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Alice Amoeba Ch. 01

By: PrevertOne



Warning Folks! She is a Blob, and does blobby things. So expect a bit of horror with your hentai. 

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Blue Lake; a pristine, quiet getaway. The calm, dark waters hid many secrets. Tales of government experiments, mysterious disappearances, and strange visions permeated the local community. The year previous, a young woman vanished without a trace.

The resort of the same name closed, due in part to the disappearance. Other disasters contributed: a fire at the main building, the discovery of improperly disposed chemicals, and crushing fines against the owner. The owner cut his losses and put the property up for sale. The bad reputation frightened away the few prospects. Blue Lake earned it, a monster lived in its waters. In midsummer, the monster came out. 

A series of bubbles effervesced from the depths. They started in the middle of the lake and bubbled towards the shore. The bubbles passed an old abandoned raft where a young woman had undergone a life-changing experience. The effervescent globes stopped at the lake's edge. The waters calmed in a quiet interlude. A moment later, with slow, deliberate strides, the monster emerged, like a siren from mythology.

It strode along the lake shore. Animals nearby scattered, instinctively sensing the malevolent otherness of the creature. A few insects, mosquitoes, gnats, landed on the creature's "skin". They would not suck blood from another animal again. 

The creature strode down a path to an abandoned cabin and paused, remembering. A woman lived here; she was dead now. The cabin was deserted; the creature found nothing of interest. It continued down the trail, past a burnt out shell, to the road beyond.



Alice Amoeba Ch. 02



(Thanks to Sexy Laila 438 for the edit.) 

Chapter One

"It dragged the struggling, gurgling woman to its deep, dark lair where it tasted her....and tasted her....and tasted her...."

It never considered the effects of prolonged, intimate contact.

******

Summer, the previous year.

She gurgled in orgasm, eyes rolled back to the whites, flushed body bloating and undulating. Her rose pink pussy opened and closed like a valve. The fluid at her cleft rippled with cum flooding the protoplasm.

The plasm clouded every few seconds as her volcanic tits erupted white milk. The sight no longer shocked her. She saw nothing but red haze, her conscious mind lost in ecstasy. 

Constant, unyielding orgasms were her existence. No sleep, no rest, no thought but overwhelming, unending pleasure. 

The first few moments of her new life, after the blob dragged her into the tiny cave, were full of fear and panic; the near paralyzing anticipation of a horrifying death as her skin and muscle dissolved. But the minutes turned into hours, and the hours into days, and the days into weeks, and each moment was pure fucking. 

The change had already begun when the blob's purely carnal interest became apparent. Her body was wide open with jelly and cum flowing in and out of it. Her boobs and belly ballooned, deflated, and morphed. Her pelvis crunched, her tits blew, and her body quivered and quaked. "Ohgodohgodohgod...." rolled through her brain in a continuous stream. 

Occasionally gurgles bubbled from her throat, orgasmic balloons that drifted upwards to burst on the surface, noticed only by a few animals and one uninteresting diver. 

As for the Blob, it too was in ecstasy. Never in its existence had it tasted such nectar. The fluids were ambrosial, addictive. It thanked the gods of protoplasm that it had the sense to taste, rather than eat, this morsel. The Blob resolved to continue this pleasure for however long it lasted, unaware that in its decision, it sealed its own fate.

Typically after savoring the victim, the Blob usually absorbed it in rather quick fashion. Prolonged contact was something it never anticipated. It was too drunk on Alice's fluids (and Alice, too obliterated by orgasm) to notice the changes taking place. How Alice's immune system, finally alerted to the foreign matter running roughshod through its mistress' body, unable to destroy, expel, or ignore it, decided "Fuck it!", and absorbed it, making it its own. How the Blob's own mutated DNA, once it became apparent its master wasn't going to eat its victim as usual, decided "Fuck it!" and spliced itself to Alice's blessedly voluptuous genes. 

Months passed, the red haze cleared. The protoplasm-engulfed woman floated on her back. Her body quivered orgasmically but something felt different. The Blob gulped away and quivered ecstatically but something felt different. "I feel like I'm masturbating," it thought...and then it wondered why it thought that...and what was masturbation anyway?

She put her hands on her morphing boobs. White cream erupted between her fingers. "I taste good," she thought. "Why did I just think that?"

She peeked between her melons to her spread legs, at the ripples of cum gushing from her pussy. "So much tastier than men," the Blob thought. "Men?! I like men, they taste great. Why did I think that?! What is this blob doing to me?" she thought. "Why am I thinking this?" the Blob thought. "What is happening to me?" she thought.

"She?! She?! I am not she! I am! I savor and eat and savor and eat men!" 

"But what is man?" 

"A man is something to eat." 

"But I like men, I fuck men." 

"Men taste terrible, they squirt the wrong nectar." 

"No they don't, men taste great."

"No they don't."

"Yes they do."

"No they don't....yes they do....no they don't....yes they do....yes they do....yes they do...."

"Who am I? I am me. Who is me? I am Alice. But Alice is food. I am not. Yes you are. I am not. You are too, food and pleasure. I am Alice and pleasure, I guess. You are...I am. You are...I am...I am..."

She lay on the mud floor. The cave, barely a cave but home for the moment, was dim. A soft green glow allowed her to see. The glow emanated from small worms and other creatures, creatures that shouldn't exist in nature, with far too many limbs in all the wrong places; such were the irresponsible actions of scientists and businessmen. A rusted chemical drum, leaking fluid with the same glow, bore testimony to the human folly. 

Her body had settled down. She looked as before, no bloating, morphing, or squirting. She didn't wonder about the blob. It seemed stupid. "I am me," she thought. "I am not the Other. The Other is me."

She ran her hands across her body. Her body was soft, pliable, jelly. Her hands blended into her body as if dipped in warm pudding. Thick, jelly ripples spread in concentric circles from her flat belly. Her entire body swayed and wobbled as a bowl of jelly. She gurgled with humorous non-human laughter.

She did not marvel at her new nature. It was as if it had always been. Memories swirled through her head; of swimmers and bathers who tasted oh so good; of arguments with Mom and Sis; of the ecstatic taste of skin, muscle, and blood; of the taste of Roy's sweat, his seed in her mouth, his tongue on her clit.

A worm came near, she absorbed it with little thought, but a shudder raced through her body, more from memory than gustibus. "Roy...and Jane." She no longer thought of herself as Alice but she had Alice's memories....and her anger. "I think it's time to settle things," she thought. "Plus...I'm hungry." She flowed out of the cave, stood, and walked through the water towards the shore. 

Two Days Later

The object of Alice's impending confrontation stood before a mirror admiring himself. Roy Wallace admired himself often. Self-admiration was Roy's second favorite pastime. The third was surfing. The first was fucking women.

Narcissism was built into Roy's psyche from childhood. A cute boy, an only child, showered with attention from babyhood, and a dodger of the bullet of acne, he was a man used to having it easy. 

The aunts and dowagers who pinched his cheeks as a boy gave way to shrieking, fawning girls as a teen (plus a few boys closeted and uncloseted albeit he tended to discourage them). Roy had plenty to fawn about.

He was six foot one with a swimmer's body, sun-gilded light brown hair with a tendency to bleach in the sun, symmetrical face, long narrow nose, and light blue eyes; a pure Adonis. Everyone thought so; unfortunately so did Roy.

Roy's enormous ego was helped by his lengthy endowment. Roy looked at it grinning. Providence blessed him with a surfer boy's looks and a porn star's cock. He genuinely thought he should move to Hollywood to take advantage of his gift. "Or," he thought. "Let them receive the benefit of mine."

Roy had been planting that cock in pussy since his mid-teens. His litany of conquests included sophomores, juniors, and seniors, three teachers, a few divorcees, and scores of college coeds. He'd had to slow down in recent years, mainly because of Alice. 

"Alice. Wonder what happened to her?" Roy hadn't thought of Alice in over a year, not after the big blow up. "She just dropped off the map."

He went to the bed to put on his clothes. Jane was away for a few days. "May as well get some while she's gone." Jane was so different from Alice, more jealous, more possessive. 

Roy met Alice in college during a brief stint as a lifeguard. She was hot: those curves, those boobs, that ass, those toned abs, her almost cloying girl-next-door smile..."Unngh!" Roy groaned.

And she was great in bed too. She could suck like a vacuum cleaner. Roy's rod saluted her memory, or at least her mouth. She was extremely responsive. A few flicks of his tongue across her clit and she was a quivering ball of jelly. "Damn! She was good," he thought. "Best fuck I ever had." So why betray Alice for her less pretty, less curvy best friend?

"Cause I'm a dog," he answered. "A handsome, horny, fuck dog." He smiled, regretting nothing. 

Roy had no apologies for that day. Jane was there, Alice wasn't, and Roy was up for it. Alice's curses washed over him like water on a surfboard. Sure he made excuses, "I thought this was an open relationship," and all that but, really, he didn't care.

Tears and curses from the opposite sex were no strangers to Roy. "I'm a grade A shit," he smiled. "Tucker Max has nothing on me. Plus I'm handsome and I've got a bigger cock."

Further, Alice, while great in bed, could be exasperatingly naive. "All that time together? She never found out about the others? Or what her 'BFF' really thought?"

Jane was poisonously jealous. "I have to figure how to dump her." Jane had personal flaws Alice lacked. Roy didn't exactly think she'd go stalker psycho if they broke up but still... "Better make sure to change the locks when it happens." Jane's new figure made the situation more problematic.

"Man, what a difference a year makes," Roy noted. He guessed Jane wanted to catch up with Alice somehow. She made a pretty good go at it: packing on some pounds to give herself noticeable hips; exercising to build muscle tone; tanning and spa treatments. The finished package didn't quite have Alice's curves, "But she's not a stick anymore."

Roy thought, "It's time to move on. She getting a little too weird." The Club had a hot redhead he'd been chatting up lately. "I think I've got her. I could bang her tonight." Knock! Knock! Knock! "Who?" Roy wasn't expecting visitors. Knock! Knock! Knock! He went to the door, shirtless, unworried.

The apartment building was secure, in a good neighborhood. Roy typically answered the door shirtless to impress the visitors. If the visitor was a woman, a few flashes of his pecs meant a possible future lay. "Maybe I should put on some body oil first."

Roy looked through the keyhole, "What the fuck?!" He threw the door open. The visitor was a woman, the last woman he ever expected to see. "Alice?!" 

Chapter Two

Her hand was raised for another knock, a startled expression on her face. When the door opened, she put her hands behind her back, gazed slightly downward, batted her eyes, and gave him the shy, demure, girl-next-door smile he always found sexy, "Hi Roy."

Roy, for once in his narcissistic life, was honestly shocked. "A-A-Alice! (Holy Fuck! Did I just stutter?!)" The shock was not so much for her unexpected appearance as her demeanor.

The last time Roy saw her, Alice was screaming distinctly undemure profanities at him and Jane. Other than mild discomfort, he'd felt nothing. Jane, on the other hand, was ice cold. They shagged like goats afterward. Cold or hot, Roy didn't discriminate. 

Now Alice stood before him, shuffling her feet, as if last year never happened and she hadn't vanished. "Fuck! She looks hot!" Roy thought.

Alice looked ass hot in a pair of low-cut hip-hugging jeans and blue flannel shirt, tight and just barely containing her D-cups. A hint of aureole peeked through the cleavage. She looked shiny with slicked back hair and wet skin gleaming in the hallway. "Did you...uh ...step out of a shower or something?" 

Alice's smile broadened and she giggled. It sounded strange, like a gurgle. "Hee! Hee! Sort of...uh, nice to see you?"

"Er, nice to see you too," Roy grinned but masked his discomfort. "Why is she here?" he thought. 

"Well, are you going to let me in?" she asked shyly. 

"Um...I don't know. You well, you were pretty pissed last time and, well...Jane..."

"Oh, Jane. Is she here?"

"Uh, no. Look, why are you here? What happened to you? It's....well...been a year. Police were asking questions."

"Oh, people were looking for me? Gee, little old me made some trouble. I didn't know anyone cared," Alice giggled (gurgled).

"Alice," Roy was incredulous. "You were gone for a year. What happened?"

Alice batted her eyes and smiled. Her expression blended mischief and mystery. "Well, I decided to lie low for a while. I know I was pissed at you and Jane but, like you said, it's been a year and I thought I shouldn't carry a grudge, so I thought, maybe, I should see you and patch things up...as friends. I mean, I know you're into Jane now, I accept that."

Roy looked at Alice with some suspicion. Yes a year had passed but Roy and Alice were hot and heavy for two years before the meltdown, and Alice was pretty pissed last time; but she stood there, looking hotter than ever with her wet, slick hair, moist skin, and tight clothes. Roy's libido won over caution. "Well, why not? She's hot, definitely wet. If she's up for it...I could bang her tonight," he thought. "(Jane would never know.) So....come in?"

Alice walked into the apartment. Roy noticed, "Something's different, she's changed." It wasn't her slick appearance; anyone could get wet, nor the clothes, daring even for her. It was the way she walked; a fluid grace he'd never noticed before.

She strode to the bed and sat with the familiarity of a former lover. "Just like she never left," Roy grinned. Alice lay back, arms spread, sliding them across the sheets. "New mattress," she said.

"Well, yes," Roy smiled, sauntering to the bed. "I threw out the old one, Jane's idea."

"I'm not surprised," she purred, crossing her arms behind her head. The action caused her tight-fitting shirt to ride up, exposing her flat belly. Her breasts dented the fabric, her nipples stood out in the flannel. 

"God! She's hot!" Roy thought. An all too familiar bulge creased his jeans. "So I take it this is the part where we 'patch' things up?"

"Mmmm, in a few minutes, yes," Alice bubbled. She wiggled her hips, sinuously. Roy blinked; for a moment her body rippled like a jellyfish. She undulated as a waterbed ripples under sheets. "I can think of a few things we can do in the meantime." 

"Oh? Such as?" Roy asked. He lifted her leg, untied and removed a sneaker. It seemed a little large for her foot.

"Well, this is a start," she gurgled.

"You've got a funny laugh, sore throat?"

"Not quite," she smiled. Roy removed the other sneaker, "Tickle, tickle, tickle!"

"Hee, hee."

Roy started on her jeans. His fingers walked down the button fly, parting the denim, exposing the flesh below her quivering belly. "No panties?" Roy noted with cocked eyebrow and a smirk. "You never were this liberal."

"Things change." 

Her skin looked so wet and shiny. Her dark, moist patch crowned a gleaming wet pussy. Roy's tongue escaped his mouth of its own volition. Alice's sweet flower just begged for a licking. "Uh, uh," Alice said as Roy knelt down. "It's all of me or nothing. Strip me, then fuck me."

Roy answered her minx-like smile with a lustful leer. "Oooo, you really do want to make up," he said, shimmying off her jeans.

"Get out of those jeans and I'll show you how much you're forgiven."

Roy's jeans dropped to the floor a split second later, his Greek-sculptured body revealed, cock at the ready.

"Now take off my shirt," she said. "And plant that big meat in me."

"Will do," Roy grinned. Alice raised her legs and spread her pussy wide and pink, body wet and quivering. Her vibes looked strange to Roy, fluid like a water-filled fuck doll. Roy dismissed it; he, himself, shook with anticipation. "I never wanted to fuck a woman so bad," he realized. It perplexed him, this strong lust. "Oh, she's changed alright. She's hotter than ever. I want her so bad." 

Roy's cock, tuberous and dewy with pre-cum, anxiously pulled him toward the spread-eagled girl. She had a smile, half ferocious, half mischievous; the ravenous, hungry look of a tiger expecting a tasty meal. "Oh boy, you are so damn fuckable," Roy said, positioning himself.

"Oh yes," she growled. "Now stop with the tease and fuck me."

"Your wish, my command."

Glans caressed mons. The electric touch of her flesh against his tip traveled up his shaft, into his balls, and spread through his groin. Roy fought a close run battle against cumming.

Roy's near loss of control disturbed him. "I never came this close, this soon," he thought. It was as if Alice radiated a kind of erotic heat, far different from the Alice of last year. "What in the fuck happened to her?!" he asked himself for the umpteenth time. "She was hot before but now....she's like....white hot!"

Her heat nearly overwhelmed him. She looked so wet and horny, skin moist and gleaming, flushing pink flesh revealed further as he unbuttoned her shirt; a shirt from which she just seemed to flow, like strawberry cream from a blue apron.

Her groin and belly moved like a puddle with ripples and waves on its fleshy surface. Roy entered her slowly, savoring the moment, trying to extend that single period as long as possible. 

His shaft plunged deep, blue veins pulsed through the thin skin. Her wet walls sucked him in. His cock felt immersed in warm, thick butter. 

Roy allowed himself a brief moment of perplexity. Normally, Alice's pussy was tight. Now, she felt like a jar of honey, warm, thick, and sweet, a not unpleasant feeling; Roy was about to burst. Other subtle differences added to his mild confusion, however. 

The old Alice had a hard body, a result of her athleticism. The new Alice looked the same but her body felt soft, supple, and pliable. Her breasts moved in his hands like soft dough. Her nipples were soft, like caramel. He switched back and forth, masticating her tits.

Alice moaned and wrapped him in her arms and legs. Her pussy and his groin met and ground together. Roy started to pump, his ass clenching, hips flexing, and cock sliding back and forth. His balls slapped against her vulva with light smacks, like soft plums on water. 

She responded with undulations and gyrations, weaving and bobbing with each thrust. Her soft interior gave Roy no hint as to how deep he dove. In any case he didn't care, immersed as he was in a warm bowl of hot sex and lust. 

No words passed between them. The only sounds were moans and primal grunts...and gurgles. Flesh ground against flesh, scant brown muff mingled with dark gold pubes. Alice's clit licked the top of Roy's cock. Her cum pooled over his balls. Her pussy devoured his cock with light slurps. 

Roy, lost in heat, unnoticed the ominous wet sounds. His world, at the moment, was her warm body enveloping his shaft, firing his nerves to a climax, of an intensity not felt before, even with Jane. 

"God! I'm almost there!" he thought. "I'm gonna blow! Here it.... uuuunnngh!" His body shuddered as his penis hosed floods of cum into Alice's soft interior.

Alice's response was an orgasm unlike that of other women. Her limber body washed against him, quivering like a blob of jelly. She felt boneless, liquid, gelatin. Her pussy was a second mouth, sucking his seed with a skill equal to her oral work. 

Roy decided then and there, "That's it! Jane's gone! I'll change the fucking locks; get a restraining order, a fucking gun if I have to. I don't know what's come over Alice but whatever it's fucking great!"

Alice, who had made no other sound than gurgles during the fuck session (which Roy found strange but ignored), whispered in his ear, "Would you like me to show you a trick I just thought up?" 

Chapter Three

"Oh man Alice, you are just full of surprises," Roy grinned. He was spent but still in the spirit. "My flesh will catch up," he thought. "I just gotta see what she has next."

"Roll over, I want to be on top....no don't pull out. I want you inside me....yes....that's it. Now lie back....mmmm, you taste sooo yummy."

Roy and Alice were tangled into each other. It was a simple matter for Roy to lay Alice down, then roll his body so she was on top. Roy had never performed the act while inside a woman, however.

Roy was always used to the dominant position, with countless lays of fucks past receiving his ten-inch attention. He gazed up at the woman atop him, his cock buried to the hilt in her warm pussy. His eyes took in her shiny-wet skin. Alice wore a beautiful girl-next-door smile while she hungrily licked her rosebud lips. Roy felt the lust bloom within his cock. 




Alice Amoeba Ch. 02



His hands went for her enticing melons, first to pump, later to suck. "Uh, uh," Alice said, grabbing his hands. 

"Uh, uh?"

"No, for this you have to lay flat," she said. "No touching. I do all the work."

She placed his hands flat against his hips, between her legs, took the pillow from under his head, and tossed it to the floor. "Now put your legs together....that's it."

"Like this?" Roy asked. "What's this game called?"

"Mmmm, I'll think of something," she smiled.

"Whatever it is, it looks fun." Roy was on his back, flat and straight.

"Oh believe me, it's going to be," she gurgled. 

Alice began to gyrate with the skill of an exotic dancer. Her near boneless movements demonstrated a limber ability that left Roy speechless.

A series of ripples flowed from her crotch, through her belly, traveling upward through her chest, into her lungs; manifesting themselves as rhythmic aspirations more akin to gurgles than grunts.

And ohhh her pussy! Her warm honey-coated tunnel, whose soft, wet walls caressed his cock, milking him with aphrodisian art not used since the days of Ishtar.

Roy was nearly cross-eyed with ecstasy. His face sported a grimace more appropriate to a Japanese oni mask. Ululating moans mooed from his mouth. He took strength from the vision of the sweaty, gyrating goddess writhing above him. His entire body joined in the rippling. Waves flowed back and forth between them. 

Roy wanted so very much to molest the mams of the woman on top but his hands, locked betwixt Alice's legs and his thighs, refused to budge. "Damn Alice!" he gasped. "You are tight!" Alice smiled, licked her lips, and gurgled. "Her throat really is sore," he thought. 

Alice, then, displayed a feat of erotic flexibility so contortion-ate as to shock Roy from admiration to outright worship. 

She bent her body back, back, back, until it lay atop his legs in classic limbo position. "Uuuunnngh!" Roy groaned, gaping and cumming simultaneously. His wide blue eyes gazed at the fleshy confection grinding upon his lower body. 

Her soft, pliable form seemed to mold itself against his legs. She was warm honey on his feet. "God! She is soft!" he thought.

Alice's bend-back exposed the trunk of Roy's cock. It was a pulsating ball of flesh, nestled in a small bowl, banded by a light dusting of gold on one side, and a glossy dark brown sprinkle on the other. The two lovers were a giant worm, undulating a carnal dance on the mattress. Both bodies danced in sync with one another. Flexes, crunches, and pumps rumbled from Roy's sculpted chest, through his washboard abs, into his thrusting shaft. 

Alice's hands played over her body, caressing her melons, and sliding across her flat stomach. She made no other sound than bubbly gurgles. 

Her hands slid to the little bowl formed by the junction of her's and Roy's pelvises. The merest touch of her fingers upon Roy's knob detonated a body-bending orgasm. "Aaauuugh!" he roared. Roy's cream flooded her body; she absorbed his seed like a sponge. 

Roy's spurts were continuous. Something about Alice, about the way her cunt stroked his shaft, kept him erect and pumping. Now if Roy weren't Roy, some of these minor details would seem disturbing: her unnatural flexibility; the oddly soft texture of her body; her mouth-like cunt, sucking his seed like a vaginal blow job. Roy, unfortunately, was a man unconcerned with details when it came to fucking. 

Roy's astonishment at Alice's sexual stamina only increased as she sat up, body gyrating, milking him still. "Was it good for you?" she asked, stroking her hands across his chest.

"Better than good, baby!" he gasped. His orgasm crested, receded, and built up for the next wave. "Where the hell did you learn that?"

Alice ran her hands over his arms, paying extra attention to the areas where they sat against his body. "Ohmmm, I had a good teacher. You know, you are just so yummy," she purred. 

"Oh, I am that, baby," Roy grinned. "Damn good fuck!" he thought. "I'm almost in love with her again....almost." 

Alice leaned close and placed her arms around his head. "It was good for me too. You are so delicious; I think I'll keep you." She smiled and kissed him; a simple act, with a lick of her tongue across his lips. Then she drew back, smiling like a cat. 

Roy responded, "Mmmm, a kept boy. Watch out. I'm expensive." .....Or at least he got as far as "Mmmm." When he tried to say "a kept boy", his mouth, or more specifically, his lips wouldn't move. 

"Mmmm?" Roy queried, and tried again, confused. Alice stared at him, eyebrow cocked, mischievous smile on her face. Roy's lips remained shut. The skin stretched but his puss wouldn't part. 

"She put a gag on me?! How?!" Roy asked. He probed his tongue through his teeth, expecting to taste cloth or tape. Instead his tongue tasted flesh. "What the fuck?!" He probed further, trying to force his tongue between his lips, but found an elastic but unyielding seal of flesh where once his mouth stood. "What the fuck! Where's my mouth?!" His shocked exclamation came out as an inarticulate (but very loud) mumble. Alice smiled and gurgled.

Roy next tried to bring his hands to his face. None of his limbs cooperated. His hands refused to extract from between Alice's legs and his thighs. His legs were stuck together by a mysterious adhesive.

"This isn't funny Alice!" he shouted, well moaned, quite loudly.

"Did you say something Roy? I can't quite hear you," Alice gurgled.

"The bitch glued me!" Roy thought. He squirmed and bucked, trying to dislodge Alice, trying, with increasing futility, to part his legs and arms. "How did she do it?!" he asked. "I saw her hands. And she was naked. It wasn't in her pussy....probably her ass....that's it. When I get out of this, she's going to so fucking pay! No bitch does this to me?!"

"Wooo boy! Ride 'em cowboy!" gurgling Alice cried. She rode his bucking body and his cock. Roy was faced with the ambiguous task of dislodging a woman currently subjecting him to multiple orgasms. "This is the craziest fucking fuck....!"

He continued to struggle, making a series of muffled grunts. His nostrils flared as air aspirated through the hair-trimmed holes. 

"Unglue me right now you cunt!" Roy was too pissed to realize Alice couldn't understand anything he said, not that she cared, not that it mattered. She smiled and milked him, pumping her breasts, teasing him with that which he could no longer suck or handle. Satiated gurgles bubbled from her parted lips. She gazed at his angry, red face, taunting and mischievous.

Roy's piss-off rose to levels that would shock even him, if he were more rational. He ground his teeth behind his sealed lips. "Get off me you bitch!" he mmmm'ed.

"Tsk! Tsk! Temper, temper Roy," Alice smirked. She rose up, extracting herself from his cock. She stood on the bed nude, flushed, and wet, viewing him as a queen to a minion. Roy stopped cold, taken aback at seeing a woman in such a dominant position. "'What the fuck happened to her? This isn't the Alice I knew."

Roy couldn't gape but the expression in his eyes conveyed shock. He also, finally, noticed that while Alice's pussy was wet, none of his semen, which he spent the past hour pumping prodigious amounts therein, leaked out of her.

His cock, meanwhile, pointed up ramrod straight and percolated jizz like an overflowing soda bottle. It stood at attention in full salute; blue pulsing veins in stark relief against pink skin, flanked by plum-sized balls Roy could swear were smaller pre-Alice. "Holy fuck! What did she do to me?!"

Roy's groin and stomach spasmed uncontrollably, each pump answered by a cream perk. "Oh God! I can't stop cumming!" Roy tried to deflate, closing his eyes and filling his mind with ugly images. "Come on Roy! The old lady across the hall! The fat homeless drunk on the corner!" Unfortunately, Roy stayed straight and pumping, his body no longer his to command.

Warm, white cream ran down his shaft, pooled in his crotch, and soaked the bed. Roy moaned a mixture of agony and frustration. "She did this!" he fumed. "Put Viagra in me, somehow. First glue, now this. It's revenge for Jane, I know it. God! She's more twisted than Jane. What the fuck have I gotten into?!"

Alice stood over him, legs spread, hands on her hips, all powerful. "Frisky today Roy? Well, I helped a little. Stay right there...don't move. I'm going to find a mirror." She gurgled and leapt off the bed. 

Alice's brief departure allowed Roy time to raise his head and take stock of his body. No longer distracted by struggling, sex, or Alice's straddling, Roy could finally look and see how she glued him. The sight that greeted his eyes, when he looked past his dick to his legs, stunned him like a blast of cold water. 

A sight so unbelievable, his mind was unable to process the vision at first. When it finally accepted what Alice had done, Roy barely managed to moan, "......Oh......God!"

Part Two: Chapter Four

Among the gifts Alice possessed, good sculpting was one of them. Roy's legs weren't glued but fused from feet to crotch. His feet and toes were still distinct but light tanned skin filled the space between the digits. Roy very, very slowly turned his head. One look confirmed his hand, fingers expertly fused to the skin on the curve of his sculpted thigh. He didn't have to look on the other side. He didn't want to. His arms were similarly fused; the curvature of his arms and body forming a shallow trough, extending from his hips to underarms. 

Rick looked from his arms to his legs and from his legs to his arms, back and forth. A faint sound, a quiet rattle, emerged from somewhere. He ignored it; too busy gazing upon Alice's handiwork. 

The rattle grew to a low hum. He ignored it; too busy trying to move his fused feet. The hum grew to a soft moan. He ignored it; too busy desperately trying to pull his legs apart. The moan grew to a muffled scream. He ignored it; too busy grasping at his last bits and pieces of sanity. He was screaming when Alice came back with the mirror. 

It was one of the hand mirrors Roy used to view his Adonisian face. Alice, the old Alice, used to patiently put up with his constant mirror-gazing. The thing formerly known as Alice, thought it a cute joke to give him a last look at himself, before performing further "body work". 

Screaming Roy watched the monstrous beauty sashaying nude towards the bed, smiling and looking oh so wet. It was the sexiest and most terrifying sight he ever saw. 

"Alice" smiled at his fountaining cock. "Well Roy, I see you're still horny," she gurgled. "MMMMM! MMMMM!" he screamed. His bright blue eyes wept with terror. This wasn't Alice. It was some demon/alien/monster wearing Alice's form. When she held the mirror to his face, his muffled screams rose in tempo and octave.

His lips were intact. Nothing had changed....except for the strip of flesh which sealed them shut. Overall the effect created by Alice was as if Roy were sculpted from wax, detailed in body but cast from a single mold. The only incongruities were his cock and balls, jutting above his fused crotch, leaking cream like a semen-filled sack, punctured but not deflating. Roy's screams ebbed to muffled sobs. "Godgodgodgod....."

"Hush now, Roy," the Alice thing said softly. She stroked his face, soaking up his tears. Roy tried with all his might to recoil. A prisoner in his own body, he was forced to listen to this creature who had turned him into....a human dildo.

"You know? I should thank you. What you did to Alice? A year ago? Made me possible." She stroked her hand down his chest and belly, licking the sweat with her fingers. Roy helplessly came, her touch made his body hypersensitive; a stream of cum arced before settling back to a mild flow. "Mmmmm!" he moaned.

"Ooooo, you like that don't you? You've treated women like toys all your life, now you're my toy," she gurgled.

Roy stared as she swirled her hand over his cum-soaked balls, then moved it up his cock. The action triggered another orgasm but Roy's pleasure walked hand in hand with horror; as her hand moved up his shaft, his cum, instead of running over her fingers like syrup, soaked into her skin as water to a sponge. 

"Now I guess you've noticed, Alice is a little dead right now. Gurgle! I'd give you the long story but it's a little complicated. I'll just say, she went someplace and ran into someone who loved her far more than you ever did. Loved her so much they literally became inseparable. And something else was created as a result, and I'm that something. Oh! And it was the greatest fuck she ever had, too. Gurgle!"

Roy experienced a brief flash of anger, manifest in a reddening of his skin. The Alice thing gurgled, happy he still had an ego to wound. 

"Now if you're wondering why I'm doing this, well, you see, I still have Alice's memories....and her feelings. She really was pissed at you, so I guess I'm pissed at you. I'd say I'm sorry about lying....about you being forgiven, but I'm not human so I'm not capable of....what do you call it, remorse?"

"Alice" stepped on the bed and straddled Roy, standing astride him with the predatory look of a cat. "You know, you're actually lucky," she said. "If you were like the last guy, I'd probably eat you."

Roy, numb in his fleshy prison, thought the pinnacle of horror had already been reached. Nothing was left to terrify him further. "Alice" schooled him in just how monstrous she had become. 

"Aaaww Jesus!" he whispered, muffled. He shook his head, fearful tears streaming from horrified eyes, focused on the transforming body above him.

"Alice" gurgled, mocking and evil, bubbling with effervescence as her body, beginning at the feet and traveling upwards, faded to clear jelly. Her light-tanned skin, flushed, rosy, and wet, transformed to glassy protoplasm. Roy's terrified eyes stared at the jelly monster.

It had a woman's shape. He could make out her curves and contours; the swell of her breasts, the shape of her hips, the features of her face. The thing looked as of a woman sculpted from water. He saw no organs. 

It was beautiful, it was terrifying. So mesmerized was Roy, by its beauty and horror, the new series of muffled screams, issuing from his sealed mouth, went unnoticed. 

The jelly woman lowered her body onto his cock. Roy perceived only a glassy impression of a pussy as it touched his glans. "Uuuuurrrrgggle!" she bubbled. Her warm, syrupy body flowed down his shaft. Roy's stomach roiled at the sickening "Ssssluuurrrps!" as she devoured his cock. 

Were it not for the circumstance, Roy would laugh at the irony. In a former life, now receding to a paradisaical memory, he'd plundered that cunt multiple times, rolling his eyes in pleasure. 

Now terror, disbelief, and eroding sanity raged through his vision. Roy fought a physical battle to keep from vomiting, knowing such an act would mean suffocation. It didn't matter this creature would eat him anyway; delaying the inevitable, staying alive, mattered more. His new purpose was due, perhaps, to his current predicament's most sickening aspect: his constant orgasms.

Through the fear and horror, Roy's taps were wide open. Climax after climax wracked his body. "She....it....she....did something....to me!" he gasped (muffled). "I can't stop!" "Alice's" touch upon his sensitive shaft triggered orgasms of even greater intensity.

His penis blurred, distorted by her jelly body, as it sank into the protoplasm. Beads of white cum bubbled off his coated dick like wax balls melting in oil. Every few seconds, "Alice's" body clouded with Roy's seed squirting into the jelly.

The jelly girl settled upon his groin with a contented "Gurgle!" Her bubble ass (as remembered by Roy, her sitting position made body definition more difficult) engulfed his plump balls. She uttered no other sound than an occasional gurgle. Each burp sent flashes of fear through Roy's body. Her strange "magic" kept him erect and pumping. Terror battled pleasure within Roy, wreaking havoc with his sanity. His screams settled into a pattern of muffled grunts.

Roy's cloud of fear was salted with humiliation; for the first time in his young life, a woman (sort of a woman) had control over him. Her "hands" played over his body, soaking up his sweat, gliding over his skin. They smoothed over his face, following the pattern of a razor blade.

Everywhere she touched left a tingling sensation. "Oh God! She's digesting me!" he panicked. Visions of his skin dissolving, muscle and bone exposed, and suffering a painful disfiguring death, almost overwhelmed his reason. 

A glance at his groin, however, altered the vision. His golden patch dissolved along with the pooled cum; hairs falling off and floating up to vanish in the protoplasm. Roy wasn't exactly hairy. As a swimmer and surfer, he kept himself reasonably trim but never completely hairless. Then Roy remembered Alice never completely approved of his body hair, saying it chafed against her skin. It made sense: if this thing inherited Alice's memories, it stood to reason it had her tastes. 

Roy laid helpless as the Alice amoeba naired him of almost every inch of body hair, flowing over and around his body. His body had become as sensitive as his cock. The touch of protoplasm enhanced his orgasms. 

"Mmmmuuuurrrrg!" he growled, arching his back. His eyes rolled to whites and all his muscles tensed (ironically enhancing his sculpted look). His cock, veins and arteries pumping, blew ever increasing amounts of cream into the jelly girl.

The white jizz swirled in the creature's belly before blending with the protoplasm. Regular penile eruptions kept her belly full. Roy's balls also did their part, ballooning to grapefruits, deflating to plums, each pneumatic pump corresponding to his supercharged ejaculations. 

When she was finished, the jelly girl reformed into her protoplasmic humanoid form. She gazed upon her work, gurgling, and sated. Roy made out a smile on her glassy visage. He was shiny with sweat, flushed with sex, and tense with fear. "Ooohhh! What is she going to do now?" he moaned.

The jelly girl took her hand and placed it on her belly. It blended into her body. Roy felt brief pressure on his throbbing cock. It sent one last blast of cream and then the semen flow stopped. Roy's post-coital gasp hissed through his nose. 

The jelly girl's glassy body grew opaque; skin, hair, and color reappeared. "Alice" once more faced her ex-lover. "Now....that was a good ride," she gurgled. Roy, in spite of himself, grudgingly agreed. He never had such a workout. 

"Well...I hope you're not hoping for mercy. I'm not through with you, not at all. We are going to have so much fun for a loooong time. Gurgle!"

She stood up. Roy's penis popped out of her pussy with a loud "ssssluuuurp!" She leapt off the bed and stood, gazing at him with a contemptuous smirk. "You know Roy, you really are a self-absorbed shit. You hadn't seen Alice for a year and, yet, when I appear, you never noticed my boobs are larger." She took her ta-ta's and jiggled them. Roy's eyes widened, "Son of a bitch, she's right!"

"Well, I guess you're thirsty. I took a lot of fluid out of you." She headed for the kitchen. "You ever drink water through your nose?" she called over her shoulder.

Roy moaned, turned his head, and stared, balefully, at the ceiling; despaired with the knowledge his ordeal was far from over. 

Epilogue: Two Days Later

Jane Parker stepped into the apartment. She was in a foul mood. The audition didn't go well. The talent agents were looking for someone thinner and less aggressive. "Thinner?! Less aggressive?! Bastards!" Twelve months of packing on pounds and muscles for curves came to that?!

Plus, the delayed flight, the squalling brat in the front seat, and the greasy, smelly salesman who kept hitting on her, turned a simple three day trip into purgatory. So when Jane came to the apartment, she was ready to unleash those three days on Roy. "Fucking dick is cheating on me anyway. He's got it coming.....what the fuck is that?"




Alice Amoeba Ch. 02



It was on the bed. She initially thought it was Roy. It looked very realistic. She crept to the bed. "Wow Roy! How did you make this?!" she gasped.

The statue was life-sized. Roy obviously modeled. The detail was astounding; with the exception of the head and eyebrows the statue was hairless. The skin tone was perfect, mimicking Roy's light tan with uncanny accuracy.

The statue appeared to be carved from some sort of acrylic or rubber. It must have cost a fortune. "How did Roy afford this?" she wondered. 

Its most notable aspect was its cock. It stood straight and wet at ninety degrees to the body. It matched Roy's size perfectly, with every detail, veins, arteries, glans, color, intact. Jane noticed the balls were slightly larger, though. 

Jane's bad mood vanished, replaced by amusement. Whether joke or new fuck toy, she was impressed. "Oh Roy," she thought. "You are so crazy. It's not even my birthday." She reached out and grasped the cock. "Gasp!"

The cock was warm and throbbing, almost real. "Wow! This is amazing! It's like the world's largest dildo! How much did it cost?" The cream beginning to bubble from the pee hole added to the realistic effect. "Gasp! It's not just a statue then. Where did Roy get the money?"

Jane was already envisioning the fun she would have with the new sex toy and Roy. So when the statue opened its eyes and looked at her, she hesitated before jumping back with a startled shriek. "Roy?!"

Roy looked at her with pleading eyes. "Mmmmelp mmmee!" he moaned. Jane backed away disbelieving. She felt a presence at her back. A chill raced up her spine. "Hi Jane," a familiar voice gurgled.

To be continued in Part Three.



Alice Amoeba Ch. 03



Part Three
Jane Jelly


Thanks to Jon B 1969 for the edit.


"Alice!" Jane shrieked. "You're. . . you're. . . Uh! What are you doing here?! What happened to Roy?! And what the fuck happened to you?!" she thought. 

Alice smiled, "Oh, I was just passing through, decided to drop by, check on old friends." Her smile was predatory, her gaze, seductive, and she licked her lips with a hungry lust that chilled Jane to the core. Her mind raced, trying to take in the almost surreal scene: Roy, in bed, on his back, eyes tear-filled and terrified, darting back and forth between Jane and Alice. His cock stood steel straight, percolating white cream in unbelievable quantities. Smiling Alice stood before her, nude and wet, as if she stepped out of a shower. 

In other circumstances, Jane would think Roy and Alice had just fucked. The room smelled, "reeked!" of sex, humid and musky. "Something happened here," Jane thought. "And not just sex." Alice stepped towards Jane, a simple movement, but with the sinuous grace of a snake stalking a rat. Jane stepped back, unsettled, her hand to her chest. Alice cocked an eyebrow, "Scared of something Jane?"

"Uh. . . er, no! No, of course not," Jane gulped. "It's just. . . wow! You disappeared. What happened to you?"

"Well, Roy could tell you," Alice gurgled. "But he's a little preoccupied at the moment. So," she smiled, "Like my new look?" 

Alice quietly walked towards Jane as she spoke. Jane carefully edged toward the door, trying to keep a space between her and Alice. Questions and thoughts streamed through her mind: Alice's nudity, bold and sensual, so unlike the Alice she remembered. This Alice looked like a predatory Playboy model out of a Wet and Wild magazine. Roy's massive erection, the way his limbs were glued to his body, put together with Alice, added to a confirmation for Jane of a sinister act.

"I have to get out of here and call the police," she thought. "I don't know what Alice did to Roy. Glued him? Dosed him with Viagra? Whatever, it's fucked up and I've got to get this bitch put in jail, and Roy to a doctor. 

So! Uh. . . well. . . your breasts look bigger." Jane offered a somewhat unconvincing smile. "So, um, what did you do? Implants?" Alice's breasts did seem larger, not by far, just a cup size more than Jane remembered. Even then, they'd been near perfect melons, the kind that made Jane so jealous. "Fucking bitch! Little Miss Fucking Perfect! At least I took Roy from her!"

"Gurgle!" Alice chuckled, answering her question. "No, 'gurgle!', just some body modification. Let's just call it, very plastic surgery, gurgle!"

Jane didn't know which was more disturbing, Alice's strange accent or Roy's Alice- caused condition. He lay on the bed, his eyes teary and frantic. Desperate moans emanated from his sealed mouth. White jizz erupted from his painfully erect cock. A stream of white lava flowed down his shaft. It formed a shallow pool in his hairless crotch, and flowed over his balls, continuing down the shallow trough between his legs, towards his fused feet.

Roy moaned again, eyes wide with fear. Jane couldn't understand his words but they sounded like, "Mmmeeelll! Aaawww ooeee!"

"Well, Alice," she said, trying once again at a reassuring smile. "It's good to see you, um. What did you do to him you fucking bitch?!"

"Liar," Alice smiled. Jane's spine froze as another chill raced up its length. Alice's smile looked so. . . evil. "Actually, you wish I was dead," Alice continued. "You've been hoping for the past year, I suspect. I'm happy to oblige you, but you'll find out soon enough."

"What the fuck is she talking about?" Jane thought.

"So, you got Roy all to yourself for the whole year. Have fun?" Alice stepped closer, Jane stepped back. "Of course you did. You must have had a blast, thinking of me while Roy rammed his big, thick cock into your tight, wet cunt. What was it, huh? You were fucking him, he was fucking you, and you both 'fucked' me? Did you laugh? Yeah, you did, didn't you? I know you . . . or Alice did. Childhood friends and BFF's remember? 'I stole Alice's boyfriend,' you recited that thought every single day, didn't you?"

Each step Alice took brought Jane's terror up another level. Alice wasn't ranting. Her voice was calm, her face, smiling and predatory, and every word she said was the truth. Jane and Roy laughed about betraying Alice many times over the past year. Right now, Jane didn't feel like gloating. "I've got to get out of here," she thought, edging ever closer to a door which felt way too far.

"Or maybe you really did want to fuck me, hmmm?" Alice teased. "All those years, sticking by my side, whispering behind my back, a back you'd already stuck the knife in, undermining me with my friends? Was it because I was prettier, hmmm? Or did you want me all to yourself and I didn't see the signals? Or maybe it was both? Yeah, that's it. You wanted me and wanted to be me, and since you couldn't have both, you decided to destroy me."

"You . . . you . . . you fucking bitch! Fuck you, you fucking cunt! Miss fucking perfect! Acting so fucking superior, thinking you were so much better!" Jane's screaming invective came all too quickly. The vehemence stunned even her, and she stood glaring at Alice, near convulsive with hate and rage. Alice had pulled something dark and secret from deep within her. She exposed a weakness to the light, and Jane so wanted to kill her. 

Alice's smile was the classic girl-next-door beam that melted boys' hearts and Jane despised, but her eyes were hard and cold. "Oooo! Touched a nerve, did I?"

"Fuck you! I'm calling the cops! I don't know what you did to Roy but it's assault. I'm going to enjoy watching them take you away. Maybe you should put on some clothes, skank. No, better yet, keep them off, give them a show." Jane's voice wavered between rage and fear. The kind, good-hearted, and naïve person she knew and betrayed was gone. 

The way she spoke, the way she moved, and her cheerfully predatory smile once more drew forth the question, "What the fuck happened to her?" A dark hidden part of her mind answered her question, "You did, Jane. You and Roy. Now she's pissed."

Roy moaned again. Both women turned to the bed. "Oh! Looks like I left the taps on," Alice gurgled. 

"What did you do to him? Come on Jane, get to the door!"

"Oh, nothing he didn't deserve," the coed gurgled. "I just made him into the kind of thing he made me, and I guess you and a lot of other women. Poetic justice don't you think?" 

Alice went to the bed and grasped Roy's cock. At her touch, Roy rolled his eyes in agonized pleasure. An arc of cum welled up to land on her breast. "Watch this. It's a new trick I taught Roy. Pay attention. You're going to learn in a few minutes. Gurgle!"

Jane knew she should have bolted for the door while Alice was distracted. Her ex-BFF was clearly insane, and she did something horrible to Roy; but a morbid curiosity, the curiosity that attracts people to car wrecks, house fires, and murder scenes, the curiosity that mesmerizes people when they see a man assaulted or a woman gang raped, held her in place. She had to know, and in that brief, all too soon lost, window of escape, Jane saw Alice perform an act which sent the envious woman's entire concept of self, sanity, and the nature of the universe down the rabbit hole.

End Part One

Part Two

She thought it was a hallucination at first; a result of the stress of the past two days, or the fear of the moment. Or maybe Alice was performing a magic trick, learned over the past year. Jane never considered herself an expert on cum but cum wasn't supposed to behave like Roy's. It wasn't supposed to bubble from his prodigious cock like soda from a fountain. It wasn't supposed to absorb into Alice's stroking hand like gravy into a biscuit. 

Roy rolled his eyes. He moaned and grunted with tense muscles and arced back, humping up and down, trapped in an unstoppable orgasm. Other than his agonized moans, to Jane's horror, soft, faint slurps hissed from Alice's hand as she drank his seed. Her gurgles, not the light giggles or chuckles she used to bubble when happy, added to the horror of the room. In spite of the sight, Jane's mind might still have locked itself behind a veil of skepticism, protecting her sanity, if not for what happened next.

Alice stopped stroking Roy. His cock, cleared of cum, stood ramrod straight, white-pink and throbbing. The rest of his body relaxed, but only as a brief interval for Alice's next act. "Oh Roy," she gurgled. "You've made a mess. Time to clean you up, you naughty boy." 

With those words, Alice, before Jane's horrified, disbelieving eyes flowed, not climbed but flowed, with one leg oozing across his body, over Roy's groin, sliding her pussy down his shaft until her ass met his flesh at the base. Roy viewed that beautiful bubble ass he so used to love running his hands over. Now, he wished with every fiber of his being that he was as far away from it as possible.

Alice lay over Roy's legs until her face was at his fused feet. "Roy always loved doggy style," she gurgled. "But then you probably know that. Watch this, 'gurgle!'" 

Jane, horrified, was finally able to witness the depth of Alice's transformation. "Oh! God!" she gasped as Alice's body faded into a glass sculpture, a kneeling nude made of jelly, shuddering and pulsing with chilling gurgles bubbling from its mass. 

The cum, pooled around Roy's body, drifted up into the jelly like balls of wax, breaking up into smaller and smaller beads until they blended into the protoplasm. She opened Roy's taps; once again, clouds of cum squirted from his glans, his penis distorted by the refraction of light across Alice's glassy form. 

Roy groaned in ecstasy, pain, and terror. He turned his head and looked at Jane in despair. His eyes rolled back and his body resumed another cycle of uncontrollable orgasms. These were the images flooding Jane's brain, breaking down the last barriers of skepticism and sanity. White hot panic exploded inside her unprotected mind. "Hooboy!" she thought. "Time to go! Tooweirdtoofuckedtoomuchbyebye!" 

Jane raced for the door, trying to escape from this . . . thing formerly known as Alice, sobbing with relief when her hand grasped the knob. The knob wouldn't budge, neither did lock above it. 

"No!" she cried. Her frantic twists were met with the futile "Clack! Clack!" of a broken door knob. A closer look revealed the lock's acid-scarred appearance. Something had eaten and fused the metal. 

"I love my new life," she heard from the bed. "Did you know I can actually eat metal? Not very well but it's amazing how just the right amount of acid can fuse door knobs, locks, even door chains, 'Gurgle!'" 

The gurgling, liquid tone of Alice's voice sent Jane into a frenzy. The door vibrated under her terrified pounding. "Help! Heeeeuuuullllp!!!" she screamed. 

"Really Jane. You know more than anyone the neighbors ignore everything below a nuclear explosion, 'Gurgle!'"

Jane, weeping with terror, ran for the chair where she'd laid her purse. "The phone! Get to the phone!" She reached the chair . . . to find her acid-melted phone among the remnants of her leather purse. 

"You seriously didn't think I thought of that, did you Jane?" A glance at Roy's phone found it in similar condition. Jane's next move was the kitchen. "Maybe I can find a knife, anything, a weapon!" she thought. 

A bemused Alice watched as Jane raced for the kitchen. Roy groaned behind her. "Hush!" she said. "I'm enjoying this."

She watched Jane scramble frantically through the drawers, sending utensils flying. When her ex-BFF settled on a butcher knife, Alice rolled her gelatin eyes, "Good grief, how original." 

Jane faced Alice, grasping the knife. The jellygirl was sitting astride Roy, her gelatinous body humping his groin. The surreal sight of the surfer's upper body, blurred and distorted through Alice's transparency, filled her with terror. Every few seconds, Alice's belly turned opaque with Roy's cum. A shudder rippled through the surfer as he sent a final blast into the jellygirl before his body settled. His rigid cock disappeared as Alice's semi-liquid body solidified into flushed pink and tan flesh. She stood, staring coldly at Jane all the way. Roy's cock extricated with a faint slurp and stood spear stiff, gleaming and wet. 

"Don't worry," the jellygirl said. "He's not dead but he's going to need water soon."

Roy was unconscious; his chest rose and fell softly. He looked much the same as when Jane first entered the apartment. Jane balefully watched Alice glide towards her. She strode with the sinuous grace of a snake. Jane glanced frantically at the window, knowing full well its uselessness as an avenue of escape. The window had bars, it was three stories off the ground, over an alley too narrow for passage. "Fuck!" she thought. The knife in her hand was a paper prop against the monster approaching her. "What the fuck are you?!" she asked. "You're . . . You're not Alice!"

"Well duh," the Alice thing answered, smiling, one step closer.

"What happened to Alice? What did you do to her?"

"As if you cared," the jellygirl replied, a few more steps away. "Actually, my former selves did it to each other. You might say we killed ourselves and gave birth to me. So your wish Alice was dead, that wish was granted, 'Gurgle!'" The jellygirl stepped closer. "If you're wondering why I'm doing this, well, I have her memories and emotions . . . well, at least her anger. You wouldn't believe how hurt and betrayed she felt." She smiled a smile of beautiful evil. "But you will feel the hurt, I guarantee it."

Jane raised the knife, "Get . . . get back! I mean it! I'll fucking stab you, you bitch!"

"Oooo, with that little thing? Oh, I am soooo scared. Well, you got it. Go for it. Come on, take your best shot." Alice's superior, daring look, which annoyed Jane in the past, however unconsciously, set the blonde off. "Yaaaah!" she screamed, with all the force of fear, desperation, anger, and envy powering it. The knife buried itself to the hilt in Alice's chest. She didn't even grunt. Jane drew back, screaming, and stabbed again . . . again . . . and again. The knife made no sound. Alice shed no blood. It was like stabbing butter. 

Alice sighed and rolled her eyes. "Oh! Oooo! Oh! Help, you're killing me," she droned derisively. Her mockery only drove Jane to greater frenzy. 

"Rrrauuugh!" she cried, using her fists along with the knife. Alice was tempted to look at her wrist as if checking the time. Jane's intense stabbing and pummeling sent liquid ripples across Alice's "skin". 

"Yawn!" she went, comically covering her mouth. 

Jane's frenzied attack subsided as the futility of her action seeped through the wall of rage. She slowly collapsed, her fists pummeling down Alice's body. Hitting Alice was like punching a jelly mold statue and Jane, defeated, finally knew her place. She curled at Alice's feet, a quivering, sobbing ball of flesh, dark blond hair disheveled, face wet with tears, sweat, and mascara. "Fuckyoufuckyouyoufuckingbitch. Why didn't you just fucking die? Why didn't you stay away?"

Alice, victorious and cold, stood over Jane. She pulled the knife out of her breast and knelt down to whisper in her ear. "Too late Jane, remember? Alice's already dead. You never listen. If she were alive, she would have stayed away. She blamed you and Roy for a lot of things but she was never vengeful. She had a conscience, something you and Roy never appreciated. That's why she was always better than you, not because she was prettier, but because she had character." 

She threw the knife away and continued, "She was your best friend. She never said a mean word to you, or about you. Never flaunted her beauty over you, even tried to help you with boys. Look how you repaid her." Jane mumbled something. "You never wanted her help? No, I guess not. You wanted something else, didn't you? If Alice knew that, she'd feel sad, but I'm not Alice." She leaned close to Jane's ear. "I'm a monster, and monsters have no pity." 

Jane, curled up, didn't see but heard Alice's transformation, a soft, quiet, sickening gurgle. She whimpered and wailed as her body was picked up and thrown onto the table. She landed on the hard walnut with a painful "Ugh!" and lay staring. The beige ceiling and lamp were soon blurred by the clear, glassy face of Alice. "Oooo, did that hurt?" she gurgled. 

The lamp's light lent an amber glow to Alice's body. Jane saw Alice smile within her facial contours, like a bust sculpted from crystal. She put her hand to Jane's face and began to stroke it. Jane cringed in horror, sniffling.

"You know, I don't like those mascara streaks. Let's clean you up." Her words were soft, almost sympathetic. Jane whimpered.

Alice caressed Jane's face, devouring every streak of mascara, every bead of sweat, every tear drop, even the mucus from her nose, washing her ex-BFF's face with her protoplasm. When finished, she looked upon the clear face of the woman her former self had known and loved. "You always use way too much make-up," she gurgled. 

Jane stared at this monster with wide brown eyes. Her face, clean and fresh with a broad bell-shaped nose, soft, pink, just-less-than-pillowy lips, and rounded chin projected a prettiness that might have turned heads without comparison to Alice. The jellygirl turned her gaze to Jane's breasts. The top button of her blouse had become undone, exposing a red bra. "Well," Alice gurgled. "You've grown a bit. Real or silicone?"

"Fuck you!" Jane spat, trembling.

"Gurgle! Let's see how much, 'Gurgle!'" Alice replied. 

Her hands flowed with smooth liquidity. Jane's blouse and bra parted like butter. Her breasts flopped out, exposed flat against her chest. Instinctively, Jane moved to cover her breasts but found her arms restricted by the thick, syrupy form of Alice. "Uh-uh-uh, no covering," wagged the jellygirl. "Oooo, you had some work done. Nice new muscles, makes 'em look bigger. Let's look a little further down, shall we? What else did you do?"

The jellygirl's gaze oozed down Jane's body. "Mmmm, nice abs. You've been working out. Nice tan too." 

Her hand flowed across Jane's flat stomach which rolled in fear. Jane bit her lower lip and whimpered. Alice's liquid touch was warm, sensual, and horrifying. 

"You know Jane, these jeans don't do a thing for you," she gurgled. "I'll have to be careful. Don't want to hurt your precious skin."

Jane squirmed as Alice's rippling body dissolved her expensive designer jeans and panties. "Oooo, you wear Pink panties. You changed from Victoria's I see, and ohhhh, you shaved . . . no, you had laser treatment. Must have been costly; I don't taste any hair cells, 'Gurgle!'" 

"F-f-fuck you!"

"'Fuck you?' Is that all you can say? I should seal your mouth like Roy. I'm bored with 'Fuck you.' No . . . wait . . . you know? That's a good idea. Fuck you, 'Gurgle!'"

"What are you . . . aahhh!" Jane started and then gasped as soft, syrupy fingers stroked around her cunt lips. 

Alice was sitting up, straddling Jane's thighs. Her arms were merged to her sides, her body rippling at the junction where Jane's groin met her protoplasm. Jane watched her pussy, slightly distorted by Alice's fluid body, throb and pulse as if manipulated by invisible hands. Her eyes widened in shock, not so much at her cunt's manipulation as at the person/thing/monster performing it. 

"What are you doing?! You're not a lesbo," Jane gasped, then gasped a second time as her pussy parted like a rose pink curtain. 

"Correction, Alice was straight. I don't discriminate. I want to see what Roy's been tasting this past year, 'Gurgle!'"




Alice Amoeba Ch. 03



"N-n-no! Aaauuughn!" Jane gasped as jelly invaded her flower. Her vulva opened wide into a tunnel. Liquid fingers grasped, pinched, and massaged her clit. "Oooo, feel me Jane. I'm on your clit, and it tastes sooo yummy," the jellygirl cooed. 

"Ooohhh! No! No! No!" Jane cried, thrashing her head in denial. Tears squeezed through her clenched eyes as Alice, her ex-BFF, raped her, oozing protoplasm through Jane's pulsing tunnel, sopping up the moisture and cum from her walls. "I'm inside you, sucking your cum. Mmmm, you taste soooo goood, moist and salty, gurgle!" 

The jellygirl put her hands to her breasts and massaged them while licking her jellied lips. She let her body continue inside her victim.

Jane fought, or tried to fight, a two-front war against Jane and her own body, losing on both counts. Alice's plasticity was the consistency of thick mud. Jane found moving her hands through it a herculean task. Her clit, nerves fired up by waves of protoplasm, sent electric bolts through her body. "No! Uuunnngn! No! Fight . . . fight . . . it . . . Jane!" she grunted through gritted teeth.

"No, no, by all means don't," Alice gurgled mockingly. "You know, my other self spent a year fucking the woman we became. I learned a lot about the body and the flesh, especially what parts to touch, and how to stimulate nerves. Here, I'll show you."

Alice's cells, like microscopic fingers, jiggled the sensitive nerves on Jane's swollen clit. At the same time, her protoplasmic fingers found the blonde's g-spot. Jane's synapses detonated. The scream she shrilled was ear-shattering, greater than ever before. It encompassed all the terror, outrage, and ecstasy of the moment. All awareness obliterated by a white-hot nova blasting through her body. 

She arced over the table, all her muscles clenched and convulsed in a remarkable feat of contortion. It was the greatest most ecstatic orgasm ever, and the most horrifying. The shock wave passed and Jane settled, barely noticing her ass rested on a cushion of slime rather than hardwood. Alice had taken the opportunity to wrap her gelatinous legs around Jane's waist during her orgasm. The blonde watched, weeping silently while her convulsing pussy pumped cum into Alice's rippling body. 

"Mmmm!" Alice gurgled. "Roy must have been in heaven. I never pegged you for a squirter." A moan came from Roy's bed. "Speak of the devil. Hi Roy. Enjoying the view?"

Roy had woken to the sound of Jane's scream. He peered around his spear-straight cock to behold the fulfillment of one of his wildest fantasies. The irony was not lost on the flesh-bound surfer, given his present predicament. Jane and Alice displayed different expressions in his dreams. The reality was not disappointing, just different. Jane, nude on the table, shiny with sweat and fear, the desperate look in her tear-filled brown eyes reflecting his own. Alice the slime girl, her gelatinous body wrapped around Jane's waist, quivering erotically, her glassy, transparent visage etched in mockery.

Jane's hips were swaying slightly; the same sway as when she squirmed on his cock so many times over. Her hands were trapped in Alice's jellied body. He could see the strain in her arms. He knew exactly how she felt. They were prisoners of this jelly monster, punishing them for an injury they'd dismissed and laughed about, a year and a lifetime ago. Roy moaned as a tide of regret washed over his body, not for his sins against Alice, but at ever having met her in the first place. 

"And Jane, too," a whisper in his thoughts added.

Unfortunately, Roy's hyper-charged libido, so largely responsible for his predicament and bound so intimately to his sense of self, could not help but respond to the vision of two hot women, one gelatinous, one flesh and blood, going at it on the kitchen table. It mattered not the non-consent on Jane's part or his own fear and despair. The veins on his ramrod cock throbbed and Roy moaned "Nooo!" as, once again, his taps opened and cream bubbled from his pee hole. The old Roy would never have thought to desire nothing to do with sex. The new Roy wished with all his heart he was a eunuch. 

"Oh dear, will you look at that? Gurgle! Don't worry Roy, I'll be with you in a moment."

The jellygirl's body wobbled. Jane turned her face from Roy, knowing he couldn't help. Her only option was to beg for her life. "Please Alice, you don't have to do this. You won, we hurt you, we know that now. You got us back. Please! We're sorry, I'm sorry. Don't kill us, 'Sob!'" 

Her look was the desperate hope of a broke gambler tossing her last pair of dice. It had a puppy dog face Alice and others found endearing in the past. She was a bird pleading to a snake. 

"No you're not," Alice's glassy visage coldly replied. "And you're making the same mistake. I have no mercy. I'm a monster and your lives are mine. So lie back and take your punishment, 'Gurgle!'" 

"Nooo!" Jane howled as the jellygirl oozed forward. Roy, peering around his cum-covered cock, witnessed a sight akin to syrup pouring over an ice-cream cake. Alice's arms, torso, and legs melted into formless jelly, flowing over and around Jane's supine body. Other areas, the curve of her back, the shape of her head, the contours of her face, and her upper body to her breasts, created the appearance of a glass statue, emerging from a crystal pedestal. 

Moaning, Jane watched with teary eyes as Alice immersed her body in a wave of goo. Her fluid breasts flowed up Jane's quivering belly until they came to rest against her own fleshy globes. The sheen of sweat and terrified quivering lent a jelly-like aspect to her breasts. 

Alice, mockery etched on her liquid face, gurgled with wet hellish glee, "I can taste you with my whole body. I can fuck you wherever I touch. I'm so deep, I'm licking the walls of your womb. So slick, so wet, your nerves so exposed. I'm touching them now. You've never been penetrated this deep before, have you? Can you feel me? Ooooo, I think you can. I feel it building, 'Gurgle!'"

Jane's orgasm began with a faint rattle, ascending in crescendo to a bone-shattering scream, "RrrrrruuuuaaaAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!" 

Her body bent upwards, nearly breaking her spine. A grenade exploded inside her chest. She collapsed back on the table and lay, mouth slightly open, a trickle of drool running from the side. A cold numbness settled in her limbs. 

"Oh dear," the jellygirl gurgled. "It looks like I broke your heart. Now you know how it feels. Well, I can fix that." She lowered her lips to Jane's. "How about a kiss? Let's give Roy a show."

"Wha . . . glug!" Jane gulped, taken by surprise. Alice poured herself through Jane's open mouth, down her throat. Jane choked and panicked as Alice filled her lungs. The feeling was akin to drowning and she reacted thus, but Alice, familiar with this experience, knew exactly what to do.

Entering the heart through the bloodstream, Alice repaired arteries ruptured by orgasms beyond which the body was meant to endure. The repairs were accomplished with a speed and skill that shamed the best heart surgeons. Alice's complete mastery of the flesh was such, she accomplished the task in less time than it took for Jane to cough. Her withdrawal, through Jane's mouth and nose, was like an exhalation. 

Jane coughed and then drew breath. The tightness in her chest was gone. She felt more healthy and strong than ever. The feeling drew a moan of despair. 

"There, all fixed up," the jellygirl gurgled. "You didn't think I was just going to let you die? When I'm having so much fun? Now I can really play, 'Gurgle!'"

The jellygirl's body rippled. Jane moaned as Alice doubled down, pouring more of her essence through Jane's gaping holes. The blonde's moans slowly turned to grunts as her traitorous body responded to Alice's sex play. The jellygirl's body worked like countless fingers and tongues over every inch of Jane. She bore down harder on Jane's clit, confident of no more heartbreaking orgasms. Jane's grunts became punctuated with hissing aspirations. Her body, muscles tense and flexing, pumped up and down inside Alice's jelly. 

No part of Jane's body escaped Alice's attention. Her boobs, engulfed by Alice's own protoplasmic melons, were entered via her tits. "I remember when my other half fucked my titties," she gurgled. "What did I do? Oh! This." 

Jane only registered mild surprise when her breasts swelled and spewed milk, courtesy of the same hormonal trigger experienced by Alice a year before. Few things Alice did shocked her at that stage. 

"Mmmm, your milk tastes almost as good as your cum," Alice gurgled. Her breasts clouded briefly with cream from Jane. The jellygirl was tempted to make a joke.

Alice also invaded through Jane's other end, flowing through her rectum, big and small intestines, and into the stomach, cleaning her out as she went along. Jane balefully watched her torso bloat and deflate as she reenacted Alice's year ago experience. 

Roy, blue eyes wide open, watched helplessly, unable to look away. Occasionally, Alice's jelly and Jane's flesh quaked orgasmically, in erotic synchronization. Roy's libido reacted through his greatest asset. His rigid, vein-mapped cock pulsed with every ripple of the women's bodies. Every time they came, his jizz fountained, splashing on his hairless washboard stomach. "How can I produce so much?" he briefly asked. "Alice," came the answer. Her changes to his body ensured his swollen balls remained a semen factory, in constant production. 

Alice shifted her gaze between victims, reveling in her power. She was discovering new aspects of herself and her capabilities with each passing second. Roy and Jane were completely at her mercy. "Something has to be done about Roy soon," she thought. He's going to need more water." It wasn't concern for his health, more that a dead Roy was no fun. "But then what?" she asked. 

The fun could only last so long but she didn't feel like eating them, not like that idiot redneck. And they did taste delicious, she didn't want to stop playing just yet. 

Plus, in spite of her punishment of Roy, which she felt appropriate, she wasn't quite satisfied raping Jane was enough. Her actions were more an expression of anger and hurt at Jane's betrayal. She deserved something more fitting. "How do you punish a backstabbing, poisonous, envious, toxic bi . . . wait! Of course! Why didn't I think of it before? Gurgle!" 

The jellygirl looked at Roy. "Hey Roy," she gurgled. "Watch this." She turned to Jane, who looked back with terror filled eyes. "You know Jane," she gurgled. "All the backstabbing, the whispering, the undermining you did? It's because you wanted to be me, or be like me, so guess what? I'm going to grant your wish, gurgle!"

"Wa . . . Wait!" Jane gasped.

Alice's body began to wobble and quiver like a plate of jello struck by a naughty child. Jane moaned and looked helplessly at Roy, who reciprocated with moans of his own. The view was an erotic horror show. His response manifest in varied amounts of cum bubbling from his penis. Jane's moans came as much from fear as unwanted arousal. 

Alice washed over Jane in waves of protoplasm. Roy saw Jane's body, pale as if underwater, react to the jellygirl's latest assault. Her breasts bobbed and swayed, occasionally erupting white milk from her swollen tits. The rest of her body rippled and gyrated, seemingly more pliable than normal. 

Jane's immersion wasn't actually complete. Her head and shoulders, plus the tops of her knees, projected out of the morass. The rest of her body was trapped and forced to comply with her gelatinous captor. She made one last feeble attempt to free her arms from the molasses thick prison. Alice's response was a shake of the head and a sarcastic "Gurgle!"

Jane's moans alternated with grunts. Her expression was numb, blank despair and resignation. Alice was mostly amorphous, with only her head, shoulders, and breasts to retain their shape. 

Roy watched, fascinated, as Jane's body changed to the consistency of butter. It rippled like a rubber doll filled with water. It was enough to make him ignore his cock for a change. 

"You know Roy?" Alice gurgled. "The change I went through took months. Every cell, every molecule was a classroom. You won't believe how fast a monster like me can learn, once I get the method. Now keep watching, 'Gurgle!' Here it comes, Jane. Your greatest wish."

"No!" Jane tried to scream but only coughed protoplasm. Alice's invasion of her body was thorough and complete. "No?" she replied. "A bit too late to change your mind but don't worry. You'll come to love it. I did, 'Gurgle!'"

Roy, awed and horrified, traced Jane's body as, starting with her legs and crawling up, it faded and disappeared. Unlike the poor, unfortunate and, unknown to Jane or Roy, redneck rapist who provided Alice with her first meal, there was no melting away of flesh and bone, or the red tint of blood; just a gradual conversion, a change to transparency that oozed up Jane's immersed body which each ripple of jelly. 

Alice wasn't eating the blonde. Bit by bit, cell by cell, she invaded and transformed her former friend, reordering her DNA, splicing her genes to her own. Alice's face, as she gazed upon Jane, was smiling, triumphant, and yet cold. Jane, in perhaps a last act of defiance, turned her face away towards Roy. She had no more tears. She moved as if in the throes of sex. "Ughn! . . . Ughn! . . . Ughn! . . . Ughuuuurgle!" Her grunts and gasps slowly transforming into gurgles. 

She saw Roy's eyes, wide and awed, his cock white with cum. In the last seconds before her final transformation, Jane realized. "I never loved him. I never felt anything for him." He was a trophy, a good fuck, something to possess, to get back at Alice for her crime of being better, and that revelation led to another: other than hate and jealousy, she never had feelings for Alice either, or anyone. She was cold, as cold and evil as this creature Alice had become. "I'm a monster."

"Yes," a liquid voice in her head replied. "And now I'm in your brain. And I'm eating your mind bit by bit by bit. And when I'm done you will never, ever stab me in the back again." Jane's mind sank into a molasses muddle as Alice's will overpowered it. 

Just before the last remnant of herself was extinguished, however, she heard a final whisper, "But I'm going to let you keep just enough of your mind . . . so you will always know you're my bitch." 

The blonde gurgled one last time and vomited protoplasm. Her eyes rolled back to white spheres before fading to clear jelly. Her breasts, shoulders, head, and hair turned to liquid glass. The two women merged into a formless mass as Roy sobbed in horror. The gelatinous morass pulsed on the table, formless, with no indication of humanity. 

"I'm going to die," Roy thought. "That thing ate Jane, now it's going eat me." And a faint corner of his mind whispered, "Perhaps that's not a bad thing. Better to die than to spend the rest of my life trapped in my own body, with an out-of-control cock and two psycho ex-girlfriends." 

Such a merciful fate, unfortunately, was not in the cards for the narcissistic surfer.

The amorphous blob quivered, quaked, and split. As it divided, it reshaped and formed into, not one, but two sculptures of jelly. They parted like a dividing amoeba, connected by an ever tenuous strip of protoplasm. The strip thinned to a thread and then to a wisp until finally breaking. One jelly statue rose from the other, oozing off the table to stare at her rapidly forming counterpart. 

Sobbing, the surfer watched the protoplasmic statues thicken. Jelly became flesh and in moments, the nude forms of Alice and Jane presented before his eyes. 

Alice gazed upon her creation. Jane lay on the table, unmoving, staring at the ceiling. She blinked once and slowly rose, gliding to Alice with a liquid sway of her hips. Alice smiled. "Hi Jane," she gurgled.

"Hi Alice," Jane gurgled back. 

Smiling, the two jelly women, turned their bodies in unison towards Roy, who wept in terror. The new jellygirl was Jane, and yet not Jane. She was Jane in her face and dark blond hair, but her body had more curves, matching Alice in breast and hip size. Alice, on the other hand, adopted a slightly more athletic form. 

Both women gleamed with moisture, with slick, wet hair, as if they'd stepped out of a shower or slathered their bodies in oil. Both their skins glowed with a post-orgasmic flush, and both women sported the same seductive but cold and predatory smiles. They could have been sisters. 

"Oh, will you look at that Jane," Alice gurgled. "Roy's made a mess."

"Tsk, tsk," Jane gurgled back. "We really should clean him up, should we Alice?"

"Oh yes, let's. Gurgle!"

"Gurgle!"

Roy nearly puked with terror. The voices issuing from the women's mouths were nearly indistinguishable from one another. They walked in unison with the same fluid grace. They looked like walking wet dreams; the hottest, wettest, horniest babes Roy had ever seen, the ultimate fulfillment of his every fantasy. The two women approached the bed like a pair of sleek lionesses, ready to pounce. 

"Mmmmoooohhh!" Roy moaned through sealed lips. Unable to form the word "No!" he could only ululate like a cow. "Mmmmooohhh! Mmmmooohhh! Mmmmoooohhhhh!" he moaned, watching his double fates ooze closer. 

"Yes!" came the simultaneous answer. The women parted to stand on either side of the bed. His moans crescendo-ed to near muffled screams when they slithered onto his body. Their warm, syrupy touch nearly brought bile to his throat. 

Alice looked at her companion. "You can clean his cock. I'll get the rest." 

Jane's smile mirrored Alice's. "Yes, mistress," she gurgled. 

Alice straddled Roy's head and opened her pussy wide. He wept as her jellified cavern swallowed his face. Meanwhile, a warm honey-thick body settled on his cock. After that, came an orgiastic ceremony of slime, jelly, protoplasm, and flesh. Sometimes one woman or the other would form and melt or blend together. 

Other times, a male form, or part of one, would struggle briefly out of the protoplasm; a flash of man tit here, a despairing face there, an impressive cum-squirting cock rearing out of the jelly, before its envelopment by a feminine mouth or mouths. He writhed in their embrace like a snake, bound in flesh, while they sucked, fucked, and raped his body inside and out. 

And at the end he lay, drained and doomed, the two jelly women on top and around him, merging and parting. 

"'Ees 'ill ' 'meee!'" he begged.

"Of course not, Roy," Alice gurgled. "Remember what I told you? We are going to have fun for a looong time?"

"You're too yummy to waste," Jane gurgled.

"You're going to be our little Roy Boy Toy, gurgle!"

"Forever."

"And ever."

"And ever."

"And ever." 

Chanting together, the jellygirls moved the moaning, sobbing surfer towards the door. Roy's final view of his soon-to-be former life was his crumpled jeans lying at the foot of the bed. And then his face was drowned in jelly.

Epilogue

Henry "Hank" Robbins was not an exemplary citizen. Nor could he be described as a healthy specimen of the human race. Currently, he staggered down the wet, deserted street, celebrating his twentieth anniversary of chemical addiction with his third bottle of Jack Daniels. 

Beginning in his mid-adolescence and proceeding to his thirties, Hank had snorted, shot, and gulped almost every form of narcotic, hallucinogen, and alcoholic beverage known to mankind. In the process, he probably experienced every form of hallucination the depths of his increasingly rotted brain could conjure. At this stage in life, few things ever surprised him. So the thing he saw coming down the street accomplished an amazing feat: it actually scared the living daylights out of Henry "Hank" Robbins. 




Alice Amoeba Ch. 03



At first he thought a main had burst. It certainly looked like water. As it came closer, he saw it was some sort of thick, jelly-like blob, like in the movie with 'Ol Steve McQueen. It occurred to him, slowly as it turned out, that maybe he should run, but the thing looked fast and he wasn't exactly healthy. Besides, it had to be one of his visions, right? 

The thing slurped and gurgled like a primordial sea creature. It was shapeless, constantly changing, slurping and slithering. It came close and, as it passed by, he saw something in its mass. His bleary eyes recognized the struggling, writhing figure. "Holy fuck! The fucking pretty boy!"

He didn't know the prick's name. The young punk always had some slut hanging off his arm, at least when he wasn't with that crazy blonde bitch. What was her name? They always looked at him like something scraped from the bottom of his shoe. They treated him like one too. Pretty Boy sometimes even snatched money from his cup, like it was nothing. 

"Like I'm a fucking bank or something. Well, he don't look so fucking superior now."

Pretty Boy was naked, floating in that blob thing like some pineapple cube in a lump of jello. The way he struggled reminded Hank, eerily, of a snake. His arms and legs seemed stuck to his body somehow. "What the fuck is that about?" Hank wondered. 

A giant cocked erection, complete with plum-sized balls, speared from Pretty Boy's hairless groin, squirting jizz like a child's water gun. On seeing that cock, Hank finally understood Pretty Boy's arrogance. "Geez, the worthless fuck could be a fucking porn star with that! No wonder he has so many sluts." 

The ecstasy of the obvious orgasms ripping through Pretty Boy's body, contrasted drastically with the look of terror on his face. Tiny, beady bubbles issued slowly from the punk's nose. Pretty Boy looked at Hank beseechingly. Hank drew back, feeling something other than alcohol-fueled detachment in years. Not quite sympathy, the asshole's crimes against him loomed large, but it made him curious enough to follow. 

He noticed the blob itself would constantly form shapes, mostly of women. They rose and fell back into the jelly mass like liquid statues, constantly forming and reshaping. Hank remembered childhood visits to the city museum. The sculptures were his favorite. He recognized one jelly figure. 

"Looks like Pretty Boy's crazy girlfriend." The other one was familiar, "Didn't he have another one earlier?"

The two blob girls were hot, curvy, and wore cold seductive smiles. The mass slithered along the street until it came to a manhole. Stopping on top of the cover, it rested for a second before the cover popped off like a champagne cork. It hovered over the hole for a brief second. 

During that second, Pretty Boy went from supine to upright. The blob reconfigured into a new shape: two transparent jelly women, distinct but merged by protoplasm, with a nude young man engulfed between them. The trio stared at Hank, two mocking and seductive, one desperate and terrified. 

The jelly women swirled around Pretty Boy's body, then the three slowly oozed into the open manhole. Only the young pretty boy faced him, sobbing, surrounded by swirling protoplasm. He stared at Hank all the way, as he sank into the manhole. When only his head remained, there was a brief hesitation, and then it disappeared in a splash of sewer water. A noise, like a gasp, or an orgasm, bubbled up, and then the manhole was silent. 

Hank stood for several minutes, looking at the manhole. He looked at his Jack Daniels, then at the manhole, then at his Jack Daniels. 

He snorted, "Fuck! I'm done," threw his bottle into the hole, and set off for the A.A office two blocks down the street. 

The End.