Heya Ced, First off - sorry, but I lost your vibrator. No clue what happened to it. It just disappeared one day. Second - I just woke up from the craziest night. At first, it was just me struggling to sleep. Like I said, I started a day shift job, so I've been trying to actually sleep at night. Thing is, bats just aren't built for that kind of schedule. I remember it being 3am last time I looked at the clock, and I wasn't even halfway to sleepy. I pretty much gave up on keeping my eyes closed, so I just started staring at the ceiling. Something big and black caught the corner of my eyes. I looked over, and there was some sort of black puddle in the far corner of my ceiling. At first, I was like "huh, that's new," but then it dawned on me that what I saw was really weird and probably dangerous, so I freaked out and curled up in the corner of my bed. As I stared at it, though, something made me really wanna get a closer look. I hopped out of my bed and started walking over without thinking. I caught myself halfway, realized it was probably a bad idea to get too close, and took a few steps back. But then I looked at it again, and I kept taking steps closer without realizing it. Before I knew it, I was standing right under this black puddle of god knows what on my bedroom ceiling. It felt weirdly soothing staring at it. I actually felt more relaxed standing butt naked in the middle of the room with my snout pointed to the ceiling than I did lying in bed. No clue what it was - maybe the thing just being so completely and utterly black was super relaxing for my eyes - but I felt so relaxed, my mouth started to hang open. I wouldn't be surprised if I was drooling. A drip took shape on its surface. It seeped lower and lower, but it never broke from the puddle. My eyes fixed on it, and it was all I could think about. Even as it hung an inch above my face, it didn't occur to me to close my mouth. It seeped a little lower and landed on my tongue. The first thing that hit me was how heavy it felt. The next thing I noticed was how it didn't taste like anything. It had a really distinct texture, though - smooth and thick. I'm not even sure I'd call it liquid; it was almost like putty or something. It kinda felt like a stress ball melting in my mouth. More and more seeped through this band of liquid rubber or something and into my mouth. Without thinking, I just kind of swallowed. It went down, but it still didn't break. Instead, there was this rope of black putty running from the ceiling, down my throat, and into my stomach. I swallowed again, and my throat pulled more of it into my stomach, but it still didn't break. I don't know what I was thinking by then (or if I was even thinking at all), but I just kept swallowing. It started welling up in my stomach, and after a few swallows, it was totally full. The weird thing is, it didn't hurt or anything; it just felt... full. Tight. Even after it filled me to the brim, I didn't feel sick. I just kept going. My stomach stretched with every swallow that pushed in, and my hide stretched tighter around it. I remember looking down, and I was so bloated it looked like I swallowed a basketball. My stomach jutted at least two inches out from my chest - and practically at a right angle, too. I put my hand on it, and I could almost rest it flat. My hide felt so taut under my hand, and it grew even tighter with every swallow. Eventually, I guess my stomach reached its limit. It stopped getting tighter, but I felt tightness creeping down my midriff. I figured it started pushing past my stomach. I felt something under my foot. I moved it aside and looked down, and black fluid was springing up from where my foot had been. In the blink of an eye, I was standing on a puddle just as big as the one above my head. As it slipped under my feet, it felt like it replaced the floor beneath, and I felt like I was standing on a pool of densely packed, sturdy putty. At first, I just shrugged it off and went back to swallowing (not that I stopped), but then I felt something pressing against my backside. I looked down over my shoulder, and there was some a tentacle sprouting up from the puddle. Side note, by the way - feeling your overstuffed stomach brush against your hide as you twist is [i]insane[/i]. Bulge after bulge pumped along its length. Each one added a little more to its length on reaching the end. It sort of "grew" its way into my asshole, if that makes sense. As it went in, it felt the same as the stuff on the ceiling, but more solid. As it went further in, though, I guess it kinda melted? Everything past a certain point felt like putty - thick, heavy, but still (maybe?) a liquid. Bulge after bulge kept pumping through, it welled up further inside me, and eventually, the pressure hit my p-spot. Without even thinking, I bucked my hips against the tentacle, and it pushed everything deeper. Even though it was putty, it was solid enough that it felt like having a massive dick pushing through my insides. I guess my instincts responded accordingly, because I just kept going. It welled up to the point of bulging through my abdomen, and I placed my hand over it. I followed the bulge as it pushed further and further up, and eventually, it was right below my stomach. A few seconds later, and I felt it flowing into my core. For a while, it just sort of continued like that - I kept swallowing, it kept squeezing more into my ass. Eventually, though, I felt it all meet in my middle. They connected, and at that point, I was basically skewered on a band of black rubber running from the floor to the ceiling. I felt unbelievably full. With every swallow, every thrust, and every bulge that pumped into me, I swear I felt my hide actually creak. I looked down, and I couldn't see any part of myself below my waist. I swear I could've passed for pregnant - and overdue, at that. As I stared down, I noticed the floor looked a little closer than I remembered. Then I noticed I couldn't feel the chill of the air against the lower halves of my legs. I couldn't actually see, but I pieced together that I was sinking into the puddle. I guess it makes sense - I had at least two gallons of that stuff in me by then, and I was heavy as fuck. The more that went in, the heavier I got, and the more I sank. You'd think that would freak me out, but I was so out of it that I just shrugged it off. I could connect the dots in the moment - everything going inside me was making me heavier, me getting heavier was making me sink, and I might be able to stop myself from sinking if I stopped swallowing or fucking the tentacle in my ass - but it felt so... unimportant. It's like there wasn't enough room in my head to worry about it. It was just so full of everything I was feeling at that moment - tightness, fullness, stretching, getting bigger and heavier... and when my midriff started to dip in, those feelings only got more intense. Its underside jutted further and further across the puddle's surface - a steady swell from the liquid pumping inside along with a bulge from every swallow. When it started to sink below the surface, the liquid parted around it. When it was totally submerged, the liquid put a gentle pressure on it. Even as I felt the liquid creep up along my neck, I kept swallowing. The corners of my mouth came to level with the puddle, and liquid started pouring in. A second later, and the tip of my snout disappeared into the puddle. The second I was completely submerged, it was like gravity shifted, and it felt like I was lying on my front. I continued to sink, and the peak of my belly poked into an open space. More and more of my belly emerged into this space, and soon after, the rest of me followed. As my chest and legs emerged, elastic bands emerged in front of them. Before I could even notice the lack of oxygen, I had emerged into... honestly, I don't even know, but it was some place on the other side of the puddle, and I was strapped to its ceiling. The bands, tight as they were, strained under my weight. They started to stretch, and my body slipped out of contact with the ceiling. I tried to look around and get a sense of where I was, but everything was pitch black, and I couldn't make out anything besides what I could touch. That's when I noticed something - there wasn't anything in my mouth or my ass. Honestly... as brain-dead as it sounds, I was kinda disappointed. Lucky me, though, I felt something stroke across my asshole. For some reason, it really stood out how familiar it felt. It felt like it was made out of the same stuff as the tentacle from earlier, but it didn't feel like that's what I was remembering. Something about the shape and solidness... Either way, it shoved itself in. Everything that had been crammed inside my bat hole was pushed a little further in, and I felt that blissful pressure against my p-spot again. Even better - it started pumping fluid in through its tip. Not gonna lie - when that thing went in, I hugged it with my asshole. Even better - another one shoved itself into my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around it and tugged. I wanted that thing in as deep as it could go. I swallowed, and it felt like it shoved itself to the other end of my throat. There, it started pumping fluid into my stomach. I started swelling, and it was the best thing I had ever felt. I had no idea how big I was - I couldn't see a thing, and the bands kept me from reaching down to feel. I definitely felt my dick pressing against my belly, though. It was throbbingly hard, and it was trying so hard to stand up-right, but my belly practically pushed it back between my thighs. Every second, the bands holding me up were getting more overburdened, and every second, my weight stretched them a little further. They grew tighter and tighter until they finally snapped. When they did, I fell maybe an inch before my belly landed on a floor of the same material as the ceiling. My arms and legs free, they draped down over my stomach, and they didn't even reach halfway down. My belly must've been five times the size of a beach ball, and the rest of my body was just resting at the top. That's when I blew my load. I didn't even get a chance to feel myself up or anything; just my body resting on my stomach was enough to push me over the edge. I reached back between my thighs (you know, because front access was blocked off), and my cum felt... thick? Like... honestly, I think I was cumming out everything that was inside me. For all I know, I very well could have, because I lost consciousness a few seconds later. I guess it was all a bit too much for me. Anyway, I guess I must've cummed out every drop, because when I woke up, I was back to normal size. I probably would've shrugged it off as a dream, but then I looked at the ceiling. The puddle was still there, but it was shrinking away. Before I could even get out of bed and take a closer look, it disappeared. Lying there, I tried to go over everything that'd apparently just totally happened. To be blunt, it made me hard as fuck. So hard, in fact, I instinctively reached to the bedside table for the vibrator you lent me. That's when it clicked - [i]that's[/i] where I remembered that feeling from. So yeah, in hindsight, it makes sense why you were so insistent about me explicitly accepting the thing from you. Well played, you kinky little screwball. Honestly, it took me a bit to connect the dots. At first, I thought a demon jizzed on my ceiling or something. Anyway, as fun as it is having a little vibrator monster lurking around my apartment ready to turn me into a great big beach ball of a bat (not even kidding, by the way), any chance of you taking him back? Not sure I can deal with routinely getting banished to the silicone dimension. Love, Vespy