Stitch: Guilty Pleasure

Story by rep-souls on SoFurry

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Wrote this about a year ago, and finally have the nerve to clean it up a little and post it. This really was a writing exorcise for me, to just force myself to create something and get it some exposure. It's not good to let yourself stagnate, and its not healthy to try hide something you enjoy. Even if you are super embarrassed by it. Like me enjoying stitch far more than I should.


Jumba had been debating with himself for some time now. All his experiments had gone and found homes, but they would be the last of their kind. Maybe he would get to make a couple more experiments in his life (really who was going to stop him) but there was no one else to make his delightful abominations. No one he could trust his secrets to. So instead, he would devise a way to get his experiments to make more of themselves!

He had started to observe earth based mating habits a while ago. They were very simplistic, but efficient. combining the genes from two different parents to create a similar child. There were limitations of keeping with similar species, but that would be a negligible obstacle for his science, and the pleasure based incentives would keep his experiments breeding and evolving for ages to come.

He had experiment 626 in the lab with him. Being the experiment closest to home, he was the first pick out of little more than convenience. His ability to adapt and change to better fit his surroundings was nice, but Jumba was more than convinced that the process would work on all his experiments equally. First things first, each experiment was going to have to make a choice. He finally turned to address 626, who was chewing on his foot and spinning in the swivel chair.

"alright 626, you are far more used to these human expressions than I am" Stitch stops and looks at Jumba, his head tilted "alright 626, are you a boy or a girl?"

Stitch didn't have to think about the question, choices like this coming to him on instinct. He hopped off the chair and tore it from the floor, lifting it up over his head "stitch is a man!"

Jumba was satisfied and threw a lever to open up a capsule behind him. "good, then please step inside. Today we're going to really make you a man!"

Stitch walked at the pod confused, dropping the chair behind him carelessly. "You want to make Stitch into a human?" sniffing the glass walls experimentally, catching a whiff of something strange.

Jumba reached over and gave the experiment a firm pat on the back to encourage him inside, before throwing the lever again to seal him in. "No not at all. we're simply going to give you the gender of a man! One half of the reproductive puzzle that is to form between you and your fellow experiments."

The capsule surged with fluid, making Stitch claw at the glass from the inside, but it was sedating him quickly. He just barely recognized the feeling of his second pair of arms and his antenna extending, before he finally blacked out.

Jumba quickly set about changing Stitch's biology to account for his new addition. Jumba started with subtle high density glands to produce pheromone laden musk, something that seems oddly required by the mating ritual, which Jumba was only willing to tolerate because he could craft the scent to his choosing. The more noticeable changes came next. It was just so good to be sculpting on a body again.

He added a pair of plump reservoirs to store millions of stitch's new genetic carriers, and a new prostate to pump it all out when needed. Of course Stitch needed an extra orifice that ran deep inside him from the rear, so that his new organ could be accessed when the situation required.

Finally, Stitch needed a sizable new appendage to make sure his genetic load got planted safe and deep within a body. The shape needs to be something appealing but simple. Nothing overly complicated or stylish seemed right with Stitch's compact high efficiency body. Finally he loaded it all with sensative nerves to make sure he had ample motivation to keep himself inside his coupling partner.

Everything looked perfect, so he finally drained the tank and let the door slide open. Stitch slumped out, staggering around in the groggy daze of anesthetic. Jumba frowned at seeing his experiments' sloppy flailing motions, realizing he's in no state to thank him for the upgrade. He decided it was better to just push Stitch out the door and let him discover the changes for himself "Alright Alright enough with the stumbling. If you're feeling that woozy just go and take a nap. I guarantee you'll be feeling much better when you manage to wake yourself up."

Stitch was feeling far to dizzy to respond intelligently, mumbling something as he started shakily climbing up the outside wall of the house. Scratching and scrabbling to keep himself from sliding back down. Stitch finally made it up the window and flopped right inside. He hit the ground with a loud thud, before climbing up into bed and instantly passing out with a snore.

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It was sunrise the next day when Stitch woke up back in his two armed "incognito" mode. Everyone must've already be out of the house judging by the time. He grumbled and shook his head, feeling some of the slime from Jumba's strange experiment still stuck in his ears. He dug at it with finger, and just managed to spread it around, irritating his fur. Stitch sighed and climbed out of bed. As much as he despised the idea, he needed to bathe.

Stitch started sulking as he crossed the bedroom and flung the door open. His claws clicked against the floor as he walked down the hall. He absolutely hated washing himself. There was nothing fun about monotonously scrubbing his fur in the shallow tub. Alone and surrounded by the unpleasant smell of soap, it hardly mattered that he couldn't swim. All you have to do to take a bath is rub yourself.

He turned the corner and shuddered as he felt the cold tile under his foot pads. He didn't waste any time with ceremony, throwing a towel by the tub and getting in before he even turned the faucet. Water began pooling at his feet, but he impatiently stuck his head under the flow and began cleaning out the filth in his ears.

The fine hairs inside his ears prickled from residue left by the slime, and the more Stitch scrubbed, the more he could tell that a quick rise with water just wasn't going to cut it. He finally gave up on this being over quickly, and started looking for the soap. Still keeping his ears under the faucet, he found it over in the holder, just out of reach. He let out his extra pair of arms to nab it, reflexively holding on tight to work the soap into his ears. It gets nice and lathered up quickly with his furious scrubbing, but he slows down when he realizes something is different about his body.

Stitch quickly pushes himself under the water, rinsing off the suds covering his eyes to see what had gotten stuck to him. There's something long and floppy hanging down from between his legs, with a large soft pouch underneath it. Stitch was blown away when he realized that what he was seeing, was actually a flesh and blood part of him. He was seeing his new genitals for the first time, and the alien couldn't have been more confused.

This must have been what Jumba had done to him last night after he blacked out. His mind was trying to cope with seeing and feeling a new appendage attached to his body, figuring it must be some sort of fifth arm, or front tail. He tried to flex it, or wiggle it, but it just sat there flaccid between his legs. He grumbled and started to get upset at having such a useless new appendage. He pulled the plug on the bathtub and grumbled to himself. He was cutting bath time short, slime or not, so he could go yell at his creator.

All the soapy water went down the drain in front of him, but Stitch kept the water on so he could get the last of the soap off. It never really left, but maybe if he pushed his nose all the way up the faucet, it would blow the smell out the other side? Getting his head down to try, he froze for the second time. Despite the flowery smell coming to him from everywhere, he could catch a whiff of something else in the air. Whatever it was, it had to be powerful to reach his nose here, so it must be coming from something impressive. It didn't hurt that it was extremely pleasant, reminding him of salty peanut butter. He pushed his nose around to try and uncover the smelly culprit, but the only thing in the tub was him.

Stitch got back down to a squatting position and started to sniff his dangly bits, as he had quickly labeled them. Sure enough, the smell coming from them was powerful. Suddenly, it all made sense, Jumba had given Stitch a portable air freshener! stitch climbed out of the bath and onto the nice soft bathmat. He was in a great mood now, shaking himself dry and making his soft flesh jiggle back and forth. It was time he got down and really examined his new gift, so he flipped on his back and stared at his junk. He started rolling his hips side to side, watching how his new dick smacked against his thigh and belly. The wiggling flesh made him giggle, so silly and unpredictable as it wobbled against his fur. Not about to leave his other additions out of play time, he bent his knees and brought his feet up to bat his balls back and forth.

Stitch was really starting to appreciate the design of his new air freshener. It really did look good on him, tucked away nice and neat between his stubby legs. Stitch kept restlessly playing with his balls, while he started to take in the finer details of his flaccid manhood.

The blue hair on his body started to get short around the base of the shaft right before disappearing entirely. Smooth blue skin ran up the rest of his length ending in a wrinkly opening right at the tip. Stitch locked his gaze on the shriveled opening, He could see red colored flesh just barely hiding inside. glee surged through Stitch. For the first time since his creation, he had a new orifice that needed to be explored!

He stuck out his long flexible tongue and started licking away. He pushed his tongue down into his foreskin, finding it surprisingly stretchy and elastic. It molded around his tongue with ease, making his investigation easy and entirely pleasant. Then, as the savory taste of his member started to register in his mind, he froze. There was another sensation originating from his loins. Starting where his tongue pressed against his new dick flesh, his body felt absolutely electric!

He took both his hands and wrapped them around the shaft to flop the tip against his tongue. Stitch's toes were still curled from the earlier surge of pleasure when he started working the slimy muscle over his foreskin. He could feel the smooth loose texture shift under his attention. He could feel flesh shifted around inside that warm covering, and each experimental press got him more of that irresistible good feeling. The Pleasure only got better as Stitch started to notice a change in his manhood. It not only seemed to be growing, but pushing back against his tongue with every subsequent lick.

Stitch could sense pressure building from within his shaft, filling the sensitive thing with a fresh sensation. It was like a long countdown just started from somewhere in his crotch, and each time he touched himself, it went little faster. He let go of his firm tool to see if it was doing something underneath his hands, but was instead amazed to find his dangly bit was standing up all on its own! It was now protruding strait out of his adorable blue crotch. The veins along his shaft were thicker now, and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Stitch let out a squeal of delight as he experienced his first erection. He could feel that flesh tucked under his blue skin went all the way back to the core of his being. When he made it feel good with loving licks and touches, it made him feel good right back.

Curious as to what his penis looked like without the hood on, Stitch reached down and squeezed the tip of his member. He got a good hold on his tight foreskin, before stroking down all the way to the base. The response from his cock made his hips thrust up to meet his hand completely out of his control. It was lucky that Stitch was the only one home right now, because the moan that first stroke pushed out of his lungs was so loud it reached every corner of the house, filling it with the sound of lusty alien. Stitch closed his eyes and lost himself in the pleasure of that moment, just laying on his back and caressing his eager dick. He could feel his foreskin easily slip down his tool to expose his still mysterious flesh on every down stroke, then slip right back up to cover it in its familiar embrace on the up stroke,

After a minute or two, Stitch was finally able to overcome the pleasure that was bogging down his thoughts and open his eyes. The blue foreskin that covered his tool was indeed highly elastic, and he could pull it back into tight pile at the base with no discomfort. When he let it go, it would jump all the way back up without any assistance. Its ropey veins pumping enough blood to turn the once loose floppy sheath into a spring loaded covering. Stitch squeaked in excitement as he stuck his fingers into his foreskin and spread it as wide as it could go, making a wide O over his shaft. His sheath had all the elasticity of rubber and the soft texture of silk. It was the perfect home to keep his most cherished part safe.

Stitch could feel his heart thumping in his chest with anticipation for what was next. It was finally time for him to touch and explore the bare flesh that was his root. All that wonderful pleasure he just experienced was through the comfortable barrier of that protective skin, and now he finally felt ready to handle the surge from touching his flesh again. That countdown deep inside him had been ticking away this whole time, and stitch wasn't stopping until he found out what happened when it finished. He worked up his resolve, grabbed the tip of his foreskin again, and pulled it back all the way

There it was, Stitch's throbbing alien cock. As he had seen before, it was a deep purple only broken by subtle red veins that laced together under the surface. As blood rushed through those veins, he could see the more exotic features of his dick pulse and swell hypnotically. His penis had several pronounced folds of flesh running up the sides, making tightly packed ridges. On the underside of his shaft Stitch could feel the thick bulge of his cum tube. His fingers followed it all the way down to his base, where he pushed his fingers into the skin around his balls. His cock just kept going inside of him, disappearing behind the muscle of his thighs to go somewhere deeper into his being. There was no doubt in his mind that this was a permanent part of him now, and he loved it

His exploration started to drift back up, examining the end of his mighty member. His expressive ridges got smaller and tighter the closer to the tip they got, before vanishing below the swell of his bulbous cockhead. The head had a nice smooth texture to it, looking lustrous and glossy in the light. It was more beautiful and shiny than any treasure Stitch had ever laid eyes on, and the way it leaked a musky syrup out over his belly, far more alluring.

The clear goo was extremely fragrant, washing away the sickly sweet soap smell entirely . Stitch dipped his tongue into the growing pool of pre seed for a much anticipated taste. He fell in love with it right away, and realized that the intense flavor he got from licking his shaft earlier was just a sample from the fountain that was now his dick. Stitch couldn't imagine a more tempting looking meal, with that tight urethral opening squeezing with every heartbeat, spurting a new string of pre onto his tongue. Yet with each new spurt, Stitch realized this was just a trickle from the ocean he had inside him.

He tensed his legs and started to lick his slippery glossy head. His whole member swelled in response, more blood rushing into his flesh. It made his shaft as hard as steel, and pushed his juicy cock head closer to his mouth, like a tasty lollipop begging to be licked. It just felt so good to lick himself. Stitch was already planning to make this a daily routine. Lick and pleasure his fleshy tool as many times a day as he can stand, covering himself and everything around him in his potent musk. With how eager he was, he'd have the whole house covered in a matter of hours.

Stitch wiggled his tongue around against the very tip of his head, determined to taste all the Savory musk he could. That urethral opening flexed and squeezed under the touch of that slippery muscle, squirting a fresh glob of pre over his tongue every time. It gently teased him when it went to spurt, practically begging stitch to explore it's secret depths.

Stitch steadied himself with both hands, before probing his shiny new pleasure stick. His cock hole spread open, but not without some resistance. That tight tunnel squeezed down on his tongue, squishing the muscle small enough to fit comfortably and making his thighs spasm in pleasure. It really seemed like every part of this new appendage was crafted to make him the happiest wiggling experiment in the world! He was so overtaken with joy he had to pull out of a brief moment and give his warm cock a kiss, slithering his tongue back and forth against that sensitive cockhead before diving right back inside. He squeezed around the middle of his shaft at the same time, and was surprised to feel his tongue wiggling through the bulge of his urethral tube.

Wanting to keep his hands busy, stitch reached down and started toying with his balls, squeezing them softly and swaying them side to side. They were just so weighty and floppy, the perfect toys for him. He squeezed them back and forth, feeling sensation rush up from those orbs, and right up into his sensitive crotch. It was different than the pure electric buzz of lust that shot through him when he toyed with his cock, but It was heaven in its own way. A kind of building pleasure that made his whole body ache and squirt pre out around his tongue to plaster his fur.

Stitch paused for a moment, before giving his balls another gentle squeeze. His dick drooled another hefty load of pre that made Stitch whine in uncontained satisfaction. Feeling the base of his cock bulge slightly, Stitch quickly popped his tongue out of his member, uncorking all that bottled up precum which slopped over his front. Not wanting to see it go to waste, he puckers his lips, and starts to suck on the crown of his member, congratulated himself on discovering where his body kept all that tasty fluid. It was a system Stitch was more than happy to play in to. He would pleasure and love his fleshy tool every chance he had, and in return it would treat him to the tasty riches it keeps locked away in his balls.

The pulsing pressure that seemed to have been building within his privates was getting faster and more powerful now. Stitch noticed that when his dick pulsed, he could feel some sort of new squeezing sensation coming from under his tail. He was about to investigate, when his cock suddenly jumped in sensitivity. The sudden and almost electrical spike in sensation was all it took to drive his already lust addled mind over the edge. Stitch could feel the liquid pressure building deep inside him. He imagined a fountain of the unbelievably tasty sap spurting into his mouth, and knew he wasn't going to stop.

Stitch spread his legs, and let his ferocious desire take over. He worked the digits on his left hand over his balls, squeezing them in time with the pulsing of his cock. He could feel the sac containing those orbs contract and tense up to the base of his shaft. His right hand closed like a vise around his cock, grabbing around his sheath-skin mid way up the shaft, and jacking himself furiously. His lips sealed tight behind the bulge of his glans while he put his tongue to work. Alternating between licking furiously around the sensitive flesh and exploring the urethral bulge at the center.

Every part of his new anatomy was being pleasured to its fullest. He took quick breaths through his nose, while blood pumped through his body like he was running a marathon. A deep instinctual need to fuck and breed was being awaked for the first time, and he loved it. He pounded his own face with his tremendous natural strength, while his foot claws left deep scratches in the tile. Stitch wanted more than anything to reach these new height of pleasure. His fat dick screamed out to be brought to its first orgasm.

Unknown to Stitch, his prostate was incredibly powerful. So when his unexplored tailhole clenched tight with its first pump, he was shocked by the sudden rush of pressure in his urethral bulge. His cum hole spread wide as the force of Stitch's first ever cum shot fired into his mouth, actually pushing his face away from his tool. The force of his ejaculation was strong enough to fly into the air and plaster the ceiling. Stitch was reduced to hanging onto his pulsing shaft for dear life, trying to get his muzzle back on top to try and contain the pearly cock goo. His tongue slowly licked his spurting flesh as a fluid even more potent and flavorful than his sweet clear precum filled his muzzle. Gush after gush of hot white alien spunk filled his willing mouth and poured directly down his throat to gorge his belly. As the final weakening spurts left a trail of slime down his chin, stitch couldn't help but pat his satisfied belly. Being a man was amazing.