on this planet.” She stood up, looking down at her new princex. “Do you understand, Princex Ember Da.i’gyu? As my princex and daughter, you have a lot of responsibility.”\n\nEmber looked up and around her filled stomach, loyally at her mother and queen. “Yes, mother.” She caressed her filled stomach as her mother did while assimilating her. The joy of being given a new life was more than she could have ever hoped for. The knowledge of the Gooborg and Gyu.sa-ai’le were ingrained into her.\n\nShe looked at her with a curious eye. “What shall you do with your new life?”\n\n“I will assimilate other organics to the Gooborg. This planet won’t last long, my queen.”\n\nShe smiled at this. “Yes, indeed it won’t.” She stepped forward and kissed her daughter. Ember returned the favor by sticking her tongue in her mouth. “I must leave my daughter. Many species to assimilate for the glory of Gyu.sa-ai’le.”\n\n“Yes, for the glory of Gyu.sa-ai’le.” She closed her eyes and strained herself. Her goo diaper was sucked into her pussy and became one with the plug in her pussy, coating her inner walls with a pleasurable, slimy texture. \n\nThe Queen stepped around Ember and out the door. Opening the door at the end of the hallway, she jumped out the window and was never seen again. Ember knew she could return to Gyu’akno.gloo just fine. Now, how would she begin the assimilation of Earth?\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Goo-rific Origins

“Are ya sure ‘bout this, hun? There’s no goin’ back after this.” Her father held out the deed to her daughter in his claws. “Ownin’ a house is a lotta work, and I ain’t takin the sonuvabitch back.”

Ember was sure. She had no choice at this point, being jobless for as long as she was and having her landlord kick her out.

“Now, don’t worry about the payments on the place, dear.” Her mother put her hands on both of her shoulders. “It’s gonna be your job to fix the place; that’s your rent. You can live in a mess, but we both know that’s not what you want.” She winked as her as she wiggled her shark tail. “We’re happy to be rid of the place anyway.”

“We’re in Florida, for Pete’s sake. It’s hard to run an Air B&B from that far away.” Her father ran his claws through his hair, fiery red and spiked. “It’s fallen into disrepair from the ‘rona anyway. No one’s travelin’ these days.”

She knew all too well about the crisis at hand. That’s why she wasn’t making any money from her old restaurant job! They booted her, promising to hire her back, but Coco’s Pizza went under. Luckily, her parents were always there for her.

“Thanks y’all.” She started to tear up as she dove in for a hug. She wrapped her wings around them, too, as did her father. Her mother couldn’t follow suit because she was a shark, but she always gave soft, heart-warming hugs with how soft her breasts were. “I promise I’ll fix this old place up real nice.”

“Take your time with it,” her mother lectured, “don’t go doing it all at once.”

“I can’t anyway, ma. I’m nearly broke, remember?”

“That’ll change, hun.” Her father released her and began to turn around. Reaching into his pocket, he pressed the auto-start button on the key fob. The RV roared to life. He much preferred to fly. He was a purebred dragon, so he could support his weight for much longer, unlike mixed-breed dragons, but he had to bring his wife. He walked away, not one to drag on a goodbye.

“You know he cares about you; he just can’t show it.” Her mother teased. “He doesn’t allow himself to show emotion.”

Her dad honked the horn. ”Come on, hun, we gotta get movin’!”

She groaned loudly, “Just wait a moment, will you?” She turned around again, pulling something out from between her breasts and handing it to Ember. “Make it last, ok?”

Ember took what was in her hands: $500. “Ma, I couldn’t.”

“Yes, you will. Don’t tell your father.” She turned around and ran toward the RV. She always did this sort of thing. She knew Ember didn’t like favors or charity like this. Asking to live for the house was torture enough for her, and now this? The RV backed down the long gravel driveway and disappeared out of sight.

Ember turned around and looked at the house. This wasn’t the first time she had seen it; she grew up in this house. Time was not kind to it, though, even if it was only four years. The red paint was chipped and flaking, and the front porch had several loose boards, a few of which were missing. Though the flower beds were not empty, they housed some dead and withered daisies. The garage wasn’t looking any better; the garage door wasn’t automated, and it took a lot of effort to open. Not to mention all the boxes and junk left in them. The shingles on the roof were old, some missing, and a few had somehow rusted. How was that even possible?

She walked to the porch, picked up her bags, and carefully stepped over the loose boards. Opening the front door, she was pleasantly surprised. The house had not changed much from what she remembered. The same old grandma-style wallpaper, the same woodwork on the staircase, and the same old smell, that of potpourri and woodsmoke. Of course, the house wasn’t heated by a wood stove anymore, but that smell lingered ever since.

Walking upstairs, she set her things in her old room, finding it had changed a lot. There used to be plush lavender carpet, a white dresser with elaborate designs of ponies between the handles, a side table covered with makeup and a mirror, a large white wardrobe that she had drawn on with crayon, and a queen size bed with lavender sheets and a carved headboard from her grandfather. There was now a king-size bed with boring white sheets; the carpet had been ripped out, exposing the wood flooring, the furniture had been painted brown and touched up with a cherry finish, and the side table held a lamp.

She set her things by the wardrobe and started downstairs again. Heading back outside, she walked over to the garage door and tried to open it, squatting down to get her claws under it. When she had it open, her blue scales were shimmering with sweat. She hoped the shower was still working; she’d need one after this.

Looking into the garage, her parents weren’t kidding. It was full of trash: boxes on top of boxes, boxes filling boxes, boxes labeled three times over with the previous labels scribbled over, and totes in assorted colors and sizes. She wondered how many boxes of stuff were theirs and how much was just junk. She rolled up the sleeves of her AC/DC shirt. “Well, it's time to earn my keep.”

* * *

Several hours had passed before she even knew it. She had sorted through all the boxes without any discretion for any memories that some items may have held, trying her best not to fall into that rut of reminiscence when you go through old things. There was now a large stack of old boxes that she had decided to toss entirely, looking like a pyramid. She had sorted everything into the totes that were in good condition and threw the boxes away. Only seven totes remained of the barrier of boxes that stood in her way.

She had uncovered her father’s old tool bench while removing boxes. She wasn’t raised as a girly girl; she knew her way around power tools. She’ll need them if she is going to repair the place. She had also found the headboard to her old bed. There was no way she was getting rid of that. The other totes were filled with things she thought she would need later, but she’d cross that bridge another day. The burn pit in the front yard was wide open; maybe she’ll start burning all the stuff she dug out, all that could be burned anyway.

Her stomach grumbled, complaining about the lack of sustenance for the last few hours. “Oh my.” She clutched her stomach. “Well, see ‘bout getting some food.” She tried to close the garage door but only got it half shut. She left it there, swearing to come back again. “Damn, door anyway.”

Heading into the kitchen, her eyes focused on a large yellow note attached to the fridge. Getting closer, she read the note. It was her mother’s penmanship.

There’s a surprise for you inside.

She opened the fridge. Her eyes grew wide with amazement. It was fully stocked. She hadn’t had a fully stocked fridge since she moved out. It was full of all the things she liked. Lunch meats, cheeses, that special milk she likes, bread from the farmer’s market, a large hunk of butter from the Amish folk the next town over, and so many other essentials she didn’t have very often. A porcelain dish covered in cling wrap was in the center of it all. There was another note under the cling wrap. “No…” She picked it up and read the note

It's been a while since you’ve had some, and this is all yours.

She practically ripped the cling wrap to shreds, getting to the contents. She recognized the cookware—it was Grandma's. She wasn’t around anymore, but she had left some of her cookware and dishware to her mother before she died. She knew what she put in this particular crock, too. She carefully removed the clear lid. There it was, her favorite. “Oh, ma god!”

Grandma’s Baked Beans. Bacon, onions, brown sugar, and lots of love. Of course, if mom made it, it wouldn’t be precisely the same, but that’s asking too much. No one makes it better than Grandma does. She smelled it, taking big, deep whiffs of it.

She popped it into the microwave, realizing it wasn’t plugged in. She plugged it in and tried again. The smell of beans soon filled the kitchen. It was blissful. She was going to be so gassy tonight, but she didn’t give a damn, she was alone. The microwave dinged, and she grabbed her evening meal of beans.

She pulled a spoon from the usual drawer and sat on the bar. She was never allowed to do this as a kid, but this was her house now. She ate and ate and ate. Bliss. Mid-meal, she heard a noise outside. Did her parents come back because they forgot something? She looked. There was a cat in the yard, just a stray. “Aww, cute.” She went back to her beans.

The sun went down without her noticing. When the beans were gone, she could smell something else. She smelled the air. She knew that smell. She lifted her arms and smelled, showing her glistening white underarms. “Yep. I need a shower. I earned it today.”

* * *

Meanwhile, an asteroid was sailing through space towards Earth. It was a peculiar asteroid, to be sure; unlike the usual asteroid, which is made of rock, ice, or metals, this one was made of sticky purple goo.

"My Queen, we are approaching Earth, section ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha. No reading of detection.”

"Excellent. Give me a quick briefing, JU-N80M."

"My Queen," the drone designated JU-N80M said abruptly, "The atmosphere is made primarily of Nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon dioxide. The creatures appear to me mostly harmless. Their culture varies wildly, but they seem more concerned with the movements of green pieces of paper than anything else." A display of culture from consumable media on Earth appeared on a large screen for the deck to observe. Bipedal creatures dance in humorous and provocative ways, as well as examples of music, standard weapons that can be found, and other written media.

"I see." It wasn't the weirdest thing she had ever heard from a planet. She observed the creatures dancing; she was not amused. This planet reminded her of ViltVodle 6. The natives were unique in inventing the aerosol deodorant before the wheel, which was reflected in their culture.

"My Queen," Drone AK-U1FB asked, "are you sure you wish to assimilate this planet?"

She looked at the drone and chuckled softly. “That’s not like an assimilation unit to say something like that, is it, AK-U1FB?  Or perhaps it is because you want to assimilate it all by yourself.”

AK-U1FB stayed quiet, a blush forming on its rubbery cheeks.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance to assimilate the planet. There’s someone I would like to meet first.”  She rose from her throne. “I’m going to head down to the planet now, alright?

"Yes, my Queen."

“Gooed drone~” The queen turned and left the flight deck, easing through the solid goop wall of a door. Very good, she thought to herself. I've had my eye on this specimen for a while now. This is my chance to establish a foothold on this planet.

Walking down the hallway, she turned and walked through the doorway that designated the launch bay. Three cannons sat facing sliding doors. Two drones came to attention as she walked in.

"At ease, my drones." They returned to their positions. “I’m heading down to the surface.  I’ll call you when I’m ready for you to join me, alright?”

"But, My Queen," AK-Q61G protested, “why not send us down first?"

"Yes, My Queen," AK-V48C chimed in. “We can easily assimilate this backwoods planet for you!”

She looked at both of them. “Not even a ‘backwoods’ planet…” she said to them with a hint of distaste in their tone, “…is beneath me, drones.”

“I-I apologize, My Queen,” AK-V48C said.  “I didn’t mean it like that…”

The queen smiled, reaching one of her four arms and rubbing the drone’s head. “I’m glad to hear that, my drone.  Do be careful with your words, you are representing Gyu.sa-ai’le after all.” She then stopped, approaching one of the cannons.

“We are your loyal, eternal Gyu.sa-ai’le Drones, my queen,” They both said in sync. AK-Q61G pressed its hand against a gooey-looking cannon and rotated it towards her. She worked her way in, squeezing her goo body inside, filling the chamber. Rotating it back towards the blast door, AK-V48C readied the door.

"Return to us soon, My Queen," The AK-V48C said.

“And leave my drones without their queen’s constant love and affection?” she asked the speaker in a sultry voice. “Don’t worry; I won’t be long."

"Five seconds." AK-V48C opened the doors, ready for launch. Earth floated there in space as if waiting for her arrival.

"Pull!" With a bang, the queen shot out of the launch cannon and rocketed towards Earth as planned. The closer she got, the more excited she became. Her body was extremely temperature resistant, so she could survive diving into an atmospheric planet like Earth.

She was entering the Earth's atmosphere now. Morphing into dive position, hands, and legs together, head first; she drove through the atmosphere like a speeding bullet. She could feel the heat trying to burn her gooey body but to no avail. Not even temperatures of 7800 kelvin can destroy the gooborg queen. She made a fiery streak across the sky as she sailed through the atmosphere with one direct target in mind. Breaking all laws of physics, she sails directly towards the American state of Tennessee. She had one being on her mind.

She was three miles from the ground now; it was now or never. She straightened out and spread her four wings apart. Her strong goo body slowed her fall almost instantly, reducing her speed and leaving her floating downwards. As she fell, she looked around the landscape. It was breathable, not like she needed to breathe. The sunset, the rolling green hills, the farmland, and the large red barns looked familiar to her. There were similar constructs on Sulphron Beta, but farming on Sulphron Beta was not for foodstuffs but for the meat of the Zorpulus Beast, which grew curiously enough from the ground.

She spotted her target, a two-story red house not far off. As usual, her aim was spectacular. As she flew forward, she stretched her legs out to stick to the shingles on the roof. Then, she decreased the length of her legs, taking her body closer to the roof. She made no noise as she made contact with the roof.

The gooey queen took a moment to observe her surroundings. She had seen many sunsets on many planets. The twin suns setting on Magrathea, the green sun on Betelgeuse VII, and the blood sun on Frogstar B. This paled compared to any of those, especially the sunsets of Gyu'akno.gloo. The beauty of the purple sun casting shadows of the mountains would always be the most beautiful to her…not that she was biassed to purple, of course.

She walked down the north side of the roof toward the driveway. Bending over, she stretched her head down over the roof and looked into the window. There she was, her target. The female blue dragon/shark from Earth. The one with potential, the one she had traveled lightyears from Gyu'b-aki to see.

One of the shingles from the roof fell onto the porch. The dragon/shark looked up from her sustenance. The queen quickly darted back up to the roof. She confirmed she was present in the dwelling, which was good. Now for a way in. She climbed up the roof and went for the other side. Behind the dwelling in the backyard was a picket. There was her way in. She hopped down from the roof and strode towards the picket.

She heard a voice coming from nearby. She located the source of the sound; it was coming from the second level of the house. It was a feminine voice, but it was also profound. She did not understand the meaning of the words, but she could make them out.

Deep within my heart
Lies a melody
A song of old San Antone
Where in dreams I live
With a memory
Beneath the stars, all alone

According to her research, the dragon/shark entity was the only one in the dwelling. It must have been her. Her research also showed that these people sang while bathing. How perfect. She stuck her finger into the sprocket’s opening, squeezing her body through the narrow opening and working her through the needlessly elaborate piping system.

* * *

Ember walked into the bathroom after digging out her toiletries from her bags. It was just as plain as she remembered it being. White tiles with a blue Fleur de Lis every other three tiles on the top row. The shower was one of those shower/tub combo deals. It was always small for her, being a dragon and all. On top of that, she had her mother’s tail, too, so she was a big girl, but not as big as her dad. Maybe she’d remodel it later so she could fit it for once.

Setting her toiletries down on the tub's edge, she wasted no time stripping out her sweaty shirt and cut-off shorts. She always liked wearing men’s shorts rather than women’s. They had better sizes for her body, they had pockets, and a large men's size was cheaper than a women's size equivalent. How stupid was that? She looked at herself in the mirror. She had lost some weight since moving out, that was for sure. Her breasts had stayed the same, though, same ol’ C cups. She wished they were more prominent, though; all her friends at college had larger breasts than her. She was tall, 6’9”; you’d think she’d have a huge rack, like her mom.

Taking off her bra and panties, she looked at the real reason she didn’t like her body. Released from the fabric prison was her six-inch dick. Of course, growing up a hermaphrodite was hard, especially in school. Her parents always told her to be proud of her body and not to care what the other girls said, but that was easy for them to say. “Try hiding a bulge in your pants or showering with the other girls during gym.” Given that her parents were a shark and a dragon, it was a given that she was going to be unique.

Sighing, she hopped into the shower, feeling cramped as usual. She hoped the water still worked. It did; the water flowed out of the faucet. It was cold, but it began to warm up. The hot water felt so lovely on her head; she could already feel the warmth flowing down her back, down her breasts, and flowing down to her legs. She wanted a shower more than anything. She pulled the stopper, and the shower head activated. “Oh yes.” She stepped in. The hot water felt just as she had hoped.

She started to sing. She had lived alone for a long time and grew accustomed to singing in the shower. The shower was the one time when she could be nude, think about anything and everything, and relax. The acoustics in the bathroom were usually decent, too. She sang the first thing that came to mind: her and her father’s favorite song, San Antonio Rose, the John Denver cover.

She found herself dozing off under the hot water. She had been running around all day, busting her butt, working up a sweat. Her lack of energy became more apparent as she stood there, not moving. Her mother always told her it was a shark thing, and that’s why she was a workaholic. She let the water flow over her long red hair, down her shoulders, drip over her breasts, trickle down her body, and cling to her legs as gravity brought it to the tub floor.

She suddenly felt cold and started to wake up again. The water had stopped flowing. “Ah, geez. Do I have to add you to the list?” Her southern accent tended to amplify when she was flustered. She stared at the showerhead, hoping it wasn’t a bubble in the pipes and she’d get a blast of water in her face. “Huh.” She unscrewed the showerhead from the pipe, which was easy enough to work for her with her strength. She didn’t see any clogs or build-up, but there was lots of lime in the head. She leaned into the pipe and looked as deep as she could inside.

Some purple, glittery goop exploded out of the pipe, coating her body. Ember screamed in shock. She had tried to fix the plumbing at her apartment before, and foul-colored water came out but never goop. The goop kept flowing out of the pipe now. It was so thick that it was clogging the drain! The tub began to fill with the purple goop. She was up to her ankles now.

Panicking, she leaped from the tub, watching it fill, wondering what the hell was coming out of her pipes. Reaching for the towel she left on the sink, she wrapped it around her chest and thought. “Well, shit.” She didn’t know any plumbers in the area and doubted they would make an emergency call this late at night. She looked around the bathroom for her phone but remembered she had left it in her room when digging things out of her bathroom.

“Don’t go anywhere.” Ember heard a lustrous, feminine voice, but from where? She looked around the room, darting left to right. The goo stopped flowing from the shower, and “You are the one I have been seeking.” A tentacle shot from the tub and slammed the door, nowhere to go now.

The goop in the tub rippled, the center of the mass beginning to form something, rising from it. She could see something in the goop that was rising. Was it forming a body? The goop formed legs, very thick, voluptuous legs. Its thighs pressed together, sexy in its shape and size, but also powerful. Working its way up, it formed wide hips and a fat, bouncy butt. A thick, ridged penis popped out from the groin area. ‘So, this thing is a he,’ Ember thought. That penis looked scarier than any penis she had ever seen, and she had been around the block, even her dad’s, accidentally (He was a purebred dragon. Purebred dragons boast giant dicks).

Its butt jiggled as the goop slowly built on the current foundations of its form. The torso formed, slowly going up the body. A tail began to form from her backside, working its way out from the body to its tip. Then it reached the breasts. The whole process of creating its body seemed to stop as it took time to fill out its breasts. She watched as this thing’s breasts inflated from flat as a board to her size, then well above, about the size of beach balls. Ember looked into the tub as it was forming its breasts. The tub wasn’t empty yet, and this thing was already taller than her! Was calling it a her accurate?

Upon the goopy form, circuitry patterns began to appear all around, giving this goop a magical and sci-fi feeling. Their shoulders formed, and arms were not far behind, sprouting from her body. Her hands looked normal despite what she had thought it would be. The head began to form, first a blank mannequin head from which features began to sprout. A draconic muzzle emerged, fangs sticking out from the jaws. Blue sprouts of what looked to be its hair popped out and flopped onto her head, settling into a natural, free-flowing look. Horns and ears sprouted from the top: her eyes, black scleras, and pupils with heterochromatic red and purple irises, draconic in shape. Wings sprouted from her back, mighty and awe-inspiring.

The draconian figure, now complete, put their hands on their hips. “It’s been a while since I’ve slid through plumbing…” She looked herself over, checking her handiwork. She now stood just above ten feet tall, her horns poking the ceiling. Ember stared at this thing in her shower, wide-eyed. This wasn’t a sci-fi movie. Why was this giant goop woman in her shower? She tried to run, but her fear paralyzed her. Her legs were locked in place; not even her wings, sopping wet, would move. She began to step out of the tub, her horns squishing against the bathroom ceiling. Ember still couldn’t move.

Ember finally managed to speak sharply, “Who are you?”

“I,” the goop woman said royally, “am Queen Vinyl Da.i’gyu-Kazotetzu, ruler of the Gyu.sa-ai’le Queendom.” She paused, placing a hand on her breast. “I am what is known as a gooborg dragoness.  You are welcome to address me as Vinyl or Queen, whichever you prefer~” Her cybernetic patterns flickered as she added, “You prefer to be addressed as Ember, correct?”

She couldn’t believe it. Some royalty from outer space comes into her house, scares the shit out of her, and demands that she be treated as royalty by her? “Uh, ok…yes, I’m Ember. What are you doing in my shower?” She was clutching her towel now, desperate to hold on to something.

“I am here for YOU, my dear.” She took a step forward; Ember couldn’t help but watch her ginormous breasts jiggle as she did.

“What do you want with little ‘ol me?” She looked around for something else to look at. Her toilet? Her sink? Herself in the mirror? She couldn’t. This woman’s presence demanded that she look at her; she couldn’t look away.

“My queendom is growing daily, expanding to more planets and spreading our influence.” She stepped closer to her, now right in Ember’s face. It was a small bathroom, and she had very long legs. “This planet has potential. As do you.” She pressed a finger against her breasts, leaving a small circle of her goo behind.

“What about me? Potential? I can’t even pay rent.” She tried to brush away the goo left on her, but it wouldn’t budge.

“When assimilating a new planet, I like to seek individuals with a high synergy to my own self.  Individuals who I can trust to watch over the planet or perhaps lead an expedition to new planets.  If possible, I also like to seek individuals worthy of becoming my princexes~”

Ember dropped her towel with the thought of becoming anything of hers. There was no way she would want to run off with an alien that had just invaded her house just as things were starting to come together, too. “OK then. Firstly, I don’t even know what a princex is.” She held up one of her fingers. “Second, why should I even consider listening to you? I’m probably dreaming for all I know.”

“Well,” the queen thought, “why don’t I just show you the glory of gooborgs?”

In a flash, Queen Vinyl jumped on Ember, sending them both to the ground. The bathroom door shattered behind them, leaving a mess of shards in their wake. “Get off of me!”

“Experience the pleasure of becoming my princex, Ember. I guarantee that once you feel the pleasure of my goo, you’ll be begging to join us.” She touched Ember’s breasts, feeling them with both of her hands. When she expected to feel slimy, goopy hands on her body, she felt nothing but pleasure. The stimulus made her moan unexpectedly. She had her experiences with women in the past and plenty of experiences with men, too, but none of them gave this wave of pleasure with a single touch like Queen Vinyl did.

“Aaah.” She moaned again. “No. I, I can’t accept this.” She tried to push the queen off her, only to feel her hands sink into her body. She looked at her hands; she was now restrained within her body. She couldn’t pull her arms out, no matter how much she pulled.

“Your struggles are adorable as they are futile and quite delightful…” She leaned in closer and whispered into her ear, “Your moans, even more so.” The queen licked her ears, slathering them with goo. She then stuck her tongue inside Ember’s ear, leaving goo inside her ears as well, going deeper and deeper until she reached her brain.

Ember couldn’t help but moan more. Queen Vinyl’s goo had already begun working on her body. She started panting heavily, her chest moving with every breath. Why was this happening to her? Did she do something wrong?

“Once my goo begins its work, there is no stopping it, Ember. Your assimilation into my family will bring much glory to my queendom.” She placed her massively large tits on Ember’s face, leaving more goo on her face. Her breath was muffled by her muzzle sinking into the queen’s body. “Don’t be shy, my princex to be…  You will be even more gorgeous once you’re all gooey like me~”

She formed her hand into a sphere and enlarged it with her goo, enlarging it to the size of a yoga ball. It was purple and gooey like the rest of her body. Suddenly, it split in half, strands of goo hanging between the split. Inside the split-open orb were two phallic-shaped objects she knew all too well. She knew exactly what she had made for her but didn’t know why she did it. She hadn’t worn diapers since she was a dracling and not ones with dildo attachments. Queen Gooborg wasted no time in thrusting her free hand underneath Ember’s waist and lifting her. The diaper came in between her legs like a large open mouth, approaching prey. It snapped down around her groin, forming around her tail and sealing shut.

Ember moaned. Not only did this alien thrust a gooey diaper on her, but she also filled her ass and pussy! Ember moaned in pleasure. Forget that an alien just put her in a diaper. Forget that both of her holes were filled. The gooey inside made her feel so hot; she was burning up! She reached down to try and pleasure herself through the goo diaper but couldn’t feel her touch at all. The diaper felt soft, like pressing her hand into a large basin of slime. But this was goo, not slime. And the surface of it felt firm like it was barely being held together. The goo dildos inside her were almost too much; she started to reach for her breasts in desperation for some way to cum, anyway at all.


“Let us begin.” Queen Vinyl began to pull Ember into her body, lowering her Gooborg body onto Ember’s. Slowly, Ember’s body was engulfed in the gooey mass. The pleasure that began to overtake her body was immense. It took no time at all for her entire body to be encased by the royal dragoness, a meat husk floating inside a mass of goo. Queen Vinyl arose, and the shards of the door previously sticking into her completely dissolved and converted into more goo. Ember was unconscious but still breathing. The assimilation had begun.

Ember was lost in a world of bliss, her body surrounded by goo. Images began entering her head, as vivid as a lucid dream. A large castle made entirely of dripping goo, not unlike the queen herself. She knew this as Castle Gyu’b-aki, but how though; she had never seen this place in her life. The forests surrounding it, the two cities in the distance. Nuro and Le.idr-o.ron’kyz. She could see their structures and the civilians, all gooborgs, but many vary in texture. Some seemed more rubbery, others more metallic, some even made of tar or chocolate. A decent number of the citizens had black liquid latex bodies with visors and glowing patterns. The information fizzled into her head: Gyu.sa-ai’le Drone Units.

“This is my Queendom.” A voice said, echoing in Ember’s head. “As a princex of my Queendom, you would naturally have dominion over them.” She observed the drones living on the city streets. Their colors varied, but all of them shared similar traits. Wholley was made of cybernetic goo, visors replacing their eyes, and all had a number printed on their body somewhere. If she couldn’t resist the queen, would she like them? Would she be turned into latex and end up with a designation number?

“My queendom is eternal. All my people are eternal. We must expand our civilization as our numbers grow.” She observed the civilians in the city, cramped and constantly rubbing against each other, their Gooborg bodies rubbing and smearing together. “As a princex of my Queendom, you shall assist in the expansion and serve as a figurehead for our planet. And most importantly, you will be cared for as my very own daughter.”

Queen Vinyl flitted into view, the center of her vision. “You, my dear, shall become my newest princex.” Her body began to morph and alter itself. Before she knew it, Ember was looking at herself. But this wasn’t her body; it was a different, sexier, supposedly gooborged version of herself. Her breasts were more prominent, about an E cup. Her blue scales were darkened to a beautiful, dripping amethyst, and her white underbelly was yellow.  It reminded her of Spyro the Dragon, but not as cute or snarky. Her fiery red hair was dark brown, which she happily inherited from her father. Her eyes were still golden, though; she felt relief that at least one thing was similar.

“This could be you, Ember.” The Queen Vinyl, disguised as Ember, floated closer to her and raised her head, caressing her chin. “Become my princex. Become a Gooborg.” Leaning forward and whispering into her ear, “Become my Ember Da.i’gyu~”

Ember was suddenly filled with purpose. She liked what she saw in her potential body. She understood her potential as a Gooborg. “Yes, my queen,” she said aloud, “I wish to serve.”

“Gooed choice, my princex.” She inserted her long tongue inside Ember’s mouth, filling her mouth with cybernetic goo. Ember wriggled her tongue inside of her mouth, returning her kiss. She was ready to embrace her new life. The goo flowed down her throat and into her stomach, beginning the assimilation process from the inside out. As the goo flowed through her body, everything it touched became goo.

Ember's body was floating inside of Queen Vinyl’s body, surrounded by the royal goo. The queen stood there, feeling Ember twitch inside of her. Vinyl felt Ember’s mouth open and the goo flowing inside. Her goo was working, and small patches of her blue scales were starting to turn purple. She rubbed her belly up and down, her stomach bulging and pregnant-looking from Ember’s mass.

As Ember’s stomach filled with goo, the goo seeped through to the rest of her body. She could feel it spreading internally to her hands, feet, wings, and head everywhere. Her new life was beginning from the inside out. Her breasts grew from her already ample C cups to supple E cups. Thighs and hips filled in, sensual and powerful. Her hair darkened as it grew to waist length.  Her former blue scales turned deep amethyst and yellow as the goo seeped into her body. Queen Vinyl had more plans for her princex. As goo flowed diaper and seeped through it, it wrapped around her dick. It hardened and attached. More goo stuck to it, extending her shaft. Six inches, eight inches, ten inches. Twelve inches! Flaring the tip, the development was complete. Markings began to form on her completed body, markings resembling a motherboard’s cybernetics. Nondiscriminatory with shape or location, they made themselves known by permanently etching themselves onto her arms, legs, and torso, glowing red with life.

“Yes, my princex is ready to be born.” She spread her legs and strained her gooey body. Ember began to slide out of her vagina, being birthed anew. Her amethyst body dripping with the same goo as her mother, Queen Vinyl herself. She lay there curled in the fetal position, stirring from her dream-like trance.

“Mother,” Ember replied flatly, “my assimilation is complete.” She looked up at her and kept her blank expression. “I have been reborn as your daughter and princess to the Gyu.sa-ai’le.”

“Yes, my daughter.” She reached down and pulled her up from the cold tile floor. “Let us celebrate your rebirth with a little fun. Let us relocate to a more comfortable place.” Ember rose from the floor and followed her queen, her mother. Her breasts bounced with every step, her body beautifully amethyst and yellow.

Queen Gooborg stepped into Ember’s room, observing the environment. The sleeping habits of all the creatures she had assimilated varied greatly, but this was unique. A sack filled with soft padding and metal springs? It will have to do. She sat on the bed and willed Ember to kneel before her. “I must give my blessing.” A penis grew from her groin. Ember’s was impressive, to be sure, but Queen Gooborgs was still larger and thicker. Bumps along the back, a thick head, and plenty of girth to insert into any poor soul being assimilated by choice.

“Yes, mother.” She knew what to do; her mother’s command was clear. She lowered to her knees and began to pleasure her mother with her new gooey mouth. She wrapped her tongue around her penis, covering it with her goo, mixing her new goo and her mothers’. In one swoop, she took the length of it to the back of her throat. As an organic, she had her time pleasuring penises, but this was unlike any she had ever had in her mouth. The different textures on each part of her queen’s dick felt amazing. She began to suck it, intending to taste whatever came out of it.

Queen Gooborg grabbed both sides of her head with her hands. “Too delicate.” Violently working her head up and down her shaft. “My princexes are skilled with sexual relief. You will learn.” Ember was moaning as her queen violently used her mouth as a toy. The gooey, slopping feeling in her mouth was too much like nothing she had ever experienced as an organic.

Ember reached into her diaper and felt her dick. It was so sensitive right now that she had to stroke it. A single stroke sent her into deep euphoria. The ridges and the length her queen gifted her, what a gift. She couldn’t help it; she started to stroke herself with both hands. Her penis grew and grew with every stroke as if she could morph her body at will. She wanted more to stroke, so she gave herself more. She focused on extending her dick. She felt it lengthen in her hands. She grew it so long that the tip pierced through her goo diaper and exposed itself to air.

“I’m about to cum, Ember.” Queen Gooborg said this matter of factly and commandingly. “You will accept my blessing. You will not waste a single drop of it.” She let herself go, and her cum flowed from her dick. She grabbed Ember’s head tighter and held it at the base of her dick. Ember groaned only for a second before the cum began flowing down her throat, maintaining her stroking. Her stomach began to inflate, filling with her Queen’s cum. Larger and larger, it filled. She looked pregnant for only a second before she kept cumming. The Queen was holding her head even closer to the base of her dick now, pressing her muzzle into her body. Ember’s stomach only kept expanding, ballooning further.

Suddenly, the hands on her head released her. Instinctively, her head shot off the Queen’s dick and gasped for air, not like she needed it anymore. More cum was flowing from the Queen’s dick. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, wanting more. Cum shot onto her body, christening her new Gooborg body. The flow of cum ceased, leaving a dribble on the floor in front of her. Ember wasn’t far from cumming, either. She was panting harder and harder now that she could vocalize. She let her cum shoot from her dick. Falling onto her back, she managed to cover herself with her cum, but most of it landed on her inflated stomach, filled to the brim with her Queen’s blessing.

“This is my gift to you.” Queen Gooborg said to Ember, who was breathing heavily. “Personally, I would not hide my royalty from others, but this planet would not understand. You must blend in with your fellow organics and build us a following on this planet.” She stood up, looking down at her new princex. “Do you understand, Princex Ember Da.i’gyu? As my princex and daughter, you have a lot of responsibility.”

Ember looked up and around her filled stomach, loyally at her mother and queen. “Yes, mother.” She caressed her filled stomach as her mother did while assimilating her. The joy of being given a new life was more than she could have ever hoped for. The knowledge of the Gooborg and Gyu.sa-ai’le were ingrained into her.

She looked at her with a curious eye. “What shall you do with your new life?”

“I will assimilate other organics to the Gooborg. This planet won’t last long, my queen.”

She smiled at this. “Yes, indeed it won’t.” She stepped forward and kissed her daughter. Ember returned the favor by sticking her tongue in her mouth. “I must leave my daughter. Many species to assimilate for the glory of Gyu.sa-ai’le.”

“Yes, for the glory of Gyu.sa-ai’le.” She closed her eyes and strained herself. Her goo diaper was sucked into her pussy and became one with the plug in her pussy, coating her inner walls with a pleasurable, slimy texture.

The Queen stepped around Ember and out the door. Opening the door at the end of the hallway, she jumped out the window and was never seen again. Ember knew she could return to Gyu’akno.gloo just fine. Now, how would she begin the assimilation of Earth?
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