Well, what is someone _supposed_ to do if they notice
an unexplained red bump on their apartment wall?
*Do* something about it?
Well, Kravya did not. It would probably be fine. No need to worry.
Just don't look at it or go near it. It would go away.

The next day, it had not gone away.
In fact, it had grown.
Kravya continued to ignore it, although it was becoming more difficult.
He glanced at it often, even though it made him uncomfortable.
He went out for the day, but no matter where he went
he thought about The Bump.

He went home and he looked at it.
It looked like somebody had moulded raw flesh into a billiard ball,
and carefully placed it inside the wall,
with only a small spherical cap sticking out.
He continued trying not to think about it;
It would probably go away on its own.

The next day, Kravya, going against all logic or sense,
decided to *touch the bump*.
The fleshy impression he had got from looking at the bump
was unnerving him greatly;
Maybe, he thought, it was actually solid.
If that was the case, it was definitely not organic,
which... _probably_ would make it alright.

Unfortunately for him, the bump was *certainly* not solid.
He touched it with his finger, and it concaved. Like flesh.
Kravya quickly moved his paw away like he had touched something hot.

_Nope! Absolutely not. No thank you._ *Dear God.* _*Fuck this.*_

Worse, the bump had grown even more. Wiping his paw,
Kravya stared, baffled at this... _thing_,
this slimy mound of flesh poking out of his apartment wall...
His finger, even after frantically wiping in panic,
was covered in some kind of slime.
Mystery wall flesh slime. Great (!)

Kravya spent the next 10 minutes thoroughly and repeatedly
washing his paws. The sickly transparent-grey goo stuck
steadfastly to his dark grey paws,
like washing off water-resistant glue.
~It almost reminded Kravya of washing semen out of his fur.~

Eventually, he got (_he hoped_) all of the slime off of him.
Trying to take his mind off the bump, he ate breakfast.
Instant noodles, as usual. As he ate, he looked at the bump.
It was impossible not to look at, impossible to look away from.

After finishing, Kravya decided to investigate a little more.
Apprehensively walking over to the bump, wielding an empty styrofoam cup,
he poked at the bump. As the bump concaved, slime squeezed out of it,
covering the bottom of the cup and dripping slowly down the wall.
It made a quiet 'squeak' noise as it compressed.

He continued pushing down on the bump with the bottom of the cup.
More and more of the styrofoam became covered in the slime,
eventually dripping onto Kravya's fingers. And then onto
his entire paw. And then his whole arm. The slime kept coming,
and Kravya kept squeezing it out of the bump.

It took a while before Kravya realised what he was doing,
but when he did, he entered a frenzied, cleaning panic.
It didn't clean, no matter how many times he scrubbed,
breath shaky, mind racing with confusion and terror,
no matter how many gallons of water he used, the sticky
slime stayed on his plain grey fur.

Kravya scrubbed for about an hour before he gave up,
sitting tired and scared and confused in his bathroom.
That fucking bump. The scary, unexplainable mound in his wall.
Why was it affecting him so much?
Why did he just... *stand there* and squeeze the fucking
flesh slime all over his arm?

Eventually, after what was probably a few hours,
Kravya left the bathroom to find a significantly larger
bump. He decided to avoid thinking about this for the rest of the day,
and went out for the rest of the day.
He thought about the bump the whole time.

The next day, he woke up thinking about the bump and the slime.
He could not think of anything else.
He felt unwell. _Warm._

He lay half-awake in bed, the gooey fleshy mound
squishing and squelching in his mind.
The sticky, grey adhesive embedding itself into his fur.
The still-growing meaty mass on the wall, expanding unstoppably.
In this trance-like state, his mental barriers lowered,
Kravya could not help but notice the raging, towering erection
pulsating, _throbbing_ with every image that entered his mind.

An incomprehensible slurry of fear, excitement and *lust*
floated around Kravya's mind. This monstrous... thing
was invading his life, and it _must_ be invading his mind...
he has to fight it! Was it the slime? That... cum-like, sticky
_*goo*_? He touched it! Why did he touch it? What would it taste like?
His arm was still covered in it! Was Kravya's brain breaking?
Or did he just... like this?

He struggled with uncontainable lust, still in bed, eyes closed, squirming.
The part of his mind which was trying to stop his bump-based lust
was fading. It was scared. Confused. Despaired.
Well... Kravya had already touched it. Its slime was all over his arm.
Nobody could stop him... from just

letting go.

Having fun with the bump.

No, it was a bit large for a 'bump' now,
and it certainly wouldn't be a bump soon.
It was flesh. It was the growing flesh wall in Kravya's home.

Kravya's breath felt shallow. All he would have to do was
stand up, and he could have the best morning of his life.
How big was the flesh now?

Slowly, he rose out of his bed. He slowly stepped over to the wall,
rock-solid cock pulsating as he saw the newly large flesh mound.
It had grown to be about the size of a small flat-screen television,
placed right at Kravya's head height.

Shaking, he lifted up his right arm,
the one which he had covered in slime yesterday,
and slowly touched the flesh.
His breath was so erratic that it almost counted as panting,
and increased into outright moaning and whining as he felt the
slippery, gooey, sticky flesh mound. His other paw joined the fun,
and he stood in mind-blown pleasure feeling up the wall,
the slime audibly slopping and sticking.

He could lick his paws clean, tasting this... _*WONDERFUL GOOP!*_
But... on the other paw...

Kravya tongued the *FUCK* out of the sticky goopy flesh.
It covered his tongue, and he could taste it.
It didn't taste like very much; just a faint sickly bitter taste.
But Kravya couldn't get enough of it!

As he frenched the wall, he directed his slimy paw down
under his pants. He wasted no time whipping out his cock
and going to town, using the fleshgoopslimeglue as lubricant.

Fresh, eager ropes of cum shot out within a minute, hitting the
(non-flesh) wall as Kravya cried out in pleasure.
He fell to his knees, emitting euphoric girly pants as he
calmed down.

_'Fuck!'_ he gasped, speaking the first line of dialogue
1146 words in, pulling (really more like _shoving_) his pants down
in preparatory excitement.

His panting slowly diminishing, he looked *lovingly* at the flesh.
Staring at it, he could see it slightly... moving. Growing.
The fleshy surface looked like it was bubbling, flowing around
like magma. He pressed his paw slowly against it... just below
the surface he could _feel_ rippling, flowing and _churning_.
Occasionally small bubbles of flesh would form on the surface
before popping, leaving a minute wafting stench of rotten flesh
in the air and a small indent on the meaty surface.

All of this only made Kravya's lust increase.

He stood back up again, erect penis back in hand, and stroked hard
as he stared at the flesh, watching the bubbling meat
churn and pop, taking in as much of its stink as he could.
He groaned in orgasm as he came for the second time in 5 minutes,
lasting less than 10 seconds in total.

Without skipping a beat, he continued cranking his dick,
happily enduring the over-stimulation, and ejaculating once again
within a minute.

*And he didn't stop.*

He came a fourth time. Then a fifth.
By his sixth orgasm he was shooting complete blanks. He came a seventh time.
His penis was *throbbingly* sore, completely spent. He came an eighth time.

He didn't stop milking himself dry, rubbing his dick sore,
until Kravya noticed that he needed to piss *really, really badly.*
Without breaking a sweat, he began feeling up and frenching the fleshwall,
and torrents of piss blasted onto the floor.
And his bowels joined the fun, too; He barely noticed as fat logs of shit
dropped squelchingly into his slimy, pissy pants.

_'Hhehheheeheeeheehee... wall... is that ssexy lovely scent from you??
Ohh..... I did a poopie... hheheheeeheee... i w-wonder how much You
can sstink.... waaalll..... hahehehe....'_

From the remains of Kravya's broken mind there was only one desire:
*EXPERIENCE THE WALL*. And what's more striking of an experience
than an increasingly horrible, unbearable stench?

The wall was growing quicker now, at a rate of about 2cm every hour,
not that Kravya had any reliable grasp on timescales at this point.
Many of his sore dry dick-cranks were from watching the
flesh slowly cover his original wall.

_Pop. Pffffft._

Kravya looked over. He saw a particularly large flesh hole where
a bubble had just popped (radius probably \~3cm), and a stink,
a *STENCH* so strong hit him that he had an orgasm on the spot.
The normal stink of rotting flesh which now consumed the room
was joined by what was a particularly nasty fart.

With utter joy from Kravya, another large bubble began to form
right next to the previous one.
He giggled in excitement as he positioned his
face directly in the line of fire.

*POP!*

The noise Kravya made as the bubble burst and the fumes
inside were released could only be described as a scream.
A heavenly scream of ecstasy.

Imagine getting a few dozen tonnes of meat, putting it in an airtight vault,
and piping raw sewerage directly on it. Then imagine waiting a few weeks.
The smell from the wall's bubble was decidedly worse. *Impossibly* bad.
It was so extreme that Kravya's body immediately
ejected everything in his stomach out onto the apartment floor,
and simultaneously release the worst farts imaginable.

_*'BLAAAAAAAAAGAGGHHGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!! BRAAAAAPP!!!!
BBLAAAAAAAAGAGAGGGGGHHH!!!!! BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP!!!
PFFFFPPPPPPHHHHHHHHTTTTTTT!!!!!! CXXGGHHHHHACHAHH!!!!
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP! SSSHPPPLORCH!!!!'*_

The cacophony and stink and euphoria and overwhelmingness
ensured that this orchestra would continue.

_*'BBPBPPBPHPHPHPHPPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
BBBPBBPHPHPHPHPHPLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRTT!!!!!
GGGXXGXGXXXXHHHHHAACCCCACAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! BBBBLLLAGGAGH!!!
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!!!! TTTTTPPHHPHPHTTTTTTOOOOOPPPHPHPH!!!!'*_

A few stray logs of shit rocketed out of Kravya, blasted out by the sheer
force of his farts. He was in such a state of euphoria that
he didn't notice. He also didn't notice yet another fleshy bubble
forming right in front of him, so when it again exploded, releasing
even more rotting, farty stink into the room, Kravya was reduced to
incoherent moans in between constant _hurk_ing, belching and farting.

Time melted. Hours, minutes and seconds shortened and stretched,
overlapping on each other, swapping with each other. In reality,
it was about 5 hours later, a time filled exclusively with farting,
shitting, cumming, and whiffing wall-stink, when Kravya heard something
_plop_ next to him.

A new hole in the wall had formed. It was deeper and wider than
any of the other holes, but it was hard to tell that because
it was covered by an extra ring of flesh, like an asshole.

Actually, pretty much *exactly* an asshole.
And slime, not just the sickly-grey kind but _so many_ other
gross colours, dripped out of the closed hole.
And piled on the floor right in front of it was a massive, smelly
brown pile of shit.

The following paragraph is a very rough approximation of
Kravya's thoughts upon discovering this:

_plopfft_ i heard, i see on the floor something like poop
is it mine?i donot remember so much and what is this on the
*Wall* creases and _goo!!_ so much stink it cant be me,
but the filth, the meat, my wall, could it be? it on the wall
it is like a HOLE LIKE MY DUMPS FROM THE WALL, ITS THE WALL'S,
*THE POOPY FROM THE WALL GIVEN TO ME* *GIFT IT SMELLS SO GOOD
AND SMELLY BIGGER THAN ME,* _*OUT THE WALL ASS HOLE OUT IS
LOVELY SMELLY POOPY FOR ME SO GOOD SO GOOD SO GOOD SO GOOD
STINK LIKE LOVE FLESH BUBBLE EVEN MORE, IT GAVE TO ME, SMELLY
SMELLY SMELLY STINK FOR ME FOR INSIDE ME SO GOOD SO GOOD SO G*_

And he _snarfed_ it down, digging into the pile of shit
aggressively,
embedding faeces under his claws,
shoving it all into his mouth and not even bothering to chew.
He _shovelled_ it in, ignoring all of the gagging,
choking, hiccuping, his body unable to handle the gargantuan
amounts of shit until he just _could not take it anymore_
and flopped over, face landing on top of the half-eaten poop pile.
And so he slept.

His original wall, a boring surface painted white, was now gone.
As Kravya awoke he looked with joy and even a little pride
at the magnitude of it. No corner untouched, red and throbbing
and glistening and _rippling_ all over.
And it had started consuming the adjacent walls now.

_ppfffffftttttttt..._

All around the wall, assholes opened and closed,
leaking and spewing and blorting... everything.
The sound (and the stink! The _intoxicating_ stink of wallfarts,
making him feel almost drunk, the *reek*...) made Kravya
perk up. _The wall had given him a *buffet*_, so many ways
of loving and tasting and experiencing the fleshwall
right in front of him.

His attention was first drawn to a slightly protuberant hole,
facing downwards,
out of which flowed what was _definitely_ hot, fresh, yellow piss.
He grasped it with his paws, his formerly grey fur
entirely covered by the wonderful brown of shit and puke,
and aimed the hole directly onto his face.

He giggled as he showered himself in the pee, gargling it,
and savouring its _delectable_ taste,
its _overpowering_ stench. It smelled _so good_,
and he was so, _*so*_ excited for it to dry on him,
to be covering him forever.

Soon, however, he found a new hole to love. Piss-drenched,
he crawled over to an interesting-looking hole. Sitting
face-to-face with it, he looked at the goop falling out.
Viscous, drippy, *green _snot_*.

Without hesitation Kravya wrapped his mouth around
the hole, tonguing it furiously. As soon as the green goop
touched his taste buds, his heart rate increased.
*The wall was giving him _everything!_* He loved the wall,
and the wall loved him, and it gave him this amazing treat.
He kneeled at the hole, which slowly increased in size,
and played for hours. He let the wall cover his face in it,
his head, his whole body. Sexy, sexy snot all over his
dirty, stinky body. Salty, goopy, viscous green slime,
drying on his fur.

Kravya's fur was almost solid by this point, staled by
piss and poop and snot and puke and the moisture of
wet, rotting wallfarts.
His eyes stung severely;
so much goop had dripped into his eyes that he could
barely see.

There were *so many* holes, all of them squelching
and rippling and dribbling out any bodily fluid Kravya could imagine,
and more. One hole in the corner spat milk across the length of the room,
dripping down the back wall.
Another, which Kravya proudly kneeled under, gulping it all up,
waterfalled saliva down. *It smelled so good.* *It smelled so _good_!*

A cascade of body fluids pooled on the ground, slowly flooding the room.
Urine, faeces, semen, mucus, saliva, vomit, breast milk,
vaginal fluid, sweat, blood, chyme, lymph, chyle, plasma, cerebrospinal fluid,
synovial fluid, bile, endolymph, peritoneal fluid, gastric acid,
amniotic fluid, pericardial fluid, aqueous humour... all of them mixed together and pooled
under Kravya's paws.

Through his blurry vision, though, one spot on the wall seemed barren of
these holes. In fact, it seemed... bright. Throughout the hours and hours,
all blurring together more and more, as he drank and played and laughed
and moaned, he periodically looked up at the 'light'. It steadily grew in all directions;
covering more space and distending itself outwards, until it looked like a
massive limp balloon.

Something was alluring about the flesh balloon. He couldn't stop looking at it.
What was in it? Something new? He wanted it, no matter what it was.
He kneeled down in front of it, looking up lovingly. He put his paws on his legs,
but the moment he did they seemed to... _slide off_. He looked down at his legs.
Where he had placed his paws, a tuft of fur was missing, fallen off the side and
soaking into the everything-fluid. His revealed skin was dark red and throbbing.

Excitedly but nervously, he touched the skin. The side of his paw brushed against
some of his fur, and it, too, detached from his skin and fell on to the floor.
And as he touched his skin, he was so _excited_ as he felt the bubbling and
flowing and throbbing, and he could *TELL* that the wall was embracing him,
and _ITS GENEROUS GRACE_ WAS COVERING HIM, *IMPROVING* HIM, RIGHT UNDER HIS
FILTHY, SOLIDIFIED FUR, READY TO COME OUT LIKE A BUTTERFLY OUT OF
A COCOON, A THROBBING RED CREATURE DEVOTED ONLY TO PLEASURE AND THIS
*AMAZING FUCKING FLESH WALL _THING_* WHICH HAD SO MAJESTICALLY, GRACEFULLY, APPEARED IN HIS LIFE.

Distracted from the balloon-esque distention in front of him,
Kravya excitedly brushed his fur with his paws.
Clumps, so many clumps of fur fell out without resistance or feeling,
revealing his new skin underneath.
It hadn't completely gotten to him yet; to his disappointment much of his fur
stayed, clinging onto his rapidly changing body.

His body quickly became a patchwork of brownish-yellowish-greenish grey and dark, squelching,
nauseating red. And his new skin felt *so good*. The rippling was almost
too much to bear, he could _just barely_ feel it all over him, like liquid dripping
from all angles, or insects crawling in spirals and circles.

Feeling tired again, understandable because he had been awake for
over 36 consecutive hours, Kravya decided to rest.
Piles of faeces, constantly growing in size from the
pooping wallbutts everywhere, created nice pillows for sleeping on.
They smelled wonderful. He fell asleep almost instantly.

He woke up face-to-face with an inflated ball of yellowish-white.
The distention in the wall had grown significantly, taking up a sizeable section of the room
and making it very hard to focus on anything else. Kravya carefully touched its surface
with his red, throbbing, bald paw. It barely budged, like it had been filled to its absolute limit
and could burst open at any moment.

It suddenly occurred to Kravya what was inside this... thing.
And he was *shaking* with excitement.

This wasn't just a distention.

This was an _abscess_. A _boil_ on the wall.
_A big, inflating ball of *pus*, growing and growing,
until it *BURSTS* and *COVERS KRAVYA FROM EAR TO PAW.*
SALTY. GOOEY._

He shook so hard that tufts of fur fell out of his follicles.
Well over half of his fur was gone by now, replaced by
red, throbbing, bumpy masses of skin. This _would_ have excited Kravya greatly,
but he couldn't think about anything other than the
great torrent of pus right in front of him. HE WANTED IT.

He waited for the abscess to explode. Looking around,
he noticed that the flesh had covered the room entirely.
The ceilings, the walls, the floor, all covered.
And every door and opening had been fleshed over, trapping Kravya inside,
but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting
the wall's brilliant, delicious goo all over him.

Staring, mouth agape, shivering, he stared at the pulsating flesh intently.
He stared so hard that he stopped blinking, ignoring his body telling him
that he needed to blink, *panicking* and *begging* him to.
He refused to blink, refused to miss the wonderful moment when the wall
opened its gates and flooded him in pus.

The abscess burst like a bomb.
Dozens of litres of pus painted the room yellowish-white;
Before Kravya's brain had a chance to register the explosion,
the sheer force of the exploding pus slapped him all over his body,
torrents of it entering all of his holes,
ripping every strand of remaining fur off his body,
filling his stomach, lubricating his nasal cavity,
making his eyes _sting_.
The volume of the blast burst Kravya's eardrums,
and as he screamed in pain, confusion and *amazed lust*
in the following seconds, blood, mixed with pus, dripped
down the sides of his head.

He teared up from the pus invading his eye sockets.
Pus-infused tears streamed down as he desperately
lapped up the wall's goo off the ground.
Kravya belched and whined and sniffled and sneezed,
unable to practically hear or see,
his sense of self deteriorating.

He quickly turned his attention to what remained of the abscess.
A limp, wet hole gaped open in the wall, flaps of the wall's skin
dripping with pus and slime, a pool of the yellow-white goo still
remaining inside. Kravya gladly buried his face in the pool as soon
as he discovered it (via touch, because he still could not see),
and hypnotically licked as much of it up as he could.

Kravya was well past the point of being aware of his surroundings,
so he did not notice as the loose skin of the exploded wall pimple
began to regrow, began to reform itself, moulding itself around Kravya,
encasing him, over hours and hours. Kravya did not notice.
This time, though, the wall had not grown an abscess;
it had grown a shelter, a comfortable cage for Kravya to lie in,
a casing of stinky, sticky, slimy flesh keeping the
broken, hairless, destroyed, _ruined_ feline in.

The wall grew into the room now, slowly covering every square centimetre
of room. And Kravya's little cell began to shrink from a cylinder,
slowly compressing and coming to mummify him in its wonderful heat.
Kravya could only notice that he felt warm.

When the wall had encased him fully, leaving him frozen in fleshy space,
it began to fully embrace its lover, creeping into Kravya's pus-covered
mouth, slithering in his nose and ears, ever so tiny tentacles of flesh
penetrating into Kravya's pores. The flesh pumped its loving
liquid into the cat's body, dissolving his skin and organs,
slowly removing the barrier between the two creatures.
As Kravya slowly dissolved, his skin fizzing, popping and dripping,
torrents of the wall's fluids soaked into his brain, pus and piss
and shit and mucus and blood and everything else.

The stench of body fluids and
pungent, rotting flesh permeated every surface in the building.
The fluids dripped through the floor,
staining and ruining every flat below.
Most of the building had been quickly abandoned;
the smell unbearable and only getting worse and worse,
the lower floors beginning to flood.

Kravya was now just a hunk of churning, disgusting flesh.
He had been embraced by the wall he loved so much,
held in the most intimate possible way.

The bump had not gone away, and everything was fine.
