The Boy From Earlier

But instead of walking to the door as you had clearly intended, you simply stare at it, as if in some sort of trance. Shaking your head, a beastly sigh escapes your new predatory jaws. It must have been a remnant of the intense pleasure that was making your thoughts distant. Bringing a webbed hand in front of your shark-like face, you flex it curiously, the webbing between your fingers rubbing together, creating a squeaking sound. Flexing your webbed toes as well, your eyelids slowly droop, as if truly in a form of trance. Saliva drips from your open maw, trickling down your lower jaw.

The squeaking sounded so… hypnotic... so… arousing...

Suddenly, bright light fills the room, accompanied by a sharp gasp and the sound of a door's hinges. Still hard to think, your lust-filled gaze sluggishly looks up to see a short, almost twinkish like figure. A boy. His face flushes a bright red as his eyes drop to your flaccid latex cock, grimacing as a grey goo-like substance drips from the tip. The boy's fear-stricken expression suddenly has memories rushing back to you.

The stupid boy that had been cornered by that stupid purple wolf. The stupid boy who had deserted you, leaving you alone to fight a hopeless battle against those STUPID latex animals!

The lustful fog parted, and in its wake lay a thunderstorm filled with hate, fueled by the thought of ****.

“You, boy.” The teenager recoils at the sound of your voice, you would have flinched too if you weren't what you were. It was a guttural voice, malice almost literally dripping from its tone. The boy's instincts quickly went into effect, trying to run away from you. Your jaws open, chuckling darkly as the soles of the boy's shoes are glued to the latex soaked floor, the goo had no doubt spread outside after the door had been opened, pilling around his feet.

Not even having the will to scream, the boy was easily reduced to a fearful whimpering, unable to even shiver. Squelches echoed throughout the room as your webbed feet slapped against the goo soaked floor. A terror-filled cry slips from his lips as you suddenly lift him up which such speed his socked feet are left helplessly dangling as his shoes remain glued to the floor, the large puddle of goo hungrily consuming the pair of worthless footwear.

As if by your will, a latex grey tendril of goop rises from the floor, shuts the door, and completely binds it shut. Before you know it you've bound the boy to the same table you were bound to moments ago, bindings fashioned out of latex. You didn't even know how you had accomplished such a feat.

It was almost as if you'd always known.

“W...Wh…” A quiet sob from the boy causes you to look up at him. Controlled by so much fear he was unable to form words. A part of you almost pitied him, but why? Shaking your head, a scowl crosses your monstrous face. “You know who I am, boy.” He simply stares at you, completely dumbfounded. Suddenly, his eyes begin to water as you bore your gaze into him.

“No…” Tears fell down his cheeks as realization struck him. “You're…”

“The one you deserted.” Widened eyes stared back at you, only more confused. His head shook once again, testing your patience. He froze up as your jaws inched closer to his face until they were a hair's breadth away. Parting them, you roared in his face.

But what you didn't expect was for him to roar back. “I… I d-didn't desert y-you!” You merely scoff in reply, cupping the boy's chin between your clawed, webbed fingers. “Did you now?” He nodded his head, eyes pleading.

“I came back for you!” You stumble back at his words, suddenly clutching your head.

The thunder softens.

“Lies!” You deny, refusing to believe such a selfless action could be done by such a selfish being.

“Under that grey sludge, you're a human! You don't just put people on metal tables and melt their shoes!”

You? Human?! It was such a ludicrous thought! You lived to change others, to make them perfect! What this boy was saying was wishful thinking, the product of his selfishness, all to be excused from such inexcusable actions. Such foolishness.

Such foolishness required punishment.

A dark grin crosses your face. Moaning, you lustfully slide a webbed hand down your pecs and stomach before fondling your balls, gurgling is a response as more goo brews, ready to convert another. Grasping your cock with your free hand, you slowly walk up to the boy's bound form.

And press your own cock against the tent in his shorts, causing his face to turn to very bright red. Increasing in speed, your jaw falls open in pure lust as thick grey goo begins to trickle from your cocktip.