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Joe stood in the middle of his flat's bathroom, staring at the bath and shower. He smiled, feeling an almost erotic charge as he looked at the white porcelain surface peppered with a few of his dark hairs that he'd missed during his last clean-up. Saturdays were their weekly date night for going all out: squirting a bit of lubricating shower gel under the tap, cranking the water as hot as it could go, and watching the tub fill up as he reclined on the toilet. He didn't need any of those extra accoutrements people brought in when they took a bath: no scented candles burning around the room, no meditative music, no fancy florets of wine or champagne. Joe didn't even drink beer in the bath.

The twinges in Joe's knees and ankles weren't bad today. He could have gone for his usual pre- and post-work quickie shower, letting the big shower head wash away the stink of stockroom-sweat or clean himself off of any nocturnal emissions - spontaneous or deliberate - that happened between retiring for the night and the morning rush. Looking at the tub, though, the Saturday Bath was calling for him. He leaned over the tub, almost caressing the edge as he switched the plumbing to "bath mode" and made sure the plug was down. Grabbing the shower gel, he squirted; the bottle made a farting noise as it ejaculated out clear gel into the tub. Joe flicked the water on, hearing it rumble and slosh around the tub. He stood upright again, watching as the quickly-heating water started to steam

Whistling, Joe started to peel off his clothes. The first to go was the T-shirt he'd stuck on last night, the one with the Jason mask from Friday the Thirteenth printed on it. He couldn't quite remember which movie it was from. "Maybe I'll check later," he thought, dropping it on the floor amongst a nest of towels. He checked out his body in the mirror, grabbing at the stubbornly fleshy parts around his abdomen. Between work, playing some five-a-side with some mates on Sunday, and pumping the weights in his otherwise-sparse living room, Joe never seemed destined for the ripped six-pack. Not that he cared too much, but even the strongest had moments of self-doubt. The rest of his chest seemed fuzzy and fine, and Joe knew he wasn't really all that fat. "Don't forget you're getting close to forty, Joe," he reminded himself. He felt like he'd missed the boat when it came to being even a hot middle-aged thing.

Joe glanced over to the tub, checking on the water levels. The rising water line had turned into a white frothy mix, like one of the fancy coffees he'd heard about but never drank, preferring energy drinks as his caffeine needle. The water wasn't at any risk of flowing over the edge soon, but he didn't like the waste. He was only in his pyjama boxers now anyway, a slightly-stained satiny pair that stretched around his butt. Shimmying his ass out, he let them drop down his legs, looking at the floppy, bush-lined bits past his belly button. Joe always saved his masturbating for the bedroom; wanking in the shower always felt too weird with the water hitting his body. He'd never done it during the Saturday Bath either, even though he was usually at least slightly aroused on getting out. Joe chalked it up to the hot water opening up the veins a bit more.

Picking between his freed buttocks, Joe stepped out of his boxers and walked over to the tub. The water was a little higher than he usually had it. "Stop admiring yourself in the mirror so much," he berated himself, stepping in the water and slowly lowering himself into it. His arms confidently straddled the tub, and Joe groaned as the shock of the heat disappeared, leaving only the pleasant tingling. Slowly, Joe lowered himself down, the water rushing up to meet him, until his whole lower body had disappeared into the pleasantly-warm water.

Joe groaned in satisfaction. He had been wrong before: this was the perfect bath. It got up to that little spot on his back that had been bothering him, and as he leaned back the bubble line hid his slight tummy as well. It was even deep enough that he could dip his head back in; he always put in too little, which meant washing his face meant splashing around like a kid with a toy boat. That could come later on though. Now it was the time to soak.

Although Joe usually started to soap down his body as soon as he got into the water, tonight he just closed his eyes and sat there for a moment, luxuriating in the decadent excess. He melted into the water, his knees emerging through the bubbles like two pink, knobbly shark fins, his neck inching down into the water. "I probably should wash my head first," Joe thought, "before I fart or pee." Moving his arms to brace against his ears, he started to submerge his head.

The strangely heavy plop from the tap almost went unnoticed. If Joe's ears had been below the water, he certainly wouldn't have paused, obliviously going to wash his face. Instead, he sat up, moving into a squat. "What the fuck was that?" he asked the tap. The tap had no answers for him; it looked completely unmolested. Standing up, he got out of the water. Grabbing a bottle of shower gel, he disturbed the soap, checking out the water.

With suds and water dripping down his legs, turning his hairs into black streaks against his steam-reddened skin, Joe frowned. He couldn't see anything in the water. He'd definitely heard a sploosh, and felt the ripples undulate the water around his legs, but unless whatever it was was so perfectly camouflaged that he couldn't see it, there was nothing in the water.

Tentatively, Joe dipped his pinkie in; if it had been some flesh-hungry translucent creature or terrible acid, he didn't find it. The pinkie evolved into two fingers, and then a whole hand, swirling through the water. Nothing. Pulling his hand out, he clutched the edge of the bathtub, staring at the ring of bubbles he'd formed. Could it have just been water, some blob caught by an air pocket or something? That's the only thing that he could think of, even though he was sure that couldn't happen; the pipes would have made a sound in that case, but they hadn't made any strange groans.

Perched on the edge of the water like a curious bird, Joe swung his right foot in. He didn't want to waste the water, and was starting to feel like he had started going paranoid. Besides, the water was at the perfect level; if he emptied it out and drew a new bath, he'd be unlikely to put in that much again. Worse, he'd probably just have a shower. When his foot didn't promptly dissolve, or get gobbled up, he followed it up with the other foot.

Standing there in the still-steaming water, Joe suddenly felt stupid. What was he worrying about? Shaking his head, Joe lowered his butt down through the bubbles. The water hadn't cooled much, and Joe tried to put the whole weird situation out of his head. Settling himself back in, he grabbed the bar of soap and started to lather up his arms.

"I should have brought my phone in," Joe thought. He didn't need music, but this bath was going to take a while, that having some tunes or a video in the background would have been cool. There was no chance he was going to get out of the tub again though, not until he was ready to get out. Swapping the bar over to the other hand, he curled his fingers up and rubbed them together, sending waves through his knuckles.

It didn't occur Joe until his arms were white and slippery that he had forgotten to wash his face. He snorted: he'd have to wash it afterwards. The "butt water", as Joe thought of any that had been trapped between his buttocks when he first sat down, had been distributed all throughout the tub from his paranoid checking for nothing. He didn't mind washing his head in water that may have come close to his buttocks, but there had been more than enough in the tub that he wouldn't reasonably have to worry about that. "Maybe I was just worried about putting my head under the water?" he thought, starting to grumble.

Even though he was annoyed with himself, Joe quickly forgot about it as he started to soap up his front. His body hair caught it, leaving strange patterns of bubbles and lines of later criss-crossing his chest. The pudgy parts of his abdomen sloshes through the water as he rubbed the soap up and down. Joe's hands started to slow, as he leaned back. Sliding the soap up and down his abdomen was apparently close enough to rubbing his crotch that he felt his cock stiffen. Not urgently, but like his junk was being gently teased by strange, wet fingers that knew all his most sensitive spots. He shifted his legs through the water, sending eddies through the bathtub. Lazy dregs of steam wafted off the hot water, and into his chest as his breathing slowed, while becoming more intense.

"Ooh!" Joe thought, his hand squeezing too hard on the bar that it squirted out of his hands, sailing down towards his feet where it swirled around. A clump of creamy soap remained in his hand, the deposit swirling around as he swirled his hands through the water. The gentle arousal had gone as far as it could, now growing more urgent. His hand moved down to touch itself; soap or no, he had to do something as his erection started making him think arousing things to justify its existence.

Joe's hand drew nearer, then paused. It really did feel like someone's hands were on his junk. He could feel something squeezing down near the base, the strange force sliding along his shaft, which dutifully started to throb in the water. Only whatever was doing this to him didn't feel like flesh; it was more like the water itself was trying to get him off. He moved a finger out to touch the strange, invisible hand. Something else quickly grabbed onto his wrist, holding his hand away.

That was enough for Joe. Sure, it was kind of fun, and it had been a while since he'd gotten any, but this was a little too weird for him. He moved to lift himself up, but now that the game was up, whatever it was that was doing this sprang into action. Another watery hand grabbed his other wrist, the two pulling his arms down to his sides. He writhed his fingers about. That was all Joe could manage: the strange hands, or whatever they were, were much stronger than him despite being made of water. At the same time, some grabbed his ankles, and a weight wrapped around his torso, pulling him down as more of the strange water, in the shape of a tentacle, wrapped around his neck.

Joe struggled against it, but this thing - this Thing, it was time to give this strange force an identity - was incredibly strong. It wasn't intent on drowning him, although it could easily do that in less than a minute; it seemed to just want to keep him still. The hand on his shaft returned to pumping it. Joe's mental arousal had gone down as he'd panicked, but the Thing squeezed a tight ring around his cock, forcing it to stay hard.

"Ngh!" Joe didn't want to open his mouth too much; the soapy water was perilously close, and it would be easy to drown himself if he wasn't careful. He tried to think of a way to escape. Calling out wouldn't help; he would have to rely on himself. His knees were reasonably free, but nothing looked close enough to that to be useful. Joe breathed on the water, feeling it ripple from the currents blasting from his nose. He couldn't think of anything that he could do like this.

It was difficult to think. Whatever this thing's intentions were with him and his dick, Joe couldn't say that it didn't feel good. The hand-job was distracting, squeezing him until his hips writhed as he tried to contain himself. A finger - no, more like a tongue - was twirling around the highly sensitive head on the tip. At parts it was thick enough to be a tongue, in others it got then enough to squirm into the slit, making his urethra sting from the soap, as well as to ooze between the head and his foreskin.

A warm spot came to rest around it then, enveloping the head of his cock. The nearest analogy Joe had was to getting sucked off, though his memory of that had grown foggy. The Thing seemed to know all of Joe's hotspots. Water-fingers started stroking over his body, finding nipples or spots in joints that made him want to yelp or twitch, then focus on them. It was almost like they wanted him to fight back, like they enjoyed the struggle.

The warm spot bobbed down again. Joe saw the water slosh around all on its own. Steam started to rise up from what should have been cooling water. The tongue flickered over his throbbing erection. Soapy water seeped in through the corners of Joe's mouth, swirling around as he tried to keep from swallowing it. The tentacle around his throat seemed to be stroking him, like someone coaxing a dog to take a pill. Joe wasn't a dog, though, and he wasn't about to swallow any of this Thing that had him trapped.

The Thing's next target seemed to be his buttocks: it shifted Joe's trapped feet to either side, trying to bend him like a pencil, as tendrils probed around the clenched opening to his hole. Joe's cock was squeezed down, keeping his throbbing erection up despite his increasing discomfort. Heat soaked into him, radiating out from his groin as its mouth reached down further than the base of his shaft; it moved through the thick bush, encompassing his fuzzy sack into its warm embrace.

Joe gurgled, saliva starting to collect in his mouth. He couldn't dare swallow now, just in case this was what it wanted: to hijack his body from the inside. However, doing so was getting harder to manage. He wasn't even sure this Thing was dangerous, but he wanted to understand what it wanted first. Whatever its intentions, it seemed to want him primed for sex. The whys and what it had to do with the way it was bending his legs were still a mystery. Did the Thing not understand humans had bones?

The question was answered a moment later, when his legs had been pushed to the limit. Joe could almost feel the bone starting to crack when several things happened in quick succession. First, the restraining force around his ankles let go. Second, two sharp tugs sent his unexpectedly freed legs flying towards his chest. Third, attached to his legs were clear, watery arms; they pulled his legs apart. The result of this was his ass was fully exposed, making way for the fourth event: the Thing grabbed him around the shoulders, pulling him towards the tap.

Joe swallowed the bath water and saliva that had been collecting in his mouth, desperately gasping for air when he expected that his head would go under any second. That didn't happen though; the tentacle around his nose comfortably above the water line. The tendrils that had been hovering around his asshole pounced, worming their way inside. The hot water sloshed inside, the soap making his rectum itch. Something large and heavy joined in with the small, strong tendrils. This bigger thing kissed up to his hole. Joe moaned, the bubbles rising up through the surface. More bath water trickled into his mouth.

The tiny tendrils set to work. Each curiously wormed their way into his hole, massaging him from the inside. Joe knew it should have felt soapy and gross, but the fluid being spread around was more oily and pleasantly warm. His sphincter twitched, the ring of muscle slowly relaxing to open him up as more and more of the wriggling, watery things penetrated him. The big one would kiss from time to time, but stayed patiently out of the way. He could feel the flesh ringing his asshole flap about as they spread their oils around inside Joe.

Something lifted Joe up. His cock cut up through the surface. The Thing could disobey normal properties of water; anywhere it had grabbed him that went past the bubbles stayed, there rippling and flowing over him like an impossible CGI creature. He heard something slide around the sides and bottom of the tub - the bar of soap, Joe realised - before his body was gently lowered back down onto the now very slippery surface.

Then the Thing's large, patient cock pushed its way inside him.

If it wasn't a cock, and only a tentacle, Joe didn't care. It slipped into him regardless, sliding along the path lubricated by the smaller growths, which quickly retracted after it had entered him, before the cock oozed in. It would sometimes slide outward, letting him get used to the feeling without ever completely evacuating, slowly working him more open. At its widest point, it was almost as large around as his wrist, and he could hardly believe his ass could stretch that much. His nostrils blasted water away from him, sucking back in more of that steam that was coming up from the turbulent surface. Joe felt it pull out, making him feel empty and hollow. In terms of strange, unexpected penetrations, Joe thought, it wasn't actually all that bad.

Then he was penetrated again.

This time, Joe's hole wasn't quite as raw and unready, so it hurt less as it pushed in again. A throbbing charge surged from deep inside him, a swollen knot of flesh that spread an odd excitement through his body. His cock shuddered; despite being ensnared, he felt the heat surge up his shaft, letting out a small explosion of pre-excited fluids. It added to the warmth as the Thing absorbed his pre-cum. As the droplets oozed out, the Thing's tiny probes grabbed onto the opening and squirmed its way in. Hardening like metal into a tube, the Thing's tainted water sloshed down the middle.

"What is it doing to me now?" Joe thought, snorting in air as the thrust drove him off the Thing's cock. He almost could have enjoyed being penetrated, if the mystery of what was doing it to him, and why, could be solved. When the Thing's cock slammed into his prostate again, the thrusts becoming more confident and forceful, more of Joe's hot pre-cum swirled up his shaft. Only this time, it burned against the shaft of water as it rose. Then it suddenly just kept oozing out. His erection had become a rig; his continually-flowing lubricant an almost never-ending gusher. Joe's hips writhed; it was very unnatural, although also incredibly intense. Feeling as though his balls and cock were about to explode, he felt his body weakening. Jaw trembling, his lips spontaneously opened.

The water that ran into Joe's mouth tasted wrong. Some of it was soapy, with the aftertaste of sweat and filth. Most of it tasted almost flesh-like, pushing against his tongue with a salty weight that seemed to ooze. He shuddered, the pleasuring of his cock growing, almost as though he was sucking it himself.

As he was now being fucked at both ends, Joe started sloshing through the water, his back sliding over the lubricating layer of soap at the bottom of the tub. The one that was in Joe's ass bounced him from one end of the tub to the other, water splashing out against the walls and onto the floor. The one in his mouth slithered further in, leaving a sticky trail as it filled his mouth.

Joe's cock got another intense squeeze. He closed his eyes; just in time, as he was pulled underneath the surface. The water cut off almost all of his senses, leaving him primed to be overloaded on the sensual touching he was receiving. His lungs started to ache. Believing that he was about to drown, Joe waited for the dark edges to crawl across his vision, or his life to flash before his eyes; whatever happened when you were about to die.

Relax.

The thought seemed so alien. Watersloshed all around him, his lungs getting weaker with every passing moment. If this thing kept up, he was going to drown. Only this Thing had encompassed him so totally, there was no escape. "Please, whatever you are, do what you want! Just don't drown me!"

Relax.

Joe's body felt like it was being reshaped like a kaleidoscope, both stretched out and filled up as the two cocks squirmed around inside him. It felt as though they were trying to meet in the centre, only to be distracted by slithering in to fill up his mouth or playing with his prostate. His cock felt like it was about to explode - after his lungs, of course - as his heart seemed to shake out of his chest. "Hallucinations," he thought, "they're just your brain going crazy from the lack of oxygen."

Finally, his lungs couldn't take it any more. He felt his lungs strain, mouths and nostrils unclenching. The cock in his mouth unleashed a load of - something - into him. His aching lungs tingled. Immediately it felt less painful to not be breathing, and he didn't pass out or die or start to choke. "Shouldn't I be choking?" he thought, as the cock squirmed farther down his throat.

The question went unanswered. The cock pounding Joe in the ass plunged in so hard that his body almost shot out of the water. His eyes rolled back in his head; it should have hurt, he thought, but it made him feel so damned good that he tossed back his head, plunging it underneath the water. His limbs felt weak as his body shuddered all over, and the steady geyser of fluids coming from his cock thickened. The water seemed to squeeze his balls, as though that would help him cum faster. The Thing gobbled it up, nearly sucking it out of him as the orgasm crashed into his head.

Joe flopped about it the water uselessly, the heat around his crotch almost boiling. He watched the Thing make it dissolve inside itself, as he grinned like an idiot, or as much as he could with his mouth stuffed completely. The squeezing on his balls grew; now it seemed as though all of the angles of attack that the Thing had on his genitals - his cock, his prostate and the squeezing of his balls - had converged. The heat and intense post-ejaculatory sensitivity in his cock seemed to both grow as his sack continued to empty.

Was this thing some kind of vampire? Some kind of... sex vampire? Joe didn't know, and didn't care. He could get used to this happening. If the water in his bathtub wanted to fuck and be fucked like this, he could get used to it. The thrusting into his ass intensified, his overstimulated prostate gushing and throbbing. The pump his cock made was out of control.

Joe had been trying to watch his ejaculate disappearing into the creature as his cock seemed to turn into a boiling rod of arousal. The white cream seemed to be abating, his balls aching from having been forcefully emptied. He watched the balls shift around, the water making them look bigger. They felt bigger; if his legs had been freed, he wouldn't have been able to let them touch the inside of his thighs. The last of it ejaculated out in a small, almost lazy gelatinous blob.

The white had been expelled; Joe learned that it was now time for the black.

This time his cock actually looked like an oil rig. Thick black ooze sprouted out; it didn't ejaculate so much as spread, covering the head of his cock with a second skin. It slithered down, ignoring his foreskin, turning it into just another groove. The oil was form-fitting and shiny, causing every vein in his body to bulge and thicken, the shine of the ooze making it look like it was continually pulsing. It certainly felt like it was pulsing continuously; Joe's heart was beating so fast that he actually felt sick.

The black, shiny ooze continued to gush out. Blobs of black split off into the water, only to be drawn towards his bare skin, clutching at bits of his shuddering cock, or the hairy, wrinkled form of his balls, or the bristle-surrounded patches of his pubic hair. He felt every thick globule shudder from inside his balls, as though it was covered in tiny hands that were pulling it up to the surface, where it erupted.

Joe's human mind had not been designed to sustain this kind of continual pleasure, nor was his body supposed to keep up with being fucked while in the water. It was addicting; he wanted - needed - more of it, almost frightened that it would suddenly go away. He reached up with his arms, not thinking that he could escape now that he was free; all he wanted to do was to grasp the cock crammed down into his throat, squeezing it and stuffing it deeper inside him. His feet, equally free, tried to reach down. He wanted that huge cock deeper inside him, making that black goo splutter out faster.

The blackness spread down, covering most of his shaft now. Every fold in the skin seemed accentuated, followed lovingly by the goo. It consumed a fair amount of his testicles as well, turning his scrotum into a smoother, more stretched version of the one that was still showing through. The patches around his cock looked mostly like splotches of paint. The hair underneath seemed to be gone, whether on his sack or his crotch, whatever was left looked to have been plucked smooth.

Joe felt a strange blowing travel through the oozing tip. Somehow something was coming in despite the gush of blackness heading out. Almost like an inflating balloon, the curves and ridges of his ooze-covered cock began to unfold. Air bubbled out of his nose, stirring up the water again as he went about milking the Thing's penises as they continued to pound him. He ached, but it didn't matter: not with his own erection seeming to unfurl from the original thick coating.

The huge cock in Joe's ass had managed to squeeze through most of his intestines. His guts felt bloated, but at any hint of queasiness it would spray his insides with the same thing the cock in the mouth had done earlier. It let him thrash about as much as he wanted, oblivious to the need for oxygen or to any pain his body should have been feeling as it was ravaged. Meanwhile, the other cock had squirmed all the way down his throat, hot, watery fluid pumping directly into his stomach.

Releasing his hands from the cock in his mouth as it ejaculated deep inside him, Joe shifted his hands down, wanting to touch the ballooning shiny black cock - his ballooning shiny black cock - and see what that goo felt like. It had seemed to be slowly solidifying into a proper second skin. With his penis fully covered, the extra black ooze spread out. His balls were quickly consumed as it filled in the missing spots on his scrotum, trailing down his taint and towards his hole. Spiderwebs of ooze fanned out in every direction from his rigid pole.

Pfht! A wet sound caused the fold of his foreskin to pop open. Joe's cock was a smooth, tapering black shaft that rose out of the water. The goo had given it extra thickness, and as he grabbed it the trickle of goo detoured, crawling over his hands as well. The tendrils seemed to sniff around, deciding which path to take, as it filled in the lines and fingerprints of his hand as he continued to stroke.

With a wet pop, Joe felt his body shudder: the Thing's huge cock detached into his ass, just in time for the black ooze to branch across water and flesh alike. A giggle shuddered through him, unable to escape his still-filled mouth. The hot watery cock throbbed and grew, seemingly intent on unfolding all of the creases in his slippery guts in spots; a moment here, a moment there. He could feel the black goo creeping in, and thinking that shuddered him into producing more.

Joe's right hand smacked down into the base of his cock, sending a shudder through his flesh. The wrinkles of his scrotum were similarly disappearing as his sack inflated. As they started to touch the sides of his freed legs, the ooze branched off. Now at least half of Joe's body had been tainted to varying degrees, with parts of him completely coated in it, while others just briefly touched for now. His genitals appeared to have been converted into a factory for this thick black goo, feeding the force that was consuming his skin. The idea of trying to stop it entered his brain; it left him feeling so anxious that he furiously pumped his cock, wanting to make more of the black goo as fast as possible.

The goo coated Joe smoothly as it started to become more adventurous and gushing out rather than simply oozing down his member. It seemed to have sentience; if it missed its body, it seemed to swim towards him, while if it landed on an already-covered spot it would travel the spreading network to a connected patch of skin that was not yet touched. It closed over Joe's asshole before dimpling inwards, stretching along the path the huge cock had taken through his guts. It criss-crossed over his hands, bending and stretching the fingernails into short, harmless claws while forming additional webbing between his fingers. Joe's smooth hairless sack bounced in the water, sloshing up and down as they churned out more of the black goo to cover him. His cock bulged out, needing to grow to spray his load farther along his body; it was already at half of the length of one arm and still growing strong. A black blob ran over his chest, smoothing down the hair and skin together; the outline of a firm six-pack started to form over the coated parts of his lower abdomen. His buttocks squeaked against the tub floor.

Inside, Joe felt like he was slowly cooking. On the fringes of the black coating he was pleasantly warm, but near the covered parts it would have felt almost too hot to touch, if they could have been touched. It seemed to boil the Thing's cock, which was slowly shrinking as it was absorbed into him. The one squirming down his throat detached as well, making a wet plop as it wriggled inside. Bath water rushed in afterwards, almost refreshing despite his body having been stewing in it. His exposed flesh was still being caressed by the invisible hands, but with a lot less urgency. One after the other, they seemed to leave, swirling along with the water that somehow kept pouring into Joe's mouth.

Squeaking along the bathtub, Joe shifted his legs, rolling his feet up towards his head. His growing smooth cock left a heavy black line running down the middle of his chest, neck and chin, before it aimed towards his mouth. Contorting with surprisingly no pain, he felt the shiny, black tip slide between his lips. Black ooze gushed out, filling his mouth before spilling out over his cheeks. Gone were the straggly hairs on his chin and around his lips; only the briefest outline of those lips could be seen. It smelled and tasted artificial, like rubber, but he couldn't be sure as it momentarily blocked up his nose and mouth.

With Joe's ass up in the air, the ooze coating his insides slipped through his passage faster. The start of contoured, artificial muscles on his chest continued. Excess ooze dribbled down his shiny chin, sending fast branches over his upper body. More abdominals appeared complete, while the midline of his chest hinted at a pair of currently non-existent, but eventually massive black shiny pectorals.

Joe felt the goo slosh around his mouth, the outer layer seeming to stretch and grow, enveloping more of his cock as it plunged into a short, thickening muzzle. It seemed to pour everywhere, inside and out. Having completely coated his tongue, teeth and the insides of his mouth, it smoothed out his uvula as it trekked down into his body. The bath water bubbled away as he felt his face burn painlessly under the advancing rubbery skin.

All of the Thing was sealed inside Joe, its watery form boiling and fusing into his body. It left him feeling strangely alone and uncomfortably empty. The black goo helped a little, but it couldn't really scratch the same itch of being fucked in his holes. He closed his eyes, letting the goo overtake his eyelids, sealing all of his senses inside. His face reshaped more, the muzzle jutting out further. It had to: his smooth cock, pumping out all the goo that his changed orbs could produce, had blown up to the length of his arm, and almost as round as his wrist the whole way down.

Joe let go of his cock; his paws didn't need to do anything now that his muzzle was on the job. Instead, he used the opportunity to quicken the spread of the goo over his chest. Without the Thing's hands rubbing his sensitive spots, his changing body felt neglected. The outline of his new muscles singed, and he moved his paws down towards his ass. Rubbing his shiny buttocks, he slipped one finger after another into the gaping void left by the Thing's huge cock, curling his hand into a penis-like shape and sliding it in, feeling the smooth uniformity of his changed rectum.

The ooze spread over his head properly; Joe's face had already been consumed and was going through some inexplicable alterations, but it was now busy erasing all traces of hair from his head by covering them. It wrapped around his ears, sealing him into himself even tighter, pulling them smaller. As his muzzle seemed to finalise, including stretching his nose into a more animal shape, the alterations moved into the rest of his skull.

As Joe sucked down one final load, he started to uncurl. It required a bit of reshuffling, and meant he was no longer fondling the spot where his prostate had been, but it meant an extra dose of goo down the centre of his chest, and he knew that that area needed some more attention. His paws worked overtime, spreading around the goo to let it grow out his pectorals and firm up his abdominals. The contours of his new muscles gleamed and glinted under the bathroom light.

Looking down at his firm, smooth, black arms, Joe grinned, showing off his black, rubbery fangs. "This is much better," he thought. Worries of work and time slipping away didn't seem important any more. All that mattered was spreading the goo all over him. And then... Joe didn't know, but that seemed like a distant problem. However, it was coming along very quickly.

As the black patches from his hands and chest connected together, Joe's brain, riding high on what felt like a never-ending orgasm, decided that he should turn over. "Otherwise, how is it going to get on my back?" Spinning in the water, he turned face down. His arms grabbed the side of the tub for leverage, and he started rubbing his cock between his slick body and the equally slick base of the bathtub.

Black spots floated in the water, gushing from Joe's cock as he humped the bottom of the tub. It floated around, collecting near a spot just above his butt. Water gushed into the hole, sloshing around inside him. The goo built up, growing heavy in the location. As the layering increased, he felt an odd tingle, as though his flesh was expanding into the completely-goo protrusion. It started to twitch, then wag from side to side as it grew and thickened.

It didn't just stick to adding to his thick, expanding tail. The black goo slimed across his back, filling in the skin that had gone wrinkly from being in the water so long. It leaked down his legs, thickening his thighs until they bulged with shiny rubber "muscles" before it overtook his knees. Some started down on his feet, where it set to work adding in the extra webbing his lengthened toes would need.

Joe's tail curled up. It was already the biggest appendage of his body, feasting on the black stuff that still poured out of the cock sliding along the bathtub; but it still grew at a healthy rate. The sides of the tub creaked as his arms, now completely covered, shook as he pulled himself up and down through the water.

His insides seemed to boil. Steam poured out of his nose and into the water, as well as from his mouth which had turned into a massive, toothy grin. His tongue flopped up and down, tasting the soapy streaks his body had left at the bottom of the tub. He didn't even think of breathing, or worry about drowning. All that mattered was to keep getting himself off, and let that black goo cover the rest of him.

At the rate that the black goo it was pumping out of him, it wasn't going to take much longer. Most of Joe's body had disappeared under the rubbery, flexible skin, and most of what was pumping out of him was adding to the thickness of his large tail. His coated feet were covered, beginning the rapid transformation into paws, filling out in some places.

"Yeah! Fuck yeah! Oooh! Fuuuuck!" Joe wasn't loud, but there was no other outlet. His black ejaculate turned into a torrent, pissing out of him. The remaining water bubbled, disappearing as steam, as the thick, black, tar-like ooze took its place. Joe disappeared underneath it as his body was finally completely covered.

Inside, Joe's remaining flesh was sealed in, and he was finally aware of everything. Like the water, the remaining bones and organs and flesh burned away, turning into more black goo as his body was completely converted. His sentience had transferred into the living ooze, which filled in the cavities left by his missing flesh. Joe's brain had not gone untouched, but he could remember who he was and who he had been. Besides, he needed the changes to be able to live in his new body.

Joe concentrated.

The mental image Joe had in his head had been rewritten. As he focused, his body took on the last shape he had had before the height of pleasure had literally turned him into a quivering, burning mass. Starting to solidify again, a black, shiny, rubbery otter-man emerged from the blackness, one thick webbed paw after the other. A muzzle pushed out, the closed eyes opening; his eyes were made of the same stuff as the rest of him, but he could somehow see with them. He watched the rest as he curled into shape: the long, sleek torso with strong, slender muscles running down. Short legs lifted him up, the goo trailing down around the foot-paws he couldn't see but could wriggle around in the rest of himself. A sticky trail slipped up his legs, spraying backwards as it rose until it reached his tail, reforming the thick rear rudder his body needed. "Of course," Joe grinned, looking down at the plump, smooth sack dangling between his legs, and the thick, heavy - but mobile - cock that rested on top of them.

The last of the black drained from the tub, and his wet, shimmering body seemed to solidify properly, the black going slightly matte. He stepped out on his two hind paws, walking over to the bathroom mirror to admire himself. Joe posed and flexed, made himself aroused and shifted his body into sexy poses. He also did a little experimenting: a temporary third eye, a cock for a tongue, arms that ended in thick dildos. "Can't wait to try out more crazy shit," he thought, turning himself back into his new normal.

Flexing his fingers, Joe went about with his usual post-bath clean-up. The shower guard was covered in water. Fortunately, his new body made this a lot of fun; pressing up against it, sucking in the droplets and giving the glass a nice buff. Reconstituting himself, he decided to polish the taps by opening up his muzzle, deep-throating it and sucking the metal clean. The tub he'd accidentally cleaned as he had orgasmed, all the dirt and soap and water turned into more Joe goo. The clean-up left him feeling aroused again, but he decided he wanted to try some more things first.

Still, he'd thought he'd actually made the bathtub cleaner than when he came in. "Looks good!" Joe said, giving his reflection a clawed thumbs up. "Hey! My voice is deeper! Heeeey!" There was a lot of stuff he was going to have to get used to being different, he realised; things that he hadn't thought of. Grinning, he shifted his body, turning some of his flesh into a form-fitting suit with some imagination; he decided to keep the tail.

Rubbing the ample bulge at the front of his pants, Joe grinned. "Let's see what trouble we can get up to."