Author’s note: This piece is intended for those 18 or older. Anyone younger than that should not read it. The piece is a dream, and thus I am not claiming that any of this happened for real, so no litigation should be in any way involved here. Other than that, hope you enjoy!
(mc, FF, MF, MFF, oral, in)
It was a summer night. Zooey Deschanel looked away from her favorite book, the pages bent greedily in her slender fingers, and glanced at the clock. It was 10 pm and she didn’t feel tired at all. She rolled her eyes at the ceiling and
wondered what she could do.
I should get a glass of water or something.
She stood up from her bed, the floral covers overflowing onto the floor as though someone had spilled rose water on her mattress. She ran her fingers over her slight breasts in their padded enclosure.
I wish I could go out like this. But if Robert’s here, I don’t want him getting any ideas.
She elected to throw on a pink bathrobe she’d gotten as a Christmas present the year before from her then-boyfriend, Ben. The material was soft and pleasant and it had smelled of bubblegum in the box. He said it was just like her. The memory made her smile. She was glad she didn’t have to stay in this house much longer.
She pushed open her door with some trepidation, its creaks and moans enough to rouse the entire house on the off chance that her sister was sleeping. She crept down the stairs, her dainty feet cupping the edges of each step. She stared at them as she walked down. The pink toenails matched the robe and, incidentally, her underwear. She hadn’t planned any of this. She kinda liked it.
Pink pink pink.
When she got into the living room she was slightly surprised to see her sister, Emily, on the couch alone. There were streaks of tears on her face, though it was obvious she’d heard Zooey coming and tried to clean herself up.
“H-hey, sis,” Zooey said. “What’s up?”
Emily had a hard time looking at her little sister. Unlike Robert. That bastard was always sneaking his eyes away to look at Zooey’s butt or breasts, staring at her at times when he thought for sure his actual girlfriend wouldn’t be looking. She loved him most of the time, so much so that she’d asked him to move in with her. But he can be such a pig, she thought.
Emily shook her head and tried to steady her voice. “N-nothing. Nothing’s…up.”
Zooey shifted her weight to her front foot. “What’s wrong, Em?”
Zooey had seen that look on her big sister’s face too many times. Why does she put up with that guy?
“Just drop it,” Emily snapped. “I don’t want to fucking talk about it right now, and besides, it’s none of your business.”
Zooey fumed, but decided not to retort. Her sister could be moody and extremely rude, and fighting only made it worse. Whatever the problem had been, she didn’t want to exacerbate it.
She speed-walked into the kitchen. She pulled a glass from a cupboard and filled it from the tap. The water in this town tastes like pure iron, she thought, but what are you gonna do?
Her stomach rumbled. Either it was the water upsetting it, or she really needed something to eat. She wandered over to the cupboard and pulled the door open. There, on the second shelf, was something she’d never seen before.
She pulled it out and set it on the old wood table which clashed with the green wallpaper. The décor of the entire house was hideous, in her and Emily’s opinion, and if they weren’t filming an episode of her sister’s stupid show on location, they could be in a nice apartment, or at the very least some hotel room. A stay at this house was a last minute “gift” from the producers for less than a week’s worth of work.
But none of that was what was concerning Zooey at that moment. Instead she was gazing into a mason jar. Not a normal mason jar; this one was huge and square, the size of a bucket. And through the glass was…she wasn’t entirely sure. At first glance it looked like milk. At second it looked like paint. At third it looked like a milkshake. But in the end she didn’t think it was any of these things. Which was probably for the best, since she was vegan. Could it be a soy product? Some kind of liquid tofu? It was off-white in color and extremely thick. It almost looked like…
She thought of asking Emily if she knew what it was, but decided a conversation at the moment was out of the question. Still, Zooey had no idea where this huge jar of white goop had come from, and she was fascinated by it. Whatever it is, she reasoned, I can just buy whoever got it some more. Throwing caution to the wind, she pried open the lid.
Immediately she was bombarded with smells, fruity and flowery and sweet and succulent all at once. Then the scents settled on one, her favorite smell of all.
“Coconut,” she whispered.
She’d never smelled anything so good in her life, and she had to see if it tasted nearly as sweet as it smelled. She slowly dipped a finger into the mess. It was surprisingly cool and refreshing, and instantly her hand tingled and her mouth watered. She brought her long finger to her lips and sucked it, savoring the flavor. She stumbled backwards. That tastes incredible! It was so good she almost fell over. It was everything she’d ever loved to eat and more, so much more. She’d never tasted anything like it.
She forgot all about her sister’s moodiness. “Emily!” she shouted.
“What?” Emily shot back.
“What is this stuff?”
“Come here! You’ve gotta try this!”
Zooey heard her sister’s exasperated sigh, but didn’t care, she had made a cup in her hands and was drinking this white goo for all she was worth.
Emily stomped into the kitchen. “What the fuck are you talking a-“
She stopped and couldn’t understand what she was seeing. Her little sister, who was normally so proper with her eating habits, was gorging herself on some slop from a jar that she’d never seen before. There was white spilled down Zooey’s chin and onto the floor as she licked at her hands like she was crazed and dove in for more. And had she loosened her robe on purpose?
“Zooey, what the fuck are you doing?” Emily snapped. “How old are you? Use a bowl or a glass or…some…thing…”
That was when she smelled it. Every wonderful scent in the world coalesced to form effulgent bursts of neurons firing off in her mind. It settled into by far her favorite smell.
“Vanilla…” she whispered.
Carefully, gingerly, she squeezed in next to her sister and put a finger into the glop. As she sucked it down, she was overwhelmed. Her head spun. Suddenly nothing in the world seemed as interesting or as important to her as whatever this stuff was. She practically pushed Zooey down as she jammed her hands into the jar and began swallowing huge gulps of this sticky white substance.
As she ate, or drank, or whatever it was she was doing, she felt the weight of the world lifted from her shoulders. She no longer gave a shit about Robert, or about the tacky house, or about her stupid show. In fact, she began to realize, nothing really mattered to her anymore. She could be content for the rest of her life funneling this white stuff into her mouth. She was so enraptured by it, she didn’t notice the smile on her face or the occasional faint giggling noises she was emitting. She was so enraptured, she didn’t notice Zooey’s eating slowing, her gaze fixing directly ahead as her hands worked on their own.
Neither of them noticed or remembered stripping naked, or rubbing the goo on their breasts or their asses or their pussies so it could be absorbed into their skin.
Eventually Emily’s pace slowed down, her eyes fixing directly ahead at the wall while her hands continued to plunge in and out of the jar, then her mouth, the jar, then her mouth, over and over. Finally she stopped, her hands at her sides, standing straight upright. And for a while, Zooey and Emily just stood there, naked, staring into space.
Zooey, being the first to finish eating, was the first to wake up. She looked at her big sister and grinned at what she saw.
Damn, she thought with a giggle, Em’s fucking sexy. Whatever that stuff is, it really did a number on her.
Reaching over, Zooey fondled her naked sister’s chest. Her lil’ boobies became big, juicy titties! She reached up and felt herself. And so did mine!
The sisters’ breasts had ballooned in their standing, eyes-wide sleep, their once modest busts now bouncing lewdly as Zooey ran her hands over them. They had to be E cups, at least.
Zooey stood behind her sis and rubbed her hands all over her bottom. And her ass is, like, fucking huge!
Zooey couldn’t stop molding and kneading the soft but firm flesh of her sister’s ass. The smooth skin was so easy to caress. She couldn’t stop staring at it. She lost herself in that ass.
For some reason, she couldn’t remember why she’d never thought of her sister this way before, the sexiness, the raw fuckability of her big sis’s soft body. She reached around and squeezed Emily’s huge tits, tugging the nipples. She couldn’t help thinking these tits would make great milk for some kids someday, though she had no idea why she thought this.
As she thrust her own swollen tits into her sister’s back, grinding her pussy into her sister’s ass, she found her mind clouded with lust, with heat.
Her left hand slithered down Emily’s belly like a snake, down to the neatly trimmed pubis. She cupped her hand over the mound, and felt a fire. She had to put that fire out, for both their sakes. She peeled apart her big sister’s throbbing lips and immediately found her clit protruding. She had no way of knowing that Emily’s clit had never been so large before, so large or so sensitive. Her fingers surrounded that nub and began to twist and twirl, massaging and pinching and flicking the button of her joy. Her right hand slid down, and she stuffed one finger into Emily’s by-now soaking pussy. She found it tighter than she had ever imagined a pussy could be, and yet it conformed to the shape of her finger, and her hand shook with pleasure such that she didn’t know a hand could feel. My finger feels like it’s actually fucking!
Something compelled her then, some need in her mind. She pulled her finger out of her sister’s pussy, leaving her other hand to toy and play as it saw fit. She stared at her right index finger, slick with juices. It reminded her of the goo. She licked it, and was amazed. It tastes like it!
Instantly, she knew she had to have more. She thought ahead enough to set the huge mason jar on the floor, then turned her spaced-out sister around and pushed her onto the table. Emily’s now-mammoth ass softened the fall as she was forced to stare at the ceiling. Zooey pulled her legs apart roughly and jammed her face into her sister’s snatch. She began to eat her older sibling out with wild abandon, her tongue and lips and nose working double time, and each lick and suckle and snort of Emily’s love garden only spurned Zooey further. This is, like, awesome! Her tongue reached depths she didn’t believe, it now twice as long as she ever remembered it being. She never thought eating out another woman, let alone her sister, could taste so fucking good.
It was all thanks to the goo. Thank you, God, she thought. Then she paused.
“No,” she said, stopping her ministrations for a moment, “thank you, Goo.”
She suddenly felt a shift in her reality as Emily’s legs clamped onto her head. Her sister was suddenly writhing in pleasure as she awoke. She giggled. “Hey, big sis! You woke up at, like, the best time ever!”
It was the Goo, she thought. The Goo woke her up because I thanked it. That was the first time she realized that the Goo was her god now, that she worshipped the Goo and couldn’t thank it enough for all It had given her. Eating out her big sis’s pussy was her first tribute to the Goo’s greatness. She hoped It would be pleased.
She felt Emily’s hand on the back of her head, shoving her back into her pussy.
“Oh, fuck, Zooey,” she screamed, “don’t fucking stop!”
Zooey was all too happy to oblige. She practically threw herself at Emily’s snatch, devouring her sweet musk which continually reminded her of the Goo’s sweet sticky goodness and mercy. Emily reached up and pinched her left nipple.
“Ohmygod,” she said, “my tits are, like, fucking huge! Awesome!”
Zooey’s tongue plumbed Emily’s depths as the older sister gripped her own tits, finding herself blissfully unable to fit either of them in one hand. She began thrusting her hips upwards into her younger sibling’s eager mouth.
She was muttering something over and over which Zooey could barely make out, but it sounded like “Fuck me with your tongue, Zooey, fuck me with your tongue, Zooey…”
Suddenly Zooey lifted her lips to Emily’s clit and sucked like it was a lollipop, her tongue darting forward and attacking it over and over, and Emily was sent over the edge. With a shriek that echoed through the old house, she squirted juices all over Zooey’s precious face, which, Zooey discovered with amazement, tasted like apples and honey and bubblegum and coconut and bananas and everything delicious and sweet in existence all at once. She never knew something so raw and erotic could be so beautiful. She could only thank the Goo in silence.
Zooey stood up and smiled at her sister and they both giggled in silly bliss. “Zooey,” Emily said, “that was, like, fucking incredible! I never knew getting my pussy licked could feel this, you know, good!”
Zooey walked over and bent down face to face with her sexy older sister. “It’s all thanks to the Goo, may It be praised,” she said.
Before Emily could ask what she meant, her sister leaned in and kissed her deeply, passionately, their tongues dancing, each reaching almost to the back of the other’s throat. She’d never experienced such a kiss before, so honestly lustful and profound, and the fact that it was her sister made it somehow all the hotter. She tasted herself on her sister’s tongue and moaned. Zooey pulled back.
“Oh my god,” Emily gasped, “is that what my pussy tastes like?”
Zooey nodded gleefully, a move which shook her titties up and down.
Emily looked her sister up and down wantonly. “Do you think…do you think your pussy tastes, like you know…like that?”
Zooey shrugged and wiggled her tits playfully. “There’s only one way to find out.”
She climbed onto the table and straddled Emily’s head. Immediately the older sister smelled it, that same aroma that had transformed her mind. She knew she wanted to taste it, to feel that love again that she’d felt before. She darted her tongue out, testing it. She found two things: Her tongue was extremely long, and her sister’s pussy tasted unbelievably good. Her head shot up and she began to lick her sister’s glorious honey pot with aplomb.
Zooey was blown away by the sensation. Sure, a few guys had tried to eat her out before, but it had never lived up to her expectations. They were all so tentative, so concerned with her needs. Not Emily. Emily was primal, lapping away like it was her reason to live, and she was really only doing it for herself, to taste that sweetness on her tongue like it was a gift. Which, to Zooey, it was.
“Ooh, fuck, Em,” she moaned. “That’s great!”
She had to pull her tits apart to see down to where Emily was busily eating her out, but the sight was more than worth the effort; she practically came just from that image alone. As she watched, Emily reached up a hand and found Zooey’s clit, and Zooey almost fell off the table from the force that rocked her body. Her clit was huge compared to what it had been before, and it felt like nothing she’d ever dreamed. She thanked the Goo and its infinite pleasure.
That’s when she realized that Emily might not have come to the same realization as she.
“Em,” she said in between moans. “I, (oooh) I was, like, thinking before, when I was eating you out. And I totally realized that instead of thanking God for all this stuff, our tits and our asses and our (ah!) clits and our tongues and who knows what else, we should (mmmm) be thanking this Goo, cuz the Goo was what made us like this. And I, like, (fuck!) decided, the Goo is like a god, you know? So I thanked the Goo, and you woke up! Don’t you see, Em? (so good!) We need to thank the Goo for everything, cuz (fffnnnnnnn!) only by its, like, mercy are we this happy. Get it?”
Emily stopped licking for a second and smiled. “Cool! I get it! Thanks Goo! Now, if you don’t mind, my pussy’s so wet I can, like, feel a puddle.”
So little Zooey fell forward, her tits pressing against her big sister’s stomach, as she licked and sucked her pussy again. The two 69’d for what felt like hours, each in blissful peace and lust and love, each giving thanks to the Goo with their tongues.
Robert ran a hand through his curly black hair as he sat in his car in the driveway, trying to gather the nerve to walk inside. He knew he shouldn’t have been such a dick earlier. Emily was being so sweet. She just wanted him to love her. And he did. He was just really bad at showing it. I guess I’m just scared, he thought. Yeah. Scared. She deserves a commitment. No more of this shit. I guess I should just apologize. What’s the worst that could happen?
Finally, he got out of his car and walked to the door. All the curtains were pulled shut on the windows. Hollywood stars in an area like this would be prime targets for paparazzi, or worse. He pressed the button for the doorbell. No one came. So he pulled open the screen and knocked on the door. No response. Maybe they were asleep. For a second he thought about just going home and coming back the next day. But he knew from experience that an angry night apart could kill a relationship. He tried the door handle. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. He stepped inside.
The lights were on in the living room but no one was there. Strange, he thought. He shut the door behind him and started to walk up the stairs.
He heard a scream from the kitchen. Whether it was Emily or Zooey, he couldn’t tell, but it sounded like one of them had gotten hurt. He rushed across the living room and around the corner. And there, staring at him, were Emily and Zooey Deschanel, completely naked, only now their tits and asses were huge, and they were wrapped up, spooning on the kitchen table with a hand in each other’s snatch and juices all over their faces, smiling at him. There was a mason jar half filled with some white gunk, which was spilled all over the table and the floor. In many ways it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. But, in a more rational way, it made no fucking sense and it disturbed the shit out of him.
“Wh…What…” he stammered.
Emily giggled in a way he’d never heard before. “Hey, Robert! You’re, like, just in time! Zooey and I were taking a break from eating each other out. A good cock is exactly what we need!”
Zooey moaned in response, either to what Emily had said or because there were two fingers in her cunt.
He was shocked. “Emily, what the fuck-“
Suddenly, a smell washed over him. It was unlike anything he’d ever smelled in his entire life. There was a chorus of foods and plants and fresh linens and candles, and there, in the middle of it, his favorite scent.
“Chocolate…” he whispered.
The girls giggled and stood next to him. They began stripping him of his clothes, and he was too mesmerized by smells to stop them. When he was naked, the girls guided him gently to lie on his back on the floor. Emily smiled wide. His five-inch cock was rock hard. It wasn’t the biggest dick in the world, but she had a feeling that could change. Right now she knew exactly what she had to do. She kissed the tip of his cock, and planted kisses down to the base. Her lips had grown pillowy and seductive, perfect for what she planned to do. Meanwhile, Zooey dragged the mason jar over and kneeled behind Robert’s head. Cupping her hand, she dipped her hand into the holy Goo and carried some to Robert’s lips.
As he drank of this mysterious fluid, Robert’s concerns were suddenly washed away. He didn’t care what Emily and Zooey did, he just wanted more of this stuff, this white goo, whatever it was. Zooey dipped her hand in the jar again and brought it out to his open mouth. He licked and sucked her hands and fingers clean. Zooey couldn’t help but giggle. He’s, like, definitely enjoying this.
Emily stopped her teasing and took his cockhead into her mouth. The flavor was musty and salty and sour. She grimaced and pulled away. Ish, she thought, how can I suck his cock when it tastes like this?
She looked at her younger sister, practically pouring the Goo into her boyfriend’s mouth. She was dabbing some onto her tits and making him lick it off. Emily giggled at the idea. That’s when it came to her: the Goo!
She stuck her right hand in the jar and drew out the substance of her adoration. Careful not to spill too much onto the floor, she drew her hand down to his dick, and then began rubbing it in, massaging it into his dickflesh, as she had done earlier to her tits and ass and pussy, though she did not remember that. She coated every millimeter of his dick with Goo and then sucked it off, the powerful flavor completely erasing the taste from before. She jammed it into the back of her mouth and sucked like a vacuum, her nose tickled by his pubes. As she moved her head up and down and swirled her tongue around his shaft, she was hit by a feeling of ecstasy. She had never felt so alive before, let alone while sucking on a man’s penis, which she had never particularly enjoyed until now. Now she had to have it. She sucked as hard as she could.
Robert was moaning, though Zooey couldn’t tell if it was from her sister’s masterful blowjob or from the deliciousness of the Goo. Now she was feeding him like a bird with her young, taking some Goo into her mouth and spitting it into his. It was hard to give up the Goo once it was in her mouth, but she knew that It had to work Its magic on Robert so he too could feel Its greatness. Plus, making out with his sister’s boyfriend was so hot. Why did I never think of this before?
She saw in his eyes that he was almost finished, almost ready to fall asleep as they had. He stared at the ceiling and his moans became more and more quiet. Emily could tell too. So she reached her hand into the jar and covered his cock again with Goo. She straddled him, sinking his dick into her pussy, and began to ride, slowly at first, then with increased fervor, her tits swinging wildly and her ass jiggling.
In the far back of Robert’s mind, he was aware of how tight Emily’s pussy had become, how it conformed to the shape of his cock and squeezed for dear life. He was amazed at how good it felt. Then, slowly, that thought faded, and all other thoughts did too, and he simply lay there, gazing ahead at the ceiling.
Zooey giggled and thought of how wonderful it would be when Robert woke up. The Goo was good to them. She licked her fingers clean and watched her sex-bomb of a sister ride a cock like it was the last she’d ever feel inside of her. With a body like that, no way will that be the last cock she gets.
Emily writhed and shook on Robert’s rigid member. She could feel it pulsing, feel the blood pumping through it. God, I fucking love my new pussy. Thank the Goo. Suddenly, she could feel the Goo working its magic. With each thrust of his cock, she could feel it growing ever so slightly. His penis was being pumped up by her cunt, little by little, and the feeling of it growing in her made Emily buck harder on top of him.
He’s gonna give me sooo many babies, she thought, though she didn’t know why she thought that.
As the minutes wore on, his cock grew and grew. Zooey had started helping Emily to get off, playing with her huge breasts, bringing a finger down to her clit. Robert’s cock got to nearly ten full inches, and Emily showed no indication of slowing down.
When Robert woke, it was with a grunt of primal pleasure as he gripped Emily’s bulbous ass. He began thrusting into her wanton body with a power that shocked all three of them. Emily looked down on her newly reborn boyfriend. His body had grown toned and muscular. But that wasn’t the last surprise she got. Suddenly, as he was getting closer to orgasm, Robert’s cock began to vibrate.
Emily shrieked with pleasure as Robert jackhammered her cunt from below.
“YES!” she screamed.
Zooey sat back and watched, both hands buried in her pussy, periodically reaching up and squeezing an erect nipple. Watching her sister fucking her boyfriend, especially after he’d been changed by the Goo, and knowing that she’d helped make this happen made her incredibly hot.
This was the start of a whole new life for her.
Finally Robert gripped Emily’s waist and thrust up, and his cock shook mightily as he shot his load into her. Emily couldn’t believe the feeling, the warm cum exploding out of him in waves, the vibrations in her pussy that rattled her whole body. She clamped down on his dick and was taken by an orgasm into blissful unconsciousness.
Robert struggled to regain his breath. That was by far the hottest and most intense sex he’d ever had in his life. Hell, that was the best thing he’d ever done. He couldn’t believe what this Goo had done to him, its power, its pleasure. He began to see it as some sort of all-mighty force, something to be worshipped and adored. He looked down at his girlfriend, her transformed body curvy and delicious and built for fucking. He couldn’t help thinking her hips would be perfect for bearing children, though he didn’t know why he’d thought that.
“Thanks to the Goo,” he heard Zooey say, and he nodded in agreement. Then he felt her hands on his chest and saw her torso hanging over him, her massive tits swaying before his eyes.
When Emily woke up, she found Zooey straddling Robert’s head as his newly transformed (also vibrating, as she would find out) tongue flicked in and out of her. Emily giggled. The Goo was good to all who accepted it into them. Suddenly, there was a whisper at the back of her mind. She didn’t know what it was. She stood up and walked into the living room. She walked over to the door under the stairs. She hadn’t opened it before. The people from the studio said the owners of the house had requested the basement be left alone. She opened it now.
The wooden stairs creaked under her increased weight but she didn’t care. The room was dark at the bottom. She couldn’t see a thing. She wandered around a seemingly endless empty space until she felt something brush her face. She grabbed it. It was a cord, possibly a light. She pulled on it and the room was illuminated. There, in the basement, were shelves full of jars of Goo. There must have been hundreds of jars, jars of different shapes and sizes, all full to the brim with Goo. She looked at one shelf. There was a large space. One of the jars had gone missing. She giggled and felt her stomach. I know where it went.
She walked up the stairs and back into the kitchen just as Zooey was coming on her new lover’s face. Emily placed a hand on her hip and stood smiling in the doorway. “So, Robert, how would you feel about moving in together now?”
He pulled away from the sweetness of Zooey’s pussy and laughed. “Absolutely, baby!”
Zooey pouted. “Can I move in with you too?”
Emily walked over and patted her on the head. “Of course, sis. We need somebody with your, like, pussy licking skills.”
She thought to what they would do now. She didn’t care what people thought of their new bodies. She didn’t care what happened to their careers. She didn’t care where they ended up in life.
All she could think about was how they would get all those jars out of the house before the owners came back. She giggled. Or maybe we should just wait for them to come home.