~Ooze-Mother
tags: threesome oozexhuman

Rachel felt unwell.
It’d been only a fortnight since she acquired the ooze and she made full use of it. For a couple of days she left it at home, only pulling it out when she was horny, but her new job at a café was boring enough that she decided to spice things up. She had been bringing the ooze with her to work, stuffing into her panties in the morning. The ooze retreated from the little light that petered through the fabric, and before long the ooze had plugged its way into her pussy. The encouragement of a bullet vibrator set on the lowest setting caused the ooze to outright roil and whirl, purring happily against her warm body.
Rachel was very good at staying composed, but occasionally had to click the vibrator off when no one was looking or simply go for a ‘bathroom break’ and try not to squeal as the ooze caused her to blow. She did her best not to waste the ooze’s cum either, it just tasted to sweet and divine.
But she felt like she had probably been overdoing it, judging by the gut ache. She stuffed the ooze in her bra this time, feeling bad at the very thought of leaving the thing alone.
Her café job was simple enough, barista work. Not a bad job, but the tiny storefront saw little business. Most customers were hipster types who enjoyed the cosy atmosphere. There was one customer in particular who stood out. She was taller than Rachel, with blonde hair that passed her shoulder blades in a ponytail and piercing blue eyes made all the more powerful by the round spectacles she wore. The lab coat made her stick out, being completely alien to the rest of the clientele, she turned heads.
She made sure to be served by Rachel every day. This day was no different, coming in at 12:15 on the dot.
	“Hey Cynthia,” said Rachel to her new regular, “Mocha, 66 degrees Celsius, three sugars, extra milk and extra chocolate?”
	“You just need to say ‘the regular’ sweetie, I don’t exactly vary my menu too often,” Cynthia put a hand on her hip.
Rachel liked Cynthia, the easy way she said ‘sweetie’ made her seem gentler overall.
	“So, why did you decide that I was the one to make all your coffees?” Rachel asked as she set to work on the machine.
	“I like the smell of blueberry,” Cynthia shrugged, “Saying that you ‘reek’ of it’s the wrong phrase, but calling it ‘musk’ sounds so wrong on a woman as well.”
	“Thanks… I guess…”
	“Either way, it makes me wonder how you got you smelling so… thickly of it.”
Rachel was unsure if Cynthia was flat out flirting with her or just really liked the smell that much. Either way, she let the subject drop and focused on the coffee. She handed it to the scientist, who took a sip and smiled, “That and you’re the only one here who can get this consistently right.”
Rachel shrugged, “I try.”
Cynthia raised her phone and took a picture of Rachel, the flash startling the junior barista.
	“Hey! What was that!?” Rachel spat as the ooze coiled away from the light, dredging the chill closer to the spine.
Cynthia smiled, “just so I can show the folks at work who makes the best coffee around here.”
Rachel didn’t know that Cynthia noticed the ooze’s movement.
Fifteen minutes later, Rachel knocked off work. She immediately set out for the diner across the road, they made good iced chocolates and bacon and egg toasted sandwiches.
She entered, paid for her order and sought to find a seat when she noticed Cynthia was sitting in one of the booths. The scientist was hailing her.
Rachel pouted, she did want to eat her lunch alone, but figuring not to be rude, she forced a smile and sat in the seat opposite her.
Cynthia leant forward on her elbows, “you don’t look so well,” she began, “everything alright?”
	“Fine,” Rachel lied.
	“Rachel, sweetie,” the tone in ‘sweetie’ gained a little bit of a serious edge, which put her off guard, “I know about the ooze.”
Rachel tried to contain her surprise, “What do you mean?”
	“Don’t play coy, why do you think I had full flash on when I took your photo?” Cynthia’s voice dropped to a whisper, “I happen to be very good at noticing subtleties and the blueberry scent was weaker today than it was every other day I got a coffee, which tells me that for once it wasn’t fucking your busty little brains out.”
Rachel’s eyes widened, but said nothing. Cynthia continued, “I’m glad I found you actually, there’s some very powerful and dangerous government agencies looking for it. Unlike them I happen to actually have a sliver of empathy about me.”
	“You… want it back…?” asked Rachel, her gut sinking.
	“Not quite. You look sick. Were you on your period?”
Rachel looked to the side, clearly uncomfortable with the subject, “Why do you want to know…?”
	“I’ll humour you. I made it. The fact that it happens to be quite the fucktoy… well, that says a lot about me as a person I suppose. Blueberry happens to be my favourite food as you can probably guess. Now, I’ll have you know that I’m quite a powerful person, which means I can keep you from even being known from anyone at a whim. But that involves having the search called off.”
	“And how does this relate to the question?” asked Rachel as a waitress delivered Cynthia a blueberry pie.
Cynthia took a bite of the pie, waiting for the waitress to leave before continuing, “It relates because of the lifecycle mechanism I put into it. See, I developed it to be capable to reproduction. The one you have is the male, there’s a female too but she’s back at the lab. They can reproduce with one another, but they can both reproduce with human stock too.”
Rachel sighed, “I suppose that’s good news for me, I had it yesterday.”
	“While it was fucking you?”
Rachel paused, “Not… intentionally… It’s been irregular and painless for a couple of months.”
Cynthia folded her arms against her belly, the motion drawing her coat tight and emphasising her expansive bust, “Actually, I should wish you congratulations. You’re going to be a mother; tonight more than likely.”
Rachel blinked, “Excuse me? How does that work?”
	“They’re not exactly typical of other lifeforms are they? No, the way they work is that the male take a DNA sample from the female and then moulds the youngster around that genetic data before reinjecting what is essentially an already fertilised egg. I have my reasons for doing it like that; few of them sound good in retrospect.”
	“Wait… I’m… you’re kidding!”
	“I knock off work in about two hours,” announced Cynthia, “What’s your address?”
	“Why?”
	“Because it suits my interests to take the youngling off your hands and present that as the missing specimen.”
	“… and I trust that it’ll be you coming to me door and not someone with a gun… because…?”
	“Because I was wondering how the hell I was going to smuggle one out for my own use. You really think that the whole, messy, bukkake level blueberry tasting cumsplosion was designed for any purpose other than because it makes me moist?”
	“That’s when we get back to how much it says about your character?”
	“’Science’ demands that I watch the miracle of life. I may or may not also enjoy seeing you naked.”
Rachel blushed slightly, and Cynthia continued, “how about this, you let me use your place as means of ‘hiding’ projects I want misappropriate, I’ll do any damn thing you wish that’s within my power. I may or may not also enjoy the idea of letting you misappropriate those projects with or without me.”
	“What is within your power then?”
	“Well, I really want to smuggle out a female specimen…”
Rachel pulled a pen from her breast pocket and scrawled the address onto a napkin. 
	“You’d better be telling me the truth.”
Cynthia took off her shoe and slid her toes up Rachel’s leg, much to her surprise. Cynthia ran her toes all the way up, tracing a line across the inner thigh and right to Rachel’s pussy, tickling it by wiggling her big toe.
Rachel blushed, but the thought of sex seemed to make her feel sicker.
	“Don’t worry, once we get the little one out of you, you’ll feel right as rain…”

***

Rachel spent her time distracting herself with some model painting, trying very hard not to think about the growing ache in the belly. As always however, she was naked because fuck paint stains. The ooze was tucked away in a lightless box on the desk that it seemed to like.
Right on cue, Cynthia’s rapping came at the door.
Rachel slid over, wondering whether or not she should don some clothes or just wrap herself in a towel. Cynthia’s second knock snapped her out of her deliberation and she stumbled to the door. She opened it just a tiny crack, keeping her body hidden behind the door.
	“Hey, sorry, I’m not decent, mind waiting there a couple of-“
Cynthia just reached up and pushed through the door, causing Rachel to stumble back. As she closed the door she smiled, “Don’t worry your pretty head sweetie, I’m going to see it soon anyway.”
	“Oh… right…” Rachel found herself rather self-conscious, reaching to cover herself.
Cynthia chuckled, “Don’t be so down about it,” she unslung the backpack from her shoulder, “You’ve got an absolutely killer body sweetheart, don’t be ashamed of it.”
	“Not ashamed… modest…”
Cynthia pulled Rachel’s encroaching arm away from the breasts she was trying to cover and wrapped her lips around Rachel’s nipple and suckled. Rachel was stunned by how forward Cynthia was, unable to move or even speak.
When she was satisfied that she’d proven her point, Cynthia pulled away from Rachel, “don’t be modest…”
Rachel looked down and noticed a small drip of white fluid was running from her nipple.
	“I’m lactating!?”
Cynthia shrugged, “You’re going to be a mum after all.”
Rachel blushed as Cynthia took her hand, “got a room you can make pitch-black? Bathroom maybe?”
	“Nah, bathroom is all natural light. Only room is the inbuilt laundry. It sounds awesome, but the room is… well, broom closet big.”
	“It’ll have to do.”
Rachel indicated the box on the desk, “Need to grab the little ooze?”
Cynthia didn’t answer; she just walked to it and picked it up.
Rachel wordlessly indicated the way to the laundry for her eccentric guest.

Inside the laundry were a washing mashing and a dryer above it, which took up a third of the space. Another third of the space was dedicated to swinging room for the door, Cynthia reassured Rachel that there was enough room for what they were about to achieve.
The scientist placed her bag inside and laid the box with the ooze on the washing machine. She then closed the door behind her, lighting up the room with her phone.
	“Lie down, head against the washing machine, legs up.”
Rachel complied, setting herself up as comfortably as she could.
	“Now,” said Cynthia, “I’m not going to be terribly clinical about this sweetie, I’m not a doctor as such.”
	“So… how are we doing this?”
Cynthia opened up her bag and withdrew a small opaque container, “This is the main thing, this will transport the youngling back to the lab. When you birth it, I’ll collect it.”
	“Anything else?”
Cynthia opened the bag right up and pulled out a couple of objects that Rachel couldn’t identify in the dim light. Within a few moments, she saw a red light directed at her.
	“Is… Is that a video camera!?” said Rachel.
Cynthia nodded, “I doubt I’ll ever see this again in another, so I might as well record it.”
	“For ‘science’ huh?”
	“… Let’s go with that.”
Cynthia flicked on the night vision setting and turned the viewer to Rachel so that she could see what the camera saw, “Smile, because you’re fucking beautiful sweetheart,”
	“You’re really getting off on this aren’t you?” asked Rachel.
	“I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to stuff my face into that scrumptious pussy of yours.”
	“And why aren’t you?”
Cynthia just tapped her nose before flicking the viewer back around. Rachel could see her undress in the dim screen light. Soon, Cynthia’s round hips and enviable bust were awash in the viewer’s green light. Cynthia flicked the viewer back around once more as she knelt down, putting her head on Rachel’s shoulder for the benefit of the camera.
	“Heya, I’m here with the sexy, scrumptious Rachel as she’s about to do what no woman on this planet has done before, birth an ooze. What’s an ooze you ask? Well, a thing I engineered all my most fucked up fetishes into…” Cynthia reached down and started stroking Rachel’s clit. Rachel let her head loll back as she opened her legs for Cynthia. She had to admit, she did want to take Cynthia to bed since they first met, but she didn’t think it’d be under these circumstances.
	“Two fetishes that we’ll be exploring today are cumflation and egglaying…” Cynthia reached up with her free hand and plucked the box containing the ooze. Placing it on the ground, she gave a wry grin for the camera. “see, Rachel, an ooze has to… ‘finish the job’ otherwise the egg won’t develop and eventually just fall apart harmlessly in your body. To accommodate this, it has to… go deeper.”
Cynthia opened the box and the ooze emerged. Rachel looked at Cynthia, only barely able to make her features out in the green light. Cynthia opened her legs as the ooze expanded, searching for pitch black orifices to squeeze itself into. It found them in Cynthia’s pussy and anus, pushing mock-cock-forms into her, pressing against her so hard that her holes opened up. Cynthia let out a faint moan as the ooze pumped its fluid innards against the walls of the ooze’s skin, turning the cock-forms into powerful piledrivers. Cynthia withdrew the hand she had in Rachel’s pussy to stabilise herself against the powerful pumping.
	“For what it’s worth, I wish I was in your shoes right now.”
Rachel scoffed as the ooze grew to find her orifices. Like it always did when it found her anus, it pushed itself in with a cock-form and like with Cynthia, roiled the skin against the walls and thrust, eliciting a choked cry from Rachel.
Cynthia was goading the ooze up her body, relishing the rippling texture as the ooze washed over her tits and roiled its skin, causing her to gasp, grinning from ear to ear as the chill embraced her.
Rachel on the other hand was feeling something she had never felt before. The cock-form did what was expected in her pussy, but pushed deeper like Cynthia said.
	“Sh-shouldn’t this… hurt…” Rachel asked in a mild panic as her belly stretched slightly.
	“Normally yes…” Cynthia gasped between thrusts, clutching at the ooze tendrils at her neck so she could talk, “but egg had hormones that allow this.”
	“This is in my fucking womb!?”
	“The cock isn’t, but the torrents of cum will be,” at that Cynthia let go of the ooze and it spread to her mouth, pushing a cock-form into her throat which she only too gleefully accepted, lifting her chin to let the ooze throat fuck her harder.
Rachel let out a gasped scream as her belly distended with each successive thrust, torrents of the blueberry scented cum pumping into her with such force that it spurted messily onto the tiles below. The distension ending when her belly was as far out as her breasts.
	“What… the fuck… am I experiencing!?” she felt sicker than ever, despite the pleasurable feelings the ooze was fucking into her. The ooze spread out and ran over her tits, immediately breast milk started flowing from the nipples into the ooze fluids as it caressed and massaged.
Rachel just laid back and relaxed as the ooze grew more intense with its fucking. Cynthia was moaning rather loudly, her fingernails scratching along the tiles as the thrusting became firmer. Rachel however could feel her body pushing against everything harder than it had ever done, her belly forcing itself back to its naturally slimmer form.
She felt who whole body start to go red as the egg started pushing its way out of her body. Whatever Cynthia had created, it was doing an incredible job of fetishizing it as she had stated. The egg was just only a little less gooey than the ooze, meaning it was passing through the cervix without Rachel feeling any pain. Beyond that, the pressure of cum rupturing back out of her pussy with each shuddering contraction felt amazing. If only normal labour felt like this. It was like having two cocks pounding through the pussy from either end simultaneously. Rachel reared her had back, unable to hold it in any longer. Her moans had had hit a crescendo of strained screams, “Oh, fucking fuck me yes!”
The egg pushed its way out and Cynthia dredged the cock-form out of her throat to do her job playing as midwife. She stuffed her face through the ooze, clawing open a space for her nose so she could breathe while piercing the film with her tongue, licking Rachel’s clit.
Rachel writhed against Cynthia’s tongue, the combination of her efforts and the ooze’s roiling gave her voice pause, she found her chest had tightened so hard that barely a high pitched whine escaped.
Moments passed as the eggs slid out some more with the powerful contractions. Cum was being blasted everywhere, the camera’s tripod was caked in it. The ooze however wasn’t just cumming in Rachel’s pussy, her butt-cheeks were soaking in it as it dribbled down from her anus, while Cynthia’s own pussy was being pounded so hard that her tummy was slightly distended under the sheer pressure.
The egg was pushed out further as Rachel’s body shuddered closer to orgasm. It was so close. Cynthia’s licking was what was getting Rachel over that edge. The ooze was one thing, but having a genuinely attractive woman sharing it with her was hotter than she’d ever have realised.
Rachel found herself imagining their situations reversed, and for some reason finding that arousing.
Rachel’s body heaved as she let out one almighty cry, her body expelling all of the ooze’s cum in one almighty contraction, pushing the egg out and to the ground, her pussy juices spraying all over the tiles as the ooze, finally spent, receded, painting the whole room in its fluids.
Rachel was hyperventilating, staring at the filmy orb. Cynthia immediately collected it for the container and stuffed it in her back.
	“Now, wasn’t that fun?”
	“It was, but how am I going to clean this mess up?”
Cynthia bent over and started shucking cum out from Rachel’s pussy with her tongue.
	“How about you allow me, you were so kind to let me do this much…”