Something unexpected happens

The new Charity Dawson gets up from the bed, smoothing her disheveled hair with a slap. Before she can say anything, however, a shivers thrills her back and you hear a SPLAT below her feet, meaning that another of you has just been born. Well, it has been faster than usual, but she just has to control and reabsorb it back inside; after all, you've accidentally released enough goo just this morning.

However, when she bends over to put her trousers back on, you see her getting startled about something.

-The hell?- She exclaims. Confused, you follow her glimpse to the slime next to her. Wait, why is it that color? It's not the usual crimson red, this one is in a shade of light green, plus it seems immobile. Could it be something else? Like, some sort of medical cream that Charity smears inside her pussy? No, it's not: you can distinguish little tendrils forming on its surface, only to collapse a moment later. So it's alive but... uncoordinated, maybe?

And there is something else, something you've noticed only now. You don't feel it. You don't sense that bond you're so used to, that is the same bond that links you and Charity.

You both look at each other in shock, having realized the same thing.

-No...-.

-...way.-.

You quickly kneel to pick it up, but it slips through your fingers and falls to the ground; this time, however, it starts moving towards the door, and is very rapid despite its size.

-Wait!- You scream: -Wait, don't go!-.

-Hurry up and use something!- Charity shouts instead, rummaging in her wardrobe from where she takes a large tee. Right, right, you need something to capture it; luckily you see an empty cup on Charity's desk, and you grab it.

Your companion slings on the goo, covering it with the cloth and collecting it. You extend the cup, but then it somehow slings out of the fabric and jumps on Charity's face, who spins around making it fly on the wall. You rush and trap it underneath the cup. It, she, hits the cage several times, but you hold steadily.

-Calm down, please calm down!- You beg, hoping she can hear you.

-Cindy, do you think it's her??- Charity asks, reaching you.

-It's the only thing I can-stop it I've said!!!-.

This time she does listen to you. You sigh in relief.

-Ok, good. Now I'll remove the cup and you'll ooze on my hand, all right? Don't worry, we'll fix this.-.

Charity looks at you as asking "How?", but you can't avoid this confrontation. So you do as you've told, and she surprisingly obeys. She must be scared, hell scared from all of this. Now that she's in your hand, you turn to Charity so that you can both talk to her; however, the goo shakes as you get close to the blonde girl.

-Don't be alarmed, we don't want to hurt you.-.

Don't we? You hear Charity ask. No, it's more that you've read her though. And there's something in her expression that... maybe it's better if you keep holding it.

-Is that you? Charity?- You ask. The goo simmers, you have to cup your hands together in order not to let her fall.

-Try to jolt once to say "Yes" and twice to say "No", can you do that?-.

She stops, then jerks once.

-Ok.- You nod: -So, you're Charity, right?-.

Jolt.

-And do you know what's happened to you?-.

Jolt jolt.

You watch at your Charity with a concerned expression - what now? How to act?

Maybe we should... you know, get rid of her...

You open wide your eyes.

"Don't even think about it as a joke!".

-All right.- You put her on her bed and lean over her: -Listen, try to think that...- Charity-you puts a hand on your shoulder.

-You sure?-.

-Trust me.- You answer, parading a confidence that you actually don't have.

-Try to think that you're human again. Think about your form, about... uh, her.-.

The goo doesn't flick for a moment, then it begins to inflate until, standing on the bed, there is another Charity Dawson, a distraught look on her face and all the intention to fill you with questions.

-What the fuck has just happened? Why was I... that thing? And why does she look like me?? Who are you?? What have you done to me??-.

-I'll explain you.- You raise your hands meaning no treat: -Just, don't be agitated.-.

-Of course I'm agitated! Now talk or I'll call the police!-.

-Well then, here's the thing.- Charity-you speaks, gaining all her bewildered attention: -Some days ago I found out I could become a glob of goo and possess people with it. And transform too, clearly. Up to now, I had no idea that I wasn't the only one with this power.-.

Charity stays silent, trying to process all those pieces of information.

-So you're saying I'm not really... in my body? But you're in it?-.

-Yeah...- You answer.

-What the fuck?! Why me? What have I done to you?-.

-It's not... I had ****.- You can't allow Kim or Maria to get involved in this, at least until you clear your mind.

-I needed someone like you, it's not personal or anything.-.

-Do you think this is an excuse??-.

You bow your head. She's right, you were robbing her of her life, what does it matter why?

-This is unreal. Oh God, if it wasn't for her I wouldn't believe it.- She comments, pointing at her twin. She diverts her eyes too.

Charity looks at her own hands, twisting them before her eyes.

-And isn't this flesh? You've said that I'm still that substance, but I don't feel any different.-.

-Uh...- You murmur, a bit surprised by her sudden adaptation.

-Well, you could morph into anyone else if you will.-.

She points her eyes at you, then she closes her eyelids and concentrates. Her frame trembles and readjust in a more slim body, with straight brunette hair and one extra tits size, while losing some fat on her butt. When she reopens her eyes, she pats her own face with a shocked expression.

-Holy cow! Even my voice!-.

You're incredulous too: she has just turned into your exact replica.

-But, but that's impossible! I, I, I can't believe this! Can I transform into someone else too?-.

-Yes. Well, anyone except for...-.

She changes again, and the mattress folds under her new weight. Her breasts (or your breasts) deflate as her abdomen and biceps tone up; her hair is drastically shortened, and her legs lose their slenderness and become hairy. A goatee grows on her chin, and when she opens her mouth the moan that comes out is very, well, manly.

-...men...- You complete, absolutely speechless. A guy you've never seen before is now standing on her bed, a stripped stud who is palpating himself all around. You gulp nervously, the same Charity-you (which is now the only Charity left).

-Oh God! It feels so real!- "He" groans, flaunting his biceps. Then, his and your attention falls on the more-than-dozen-centimeters member hanging between his legs. You find yourself with a dry mouth as it's quickly becoming erect.

-Maybe you should... wear some clothes...- You suggest, without being able to hide the beat of your heart pounding in your throat. He notices both of your stares and takes a little step back, even if he doesn't have much space before he finds himself with his back against the wall. You find yourself yearning for that moment.

-You have to give me back my body, you know??- He intimates, but you have the impression that two forms ago he would have been much more resolved: -Y-You're still the one that has hijacked me and is planning who-knows-what-else! Oh, Jesus, it, it hurts!- this last sentence referred to the 180° boner that is hitting her belly.

"I'd bet...".

The truth is, you can't even move right now: you're completely transfixed by that hard cock less than a meter from your face.

-Get off here instead.- Charity states: -And, and get rid of that!-.

-I don't know how! Don't get any closer!- But his protests are ignored as Charity takes a step and grabs his arm to pull him down. Only that, she stops dead. The real Charity freezes too, and you see their glances interweave, full of desire. A thought reaches you. He's not a random guy: his name is Eric, and he's Charity's old crush.

With a firm gesture, he grasps Charity by her shoulders and lifts her on the bed like a feather, encircles his arms behind her back and kisses her with passion. Charity's hands glide along his hips as she eagerly reciprocates, to finally set between his legs, where they caress his filled sacks. You observed bewitched Eric taking off her clothes and tossing them all over the room, until only their naked bodies remain wrapped around each other. The warmness inside your folds is so intense that you can barely stand up, and your clothes slowly melt into nothing so that you can grab your breasts with one hand, while the other slithers down to your pussy.

"Ah... aww...".

Eric grunts echo in the room, along with the sloppy sounds of their kisses and Charity's feminine moans. At a certain point, Eric spins around and wildly slams her on the wall, just to **** her again with even more strength. The mere sight makes you moan in pleasure, imagining yourself being banged like that and such a virile body pressing on yours. Charity frees her face from their make-out session, staring at you with eyes drunk with excitement. Oh God, oh God, you want it so deeply!!!

-Wait, ahh, wait!- She splutters, whom Eric reluctantly obeys.

-I can make you feel it even better... turn around...- He complies again, and you gasp at the staff now pointing at you. Charity's face peeks behind Eric's shoulder, it's telling you not to restrain. So you close your eyes and engulf that throbbing rod within your mouth, eliciting his loud groans. You start moving forward and backward, slowly, efficiently, recalling your experience with Kim and Tom.

-Grab her head.- She leeringly whispers to his ear: -She'll like it.-.

That's true, you like it. You like being used as a toy. You plead him with your eyes, and his strong fingers wrap your temples and yank you vehemently back and forth, fucking your mouth like a piston with its inner tube. Muffled gurgles come out from your throat since he isn't letting you breathe, his dick is so long that constantly hits your uvula. If he were to cum, he' **** you to ****, but this knowledge instead of scaring you excites you even more~

"Fuck me!!! FUCK MY MOUTH UNTIL I PASS OUT!!! OHH~~~".

Charity caresses his chest from behind and feeds with his lips, and you're discarded aside like a piece of garbage~

You regain your breath, the salty flavor of its precum still stuck to your palate. Eric and Charity have changed positions, and now she's taking your role. The expressions he's making are priceless: you realize he's not just a boy at his first time, it's his first time being a boy, and his real body itself is blowing him like a slut. But you... you are still hungry.

You crawl back to her side, planting an erotic kiss on her cheek just as she locks her eyes with his.

-O-Oh G-God why are you looking at me l-like this??- He whines, getting only a more intense glare. However, you don't plan to please yourself with a simple kiss. You slightly shift aside, placing yourself next to the base, where two delicious balls are pending all alone, demanding your affection. You gently cup them and then you softly bite one, sucking it like a lollipop.

-Ohh! Oh... fuck!!!-.

In Kim's experience, you always win them if you go for the testicles. It's something you cannot really comprehend to its full reason, but you don't care at all, it tastes so good.

-Ah!- Charity releases his cock, which swings like a spring and brushes your cheek. You chuckle in delight, then you grab it and put it back inside. Your companion, consequentially, is more than willing to take care of the other genital.

"I can feel her saliva... mmm, it's so good...~~~".

You keep going for some minutes, during which Eric moans as if he is in great distress, you almost catch him crying. You remember your first experience as a girl, after years of being male; if it's the same principle, you know how hard it feels.

Of common agreement, you decide to assert the coup de grace. You retract too and you put yourself on its side, as if you wanted to bite it lengthwise, and so do Charity. You know that if there's something hotter for a male than two girls blowing his dick or making out, is two girls blowing his dick and making out. It matters little if they are lesbian or not, indeed, if they are not it is even better. Guys' minds are so twisted ... but you love them for that.

Thus, you start to lick it while rubbing your noses together, occasionally slipping up or down to French each other.

Eric yowls like a wolf, and finally you sense an unmistakable trembling. You get in front of it quickly, just in time to be soaked with his semen that drenches your chins and bosoms.

Eric, currently collapsed on the bed, is painting livid in the face. You and Charity exchange another glance, wondering what to do now.