Talk to Gorgall

“Well, things certainly have not grown more civilized while I was out of commission.”

Gorgall’s voice inside his head causes Duncan to jump in surprise. With everything that he had just witnessed, he had all but forgotten that the G’mere was occupying his body.

“Be quiet!” whispered Duncan. “MacTavish is still in here.”

“You may be an incredibly sexy fucking machine, but you are obviously a little daft, aren’t you?” responded Gorgall. “No one can hear me but you. I’m inside of you, remember?”

“Well, at least be quiet and let me think,” said Duncan.

“As you wish,” replied Gorgall, in a bored voice.

As Duncan thinks, a black silk strip of cloth materializes, tied in a knot around his waist. One of the dangling ends of the cloth reaches between Duncan’s legs, wraps itself around his penis, and begins to stroke it.

Duncan looks down in astonishment. “What are you doing? I’m trying to think!”

“Thinking is way overrated, if you ask me,” said Gorgall, continuing its task. “Besides, I’m so hungry after the ordeal of escaping that prison.”

“There’s no time for that,” said Duncan, attempting in vain to unwrap the cloth from his cock. “This is an emergency.”

“If I don’t feed soon, it will be a real emergency,” said Gorgall. “In case you have forgotten, I’m a part of you now, and if I starve, then you go, too.”

“We can deal with that later. First, we have to get out of here. If only they hadn’t taken my clothes.”

“Say no more, dear boy,” responded Gorgall. The silk strip began to grow, and before Duncan’s eyes it expanded and encompassed his entire body, it then billowed out, changed colors, and when it stabilized, Duncan was fully dressed.

“That’s amazing!” said Duncan. “I’m wearing you?”

“Indeed,” said Gorgall, obviously pleased with itself. “There are advantages to this arrangement, you know. And it doesn’t stop with clothing....”

As Gorgall spoke, Duncan saw the clothing again begin to change. It became the color of his flesh and then shrunk to be skin-tight. Next, Duncan felt it alternately grow and shrink in different parts of his body. When it was finished, he looked down at himself.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Turn around and look at yourself in the mirror,” said Gorgall.

Duncan looked, and to his amazement, he saw someone else looking back at him. He put his hand to his face and saw the mirrored reflection place a larger hand to an unshaven face.

“You changed my body!” said Duncan.

“I told you I was good. Actually, your body is unchanged; it’s just me covering the outside of you. See... I have a good hold on every part of you.”

Duncan gasped as he felt something on his cock. He looked down and could see nothing, aside from the fact that he was becoming erect. It felt, though, as if someone was giving him an expert blowjob.

“What is happening?” he asked, feeling this was somehow indecent, but not quite wanting the sensation to stop.

“Well, I would explain the science,” said Gorgall, “but I was raised to believe it is rude to speak with your mouth full.”

Duncan felt unsure what to do. The sensation of getting head was so powerful, and he felt as if he should be running his fingers through someone’s hair, guiding her head back and forth, but even as he looked at the unfamiliar form in the mirror, all he could see was the single figure with an ever-growing hardon.

A cough from another part of the room reminded him of MacTavish’s presence.

“There is no time for his, Gorgall.”

“For once, I agree with you,” responded the creature. “I have no desire to confront MacTavish again — at least, not in this weakened state. We must leave. You know the palace better than I do; what should we do?”