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A Jarring Change - Patreon Exclusive (Tg)
🕑 Added 2024-09-06 16:00:17 +0000 UTCYou awaken in a strange place, unsure as to where you are but the first thing you notice is the stench. Glancing around, you can see a large room, not large in the conventional sense but rather everything is upscaled as if you were the size of a mouse. That led to the other glaring observation, the glass wall encircling and trapping you within its bounds. This was probably the most confusing situation you've ever been in, and then you looked down.
Glancing downwards at the breasts you weren't supposed to have, you naturally began to panic, but seeing as your flesh was no longer a solid but a thick, viscous liquid, your panic escalated into full-blown hysteria. It was at least a 15-solid minute window of delirium before you were able to calm yourself down and think rationally. That horrid smell was almost familiar. Glancing down past your curvy body, you examined the puddle that took up the bottom of the jar. That's when it clicked, you were standing in cum, no, you were MADE of cum too! Somehow you had become some warped person's perception of a slime girl made of semen. That's when the giant face appeared next to your prison.
"Oh good, you're up!" Your long-time tormentor, Trevor, laughed as he picked up the jar. "Trevor you motherfucker! Turn me back this instant!" You shouted, your new voice making your threat more cute than intimidating. "Or what? What could you possibly do?" He thundered, "Listen here, you're nothing but my property now and I'll do with you what I want. Capiche?" Fear penetrated your tiny body as he began to unzip his pants, revealing his already erect cock.
He started to jerk off, using you as his private dancer by shaking your jail so you'd stumble and jiggle. He began to slow down, grunting as he unscrewed the lid and stuck his cock in. More of his seed filled the jar until it was up to your knees. To your horror, you watched as your legs began to suck some of it in, expanding your already wide hips and heavy breasts. "You like that?" He laughed as he rezipped his pants, "Every time more "material" is added, your body will adjust accordingly. Just a little gift from me to you."
Resealing the jar, he sat you on his desk before walking out of the room, leaving you to stew in the spunk that comprised your new body and the jar that you'd probably call your home forever.
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Picture by きゅれす
