7 comments/ 55316 views/ 26 favorites The Toilet Monster Ch. 01 By: PrevertOne (Inspired By "Surprise" [pic] by Imagination Station/Shyguy) by The Preve (Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit) On May 22, two thousand and something or other, the Strassberg Company Biolab suffered a catastrophe. Eric Rodriguez, a semi-employed and extraordinarily stupid plumber, fucked up royally when he misconnected two very important pipes. The lab supervisor, an idiot by any means, fucked up royally when he botched the inspection of the plumber's work. The effect of these two royal fuck ups ensured that waste intended for the biolab disposal tanks went into the sewer instead. The litigiously egregious lack of oversight (i.e. the supervisor's stupidity) went unnoticed for a week, until an alert young lab assistant named Herman Krump noticed the tanks had no water. He immediately alerted the supervisor (thereafter to be known as the Idiot Supervisor) who, upon re-inspection, found the misconnected pipes and promptly tried to cover his own ass. He dragged Rodriguez back to the lab, bribing him to fix the pipes and ordered Herman to keep his mouth shut. Herman was game, for a substantial raise but unfortunately for the Idiot Supervisor another assistant, a nameless backstabbing weasel with delusions of competency, alerted the Head of Division. The division head fired the backstabber, alerted the District Manager, and quietly ordered a Cleaner to kill the aforementioned weasel. The District Manager promptly alerted the Chairman, Mr Strassberg, the District Manager's grandfather; within hours the biolab was crawling with lawyers, executives, scientists, cleaners, and more lawyers. "You fucked up royally," said the scientists. "You're in deep shit," said the lawyers. "You should have covered your ass," said the executives, to which the supervisor replied, "But I did." "Can we kill him?" asked the cleaners. "We have to find how much shit he put us in," said the more lawyers. "Get the Auditor!" cried everyone. The Auditor, who was not a Strassberg but really wanted to impress the family for monetary and promotional reasons, looked at the Inventory, took stock of what was flushed, and promptly told everybody, "We fucked up royally and we're in deep shit but not as deep as you think. It's fixable." "Fixable how?" asked everyone. "Well, and I'm sure the scientists will agree, most of the specimens won't survive the sewers, or I should say sewer. There's only one line leading from the building. All we have to do is wait and see where the shit comes up and send a cleanup crew." Everyone exhaled a collective "Whew!" Everyone that is except Krump. "Ah Mister Auditor?" he asked. "What kind of shit did we lose?" The lawyers, executives, scientists, cleaners, and more lawyers stared at Krump with a collective "Grrrr!" and then looked towards the Auditor. The Auditor hemmed and hawed (Krump had really hashed his moment) and reluctantly produced a list. A bunch of genetically altered jellyfish, some mutant slime mold, a batch of liposuctioned belly fat, genetic samples from a local sci-fi fan club (i.e. geeks), sperm donations from psychopathic mentally-challenged sex offenders, and a garden slug that the Idiot Supervisor found underneath his shoe; plus some experimental growth hormone and several hundred gallons of Axe Body Spray some college boys brought to the lab as a prank. "Does that answer your question Mr. Krump?" "Ahem!" "Yes, Idiot Supervisor?" "Uh, yeah. I suggest we pump some radioactive iodine into the sewer to track the shit." "Good idea Idiot Supervisor!" said the executives. "That's a Strassberg for ya!" "Ahem!" ahemed Herman. "Grrr. Yes, Krump?" growled the executives. "Isn't that a little dangerous? Who knows how some of that shit might react to the iodine?" "Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" laughed the lawyers, executives, scientists, cleaners, and more lawyers in unison. "It's perfectly harmless. Don't worry. There won't be any oversized irradiated slime monsters made from mutant jellyfish, slime mold, geeks, retarded sex offenders, garden slugs, and cranked up on growth hormone and Axe Body Spray running loose in the sewer. Pour the iodine!" No one could have predicted that these events would have a profound effect on the life of one, Eve Underwood. Actually, they were predictable but what can you say? With the possible exception of Herman Krump, everyone was an idiot. The Toilet Monster Ch. 02 (Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) * A pile of shit sat on her linoleum floor. At least it looked like shit; big, throbbing, and steaming. The problem was shit wasn't supposed to move, except out of one's ass. Now, in her past, Eve had met men who held certain fetishes related to the shit pile on her floor. She usually broke up with them (almost immediately upon discovery of those fetishes) and took out restraining orders. Eve was adventurous but she had her limits. The big pile currently squelching about the bathroom made her think, briefly, that some of those men were playing a joke. She quickly dismissed the idea; none of them were that smart. In spite of her initial shock Eve couldn't resist taking a closer look. She saw it wasn't quite as shitty as she originally thought. Much of the brown stuff was sloughing off to reveal...well, she couldn't quite describe it An appendage stuck out of its "top" that resembled a deformed chicken claw. It had pulsating cancerous lumps all over its "body". One sported a broken toilet plunger as a hat. Tufts of weed-like hair dotted the folds and bumps of its leprous skin. Red, pulsing veins spread like a map across its corpse white surface, and plunked in the midst of that bulbous mass was a single dinner plate-sized bloodshot eye. The creature looked as if someone had lumped together a jellyfish, a slime mold, liposuctioned belly fat, and a slug into one gigantically gooey pile. Eve thought she could detect just a hint of psychopathic, retarded sex offender in its rummy eye. The final shock came from an incongruity she detected in its smell. "Omigod! It smells just like Axe Body Spray!" Her terror cranked up a notch when the creature looked at her with its baleful eye and pointed its chicken claw at her crotch. Eve noticed the glob was between her and the bathroom door; she was trapped. She went through a list of appropriate responses. "Scream for help? Nah, no one will hear me. Gulp in fear? Nope, too mild. Frenzied panic? So not me. Terrified shriek? Yeah, that's it. SHRIEK!!" Eve turned and fled into the shower. She didn't get far; there was a wall after all. The slithering slimer entered the shower after her. As Eve turned to face it, her foot slipped on a dab of dropped soap. She slid down the tiled wall to land on her perfectly shaped ass. Eve's legs were slightly spread. She was in a compromised position, exposing more of her pussy than she found comfortable. The toilet terror's rummy eye widened. It pointed its chicken claw at Eve's twat and crept toward her, dropping globs of slime in its excitement. Eve felt a brief flash of hope that the thing would fall apart before it reached her (it happened to more than a few losers, intimidated by her hotness). Unfortunately, the toilet monster had a stronger constitution. A vaginal-like slit appeared in the glutinous mass. Eve raised her arms in an attempt to inch past the creature but the monster struck first or, to be more specific, spit. Two globs of gluey phlegm hocked forth from the monster's slimy slit. They struck her outstretched wrists with uncanny aim, pinning her arms against the wall. Eve slid down the wall, the goo glue acting as suction cups. She desperately tried to free her arms but the mucilaginous manacles kept them glued and outstretched. Eve found, to her horror, that her slide brought her closer to the creature. She began to kick in a desperate attempt to drive the monster back; big mistake. Her feet sank into the blob's gelatinous mass; worse, they stuck in the lewdest form possible. "Oh no! I'm spreadeagled! Now instead of my pussy being merely exposed, it's wide open to this horrible thing!" In a slight digression, Eve was surprised at the monster's texture. She expected a cold, clammy, feeling as her feet became stuck. Instead it was like sinking into warm butter. "Warm butter that smells like Axe Body Spray." The creature took one look at that pink pussy spread before it. It reacted like all the Axe-stenched, pimple-plagued, loser geeks Eve had to fend off through high school and college. Its rummy, blotchy eye nearly popped out of its blobby body. The creature pointed its twisted chicken claw at Eve's wide open cunt. "Help!" Eve shrieked, fully aware it would do her no good. "I'm being held captive by a perverted slime monster!" Worse was to come (or cum). Rivulets of slime began to run from the pulsating cunt hole which previously spit forth her gluey manacles. There was a sloppy wet "cweench!" as a syphilitic abomination erupted from the dripping crevasse. A fat, giant penis-like extension, it dripped with slime, pus, and pre-cum. It was a diseased atrocity with running boils and cancerous tumors. Twig-like growths dotted the tumors like malformed weeds on a twisted landscape. The horror hose slithered towards her. Eve estimated its circumference at three inches (she had an active sex life, she knew a big, fat one when she saw it). Its length was indeterminate as it continued to issue forth from the amoebic anomaly. Eve watched in helpless despair as the slimy sausage hovered at the entrance to her pink flower. Her ample double D's quaked in terror (or anticipation, it really was a big cock). "Oh No! I'm about to be penetrated by the biggest, longest cock ever put in me!" Eve thought. "What will my girlfriends think?" There was a brief anticipatory moment before the knobby noodle thrust into her with a loud "thosh!" Slime and pre-cum splashed onto her short cut muff. Eve shrieked a brief "Eek!" as the tumorous terror unspooled its length into her depths. It slithered through her vaginal canal, parting her moist walls before stopping midway to her cervix. The glob swelled like a balloon and then deflated. Eve felt a shocking burst of warmth as, with a soft "spoosh", the abominable mucous monster squirted its toxic love juice into her moist petal. Eve's distress at her (ahem!) violation was accompanied by a startling revelation. "My God! I'm getting turned on!" To Be Continued. .. The Toilet Monster Ch. 03 (Inspired By "Surprise" by Imagination Station/Shyguy) (Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) * Yes! The tumorous tube was the source of Eve's unexpected stimulation. As the twisted atrocity snaked through her moist tunnel, the tumors, boils, and warts passed over the sensitive nerves of her clit. It was better than any of her numerous dildos (collector's items from the finest craftsmen). Her pink cunt became drenched with pussy juice. The slime and cum combined with the juice to slick her walls. The toilet terror thrust deeply into her writhing young body. Eve's perfectly heaving breasts heaved even greater as she realized, with erotically charged horror, she was going to cum. "My God! I'm going to cum!" Her naturally sculpted thighs began to unconsciously buck in rhythm with the thrusting throbber. Her perfect ass slid back and forth across the slick tiles, pumping in salute to her active sex life. "But never with a giant blob of slime," she thought ponderously. The lumpy slither continued up her moist passage, stopping occasionally to squirt its genetic liquor, until it came to her cervix and when it came, so did Eve. Her body convulsed in a torrid, wet dance of erotic frenzy. It was very uncomfortable, given her spreadeagled position. "This torrid, wet erotic frenzy is killing my arms," she thought. Eve gasped a brief "Oh!" as the snaky slug continued to slide into her womb with a wet "gweench!". It wandered around, brushing occasionally against the wet walls, which convulsed with increasingly overlapping orgasms. The creature swelled ("Oh no! Here comes another one!") and deflated. The fucking commenced in earnest as the mucous monstrosity worked like a bellows, pumping mutant man cream into her baby factory. She responded with an ecstatic moan. "Squirt! Squish! Squelch! Squitch!" went the Blob. "OO! OH! Urg! Arg!" replied Eve. Now it should be noted that prior to the blob's plop from her toilet, Eve had ovulated. Eve took birth control pills because multiple births ran in her family. She didn't take chances as she liked her sex bareback. Only a fluke made Eve an only child. This time, however, she skipped her birth control. "Wait til Cancun," she thought. The result, as such, was an egg-filled womb. Thanks to the slimy sewer sack, her womb was also filled with thousands of idiotic toxic mutant sperm, none of whom had the instincts God gave monkeys. Upon emerging from the creature's dick, most of them immediately tried to impregnate it (the dick that is). The abomination squirted more moronic sperm into Eve's increasingly crowded womb. The new guys tried to impregnate the old guys. The results were thousands of very awkward situations. A few tried to impregnate the womb itself. The repeat bashings against the walls resulted in spermetic brain damage, destroying their miniscule intelligence. Four, were ultimately smart enough to find and penetrate their respective eggs. The growth hormone caused the eggs to divide and develop almost immediately. Meanwhile, the toilet terror kept on a'pumpin' and a'squirtin' and Eve was a'ooing and an ahing. Any unconscious pretext of sexual involvement was replaced by active participation. Eve's movements were restricted by her spreadeagled position. Certainly her arms and legs were feeling the strain. The rest of her body assumed the function of a sperm receptacle. Eve and Mr. Gloop were so into it, they didn't notice her swelling belly. Eve took great pride in her belly. Flat and trim, it was the product of her natural hotness and regular crunches. She was old-fashioned; no tummy tucks for her. So it didn't make her happy to watch her belly inflate like a blown up beach ball. "Eek! My perfect figure!" The weirdness of her situation had long since passed over Eve. A giant blob of shit-encrusted protoplasm was giving her more intense orgasms than any other human lover. The fact she was in the midst of an accelerated knock up, fit perfectly. She had a brief vision of "Alien". Somehow the thought of an alien monster bursting out of her stomach didn't scare her. "Probably because I've gone nuts." She just hoped it wouldn't hurt. It wasn't just her belly either. Her double D's were a'stirring. Eve watched with wondering detachment as her nipples went "boing!" and began spurting milk. She had past lovers with lactation fetishes but her ample knockers had disappointed in that regard. Eve's hormone enhanced pregnancy super-charged her udders into a lactophile's wet dream. "Wow! Talk about making up for lost time," she thought. As she lay on the wet shower floor with two milk-spewing cantaloupes and a rapidly swelling beach ball, Eve wondered when her ordeal would end; not that she wasn't enjoying the experience. Her fluid laden body wobbled from her orgasms. Her view of the pumping putrescence was gradually obscured by her bloating belly. She watched her classically innie bellybutton pop out with a faint "poing!" and thought, "My God, now I'm becoming a blob." The blighted bloat was having issues of its own. Its putrid pumper was getting crowded out by its rapidly developing offspring. The corrupted quads were growing increasingly irritated by the dwindling space. It didn't help that a pulsating, sperm-squirting penis was fouling up their amniotic fluid. Tiny hands and feet began pummeling and pushing the offending member. The result was the opposite of what was intended; more sperm flooded the liquid lodging. The Blobfather was aroused from the rod rubbing. Eventually the four mutants succeeded in expelling the paternal penis. The monstrous member extracted itself from Eve's twat with a wet "pop!" The toilet terror's irritation became utter exasperation as it immediately got a face full of its own jizz mixed with amniotic fluid. Its odious offspring, now grown to full term, were not far behind. To Be Continued... The Toilet Monster Ch. 04 (Inspired By "Surprise" by Imagination Station/Shyguy) (Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) * Eve experienced the bumps and the kicks in her womb with growing trepidation. Her belly bobbled and vibrated like the bell on a telephone. Her fearlessness about belly bursting monsters diminished to a mild bravado. Something was happening with her other monster. Her fermenting belly obscured her view. The slimer was agitated; its dick did the in&out pussy dance. Eve enjoyed the benefits. The increased activity excited her pussy to untold levels, triggering a cum session so intense as to approach levitation. The shower walls flowed with splashes of milk, cum, and slime. Eve heard a faint "skwutch!" followed by a "pop!" but was too engrossed in her orgasm to take notice. She enjoyed a brief interlude's post-coital bliss before sharp needles lanced into her sides. The cataclysmic climax had exerted enough force to free her arms of the mucous manacles. Now the blood rushed back into her arms with needle prick agony. Her monstrous mating briefly interrupted, Eve waited for the pain to ebb to a tingle. The round blob of flesh that comprised Eve's belly "boinged!" and bounced. "Omigod am I having contractions?!" she asked. " Wait a second, of course I'm having contractions! I can't believe I asked that!" Eve rarely interacted with pregnant women. They made her uncomfortable. It reminded her of the tightrope that defined her sex life. Now Eve experienced nine months compressed to a few minutes. The results came through her pussy in four bio-genetically twisted spades. There was a "shoosh!" as the slimeball's wormy wong slid out of her slime-soaked cunt. The knobs and warts made a return trip across her g-spot and clit. Eve exploded into a maelstrom of orgasms. Next, she heard a "shush!", followed by an annoyed gurgle from her lumpish lover. Her inner thighs sopped with wetness as fluids splooshed out of her twat. Eve's belly deflated like a popped water balloon. Her outie turned into an innie with a faint "zoop!" Her wobbling womb wasn't done. The water rush slowed to a trickle but Eve's belly was still ripe, round, and boinging. The bumps and kicks traveled down her birth canal. Eve began to grunt. Eve began to groan. Eve "eeked!" as her twat expanded to Grand Canyon proportions. "Oh darn! Now I'm going to have stretch marks," she despaired as her pussy prepared for its crowning achievement. "Eek! Ack! Ook! Urk!" cried Eve. "Plop! Plop! Plop! Splat! 'Splat?!'" replied her twat. "Splat?!" Eve raised her head. "Babies aren't supposed to go splat! What's going on here?!" The view between her volcanically milky breasts, her re-flattened tummy ("Yes! My figure's back!"), and her spread open, shapely, fluid soaked legs, revealed an almost unendurable sight to the baby phobic Eve. "Shit! I'm a mother!" The gurgling gloop cradled three of the putrid progeny. The fourth, an amorphous blob, was splattered against the wall; launched there by the force of Eve's blasting birth. The three cradlees were boys. Eve took a closer look. "Yep, they're boys alright." As one could hope for genetic mutants, they looked close to infants. Their deformed Dad, however, gifted the twisted trio with his most prominent asset. All three sported the largest schlongs Eve had ever seen... on anything...except horses (not that she was into that kind of thing...maybe). The splattered fourth was a girl. While the little aberration had her pater's blobness, it was obvious she also inherited her mam's twat. In the midst of that gelatinous pile was a pink, pulsing canyon of a vagina, topped by a pair of very familiar looking blue eyes. "My God! My daughter's a cunt!" Her siblings didn't look much better. Aside from their enormous cocks, each brother had variances in shape and form. One brother seemed well proportioned enough; at least his limbs were the correct size and he had two eyes (blue, like Eve). If not for the lack of a nose and ears he could almost pass for normal. Another brother also had a blue eye. That's it, just an eye. He had two arms; one in front, one in back. His feet, at least, pointed in the right direction. The last brother had two eyes. A big rummy bloodshot eye like his dad and a tiny, cataracted pinpoint inherited from...something. He sported hands and feet; no, take that back, chicken claws. The creepy quads also had their Dad's corpse white coloring and red vein map pattern. "'Sniff! Sniff!' And they smell like Axe Body Spray," Eve observed. The inbred infants, being mutants, didn't cry as normal babies. The best sounds Eve could discern were "wub!" "gack!" and "gurk!", except for the "girl" who, lacking a proper mouth, could only make wet sounding squelches. And there was drool; copious, fountaining amounts of sticky, slimy drool, syruping from the boys' mouths. The "girl" didn't drool but her gigantic dripping pussy provided enough moisture to match her brothers'. Eve, covered in slime, with a wet pussy herself, dismissed disgust as hypocritical. Now, bear in mind much of the genetic makeup of this biologically atrocious family is retarded sex pervert. As such, their sex drive is appropriately twisted. When their slithery, slimy, blue-eyed sister joined the brothers, the pustulous pater cuddled them in the headline making, illegal, morally vacuumed style one expects from sex fiends. Eve, stunned by slime sex and slimier birth, got a front row seat to mutant sex pervert family values. The foul family degenerated (as degenerations go) into a riot of giganto-schlongs and humongo-twats sliding in and out of each other. Eve watched, fascinated by the odious orgy. "I'm getting turned on by this," she realized with shock, confirmed by a splash of milk from Eve's lactating jugs, stimulated by her inadvertently playful hands. Rather than feel embarrassed, she continued to massage her milky mountains. Eve's pussy had reached its cum peak. One of her hands made its way down her slime-slick body. It plunged into the genetic swimming pool of her cunt and began to play. Her feet, still stuck in the Blob, became part of the lunatic love party. "Eeeww! They're sucking on my feet," Eve thought before remembering the fetishes of former boyfriends. "Mmmm! They're sucking on my feet." The Blob, as the only other adult, was the first to climax; a squirty orgasm matched by Eve. The orgasmic workout heated the shower into a body fluid sauna. Finally, note the monstrous miracles were cranked with growth hormone. They didn't stay babies for long. The writhing slime pile that made up Eve's progeny, bulled from infancy to childhood to adolescence within minutes. Necks, arms, legs, pussies (ahem! pussy) and dongs stretched and elongated. The foul family grew into adulthood, living a life of perverted sex and creepy cuddling. Eve was perversely relieved, "Well, so much for nursing, school, and...Uh oh! What are they looking at?" The orgiastic ooze resolved itself into its five components. Eve's noxious family gazed at her....with distinctly lewd looks on what passed for their faces. To Be Continued