World4Ch Recovered IAT Thread

Dunno about the poster from 118 and 120, but honestly this isn't seeming too bad-- Obscure in parts, definetly not one-handed simul-reading stuff, but very accesible... I don't think it is going to need much change.  Hey Anonny from 118/120, if you need a   summary/re-wording, I wouldn't mind doing so. My email is my name @gmail.com

Perhaps writing a giantess scene from the viewpoint of a character tripping on homemade absinthe was not such a good idea after all. ^.^

I'll post the conclusion of the giantess scene - hopefully tonight - and move along to the chapter conclusion. If it doesn't turn people on, I can also axe or revise for the first draft.

 Dee's got one more orgasm in him and one more fetish to experience (liquid latex, Galatea style) before he can rest (for a bit) before he goes back to the SRU store.

Poor guy.

great story

...and *that*, my friends, is the real reason Lime is dangerous.

Very nice.

Now I'm a little worried.  Is this a foreshadowing of her losing her sanity?  Are they going to fuck so much that she melts into nothing?  Sexy, but percarious.  I'm on the edge of my seat.  Good work man!

Just coming into this story at this point. From earlier posts it looks like you still have some of that "Man I suck, all these people are just being nice" thing that plauges all artists going. Ditch it, this is on of the most awesome and best writin stories I have ever read, including published novels, and I conservatively estimate, backed up by my friends, that I read something like250-300 books a year, and lets not even talk about stories. Keep up the good work, man!

[continues from post 133]

"Oh, I dunno," Galatea murmured. A single, strong wave rolled through her as she performed a liquid about-face, rocking up from reclining on her back with her head against the far wall to resting on her tummy and facing the near wall, feet kicked up in the air, forearms pressed up under plumping breasts. Her color deepened with the luster of green gold. A stab of hair extended into a tendril to tap on the media server's keyboard. A lush, droning bass and sensuous beat started up. "I think it's a blast."

"That thing still works?" Dee said, incredulous.

"Mm?" Galatea cupped a cherubic cheek with her palm and tipped her head toward Dee, bumping her ankles together, her dreamy gaze roaming up and down his wiry, naked frame. From the speakers, someone crooned about the blood of Eden, but Dee felt transfixed by her gem-fire eyes and could not pay much attention.

"I," Dee started. "I'd've thought all my computer stuff would've fried in all the, you know, excitement."

Galatea ran a chilled finger serpentine down Dee's chest, making him shiver. "Dee, I just wanted to *claim* you, devour you whole, to make *you* feel the way you'd made *me* feel. To lock you away deep inside me and keep you cumming and cumming until there was nothing left of you." Her frozen fingertip snaked down his abdomen, traced up the shaft of his cock and batted gently on its head. "But I didn't want to piss you off.  I kept your boy-toys safe." The tendril of hair drifted down onto the surge protector, her ice-cold finger pressed into the slit of his dick. "Besides, I'm non-conductive."

A brief, weak electric current shot through her finger and Dee whooped.

"Unless I want to be," Galatea added, her eyes following his heaving chest, stroking his cock again. "Any more questions?"

"Yes," Dee gulped, stepping back, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.

Galatea sighed, pattered on her forearms to face him square. Resting on her stomach, arms propped under her breasts, she lightly pressed her head against him, nose-to-nose, her tits squeezing around his elbows. Icy, citrus-perfumed breath washed over him. "You want to question this?" she clucked.

Dee stood on tip-toe to kiss her forehead, lips sticking in the cold. "No," he said, "but I want to understand how such an incredible thing is happening to *me*, even if only just a little."

"Guys never accept that some things just *happen*, do they?" Galatea said, her chilly lips bussing Dee's belly as she spoke. "Go on, then, but make it quick. I'm warming up fast."

"How come there's so much of you right now? What happened to the three Ds?"

"The three Ds *are* what happened. The nanomek needs the three Ds to replicate, and I burn the nanomek to do stuff like, well, *this*." Galatea's hand shot out behind him. "God," she groaned, "I *love* this *ass*."

Her palm easily trapped both cheeks. Her neck arched up and her hand pushed in, and Galatea drove Dee's cock deep between her tits. Dee grabbed her about the shoulders as his knees buckled. Her cleavage was tight, frosty, and sleek against him.

With agonizing deliberation, the firm icy grip on his ass began to pump his dick in and up then down and out. All Dee could do was wrap his trembling arms around her tree-trunk neck, bury his head in her hair, and endure the most outrageous tit-fuck in history.

She turned her head into his and squashed her gelid lips around his ear. "And when you came inside me," she murmured, never stopping her slow pumping, "so deep inside me, it didn't just drive *me* crazy, it drove *them* crazy and they just drove me *more* crazy. Think of it, Dee," she breathed, pumping him in with every pause. "Millions of me. *Billions* of me. Crying out for you. Wanting you more. And more. And more."

Dee felt the first lightening-strike of an impending, monstrous orgasm, but Galatea just pulled him out and plunked him down on his butt. Spasms of denied release shocked over him.

"Well," Galatea puffed, scraping her hands together as if rubbing away chalk dust. "I'm glad we took this time to chat. Do you have any more questions, or shall we fuck now?"

Dee snarled and punched the polished hardwood floor. It splintered into fissures around his fist. He blinked, upraising his hand to inspect his knuckles. They weren't even bruised.

"*That's* my boy," said Galatea.

Jeez, Dee's not getting that damage deposit back, is he?

Wow. Simply... wow. Well done.

Nice cliffhanger there!

Also i think you found back your "right" words, being wonderfully descriptive without people going like "uh, wha? i need to read it again *slowly*" :-D

very nice!

[continues from post # 141]

He rolled onto his back. A plate-sized crater of shattered wood scarred the floor. His fist had punched straight through the hardwood to crack one of the struts below. Galatea tiptoed into his field of vision, wringing her hands. A deep rent ran the length of her chest, mint jelly gouged with a hot spoon. As he watched, the wound began to well and seal. The features of her face were indistinct but slowly reforming. "You … didn't want it?" she asked, sounding befuddled.

"I *did* want it." He sat up, reaching out to still her twisting hands. "That's why I let it happen for too long. It's my fault, Galatea, not yours. If you don't choose to forgive me, I'll understand."

Her face slowly came into focus, eyes closed. It did not look the same. "You … fought back?"

"I had to," Dee said. "I realized I couldn't bear to be so, so *selfish*. I wanted to be with you."

The wound in her chest smoothed over and vanished. There was no X on her breast. No longer wearing the cherubic mask of a girl-child, the elegant lines of her face now traced the visage of a woman grown. Her brow crinkled in confusion, eyes still shut, and Dee's heart ached for the beauty of it. "But you … refused me," she said.

"No," Dee said, standing up. She was only a few feet taller than him now. "Not now, not ever. Galatea, look at me, *please.*"

She did not open her eyes. "I don't understand."

How could he explain it? "It's just. I just. I couldn't." Tears burned his cheeks. "I didn't want to leave you all alone, that's all. I'm sorry."

She turned her back to him and stepped away. She squeezed a fist to her chest, as if trying to hold back a sob or a scream. She swept out her other arm, hand curled in a downward claw. Her fingers tapered into points, lancing down at odd angles to puncture the remaining bags of ice. A pulsation within her gel signaled an exchange of heat conducting down her fingers and using the ice like a heat-sink. She pivoted to face him, her burning, dark emerald gaze as incandescent as a full Moon. "That's the hottest thing I've ever heard in my entire fucking life," she said, scooping a curling X so deep into the rise of her left breast it bled inner nectar. "If we don't make love, right now, I'll probably go nuclear and take out the whole damn neighborhood with me.  It's *time*."

Steam screamed from the ice.

"It's time," Dee agreed, wiping some tears away. "But let's skip the kiss me/drink me/eat me routine for now. It's hot as Hell, but it hasn't worked out so well so far."

Galatea leaned close, sure and quick, and tugged his hand away from his face. "One bit did work really well for me, though," she said, pushing his tear-stained fingers to her lips, her mouth cool but not cold. "Mm."

Dee reached around her back with his other arm and held her close, pressing his forehead in into the hollow below her arm, the roundness of her breast soothing against his cheek. "I love you," he sighed.

Galatea melted into his embrace, kissed away his remaining tears, and moaned her need into his mouth. Dee broke the kiss to glance down. "I think Mine loves you too," he said.

"Shut up," she breathed, pushing on his shoulders, "and lie down. Just lie down."

Dee bent at the knee, his tight hug sliding to nestle around her waist, planting a row of lightning-quick kisses down her side as he went. "Dee, please," she said, pushing at his shoulders as he orbited her waist with kisses, droplets of green honey pattering down from her hair and lips. "Just lie down."

But Dee and his errant mouth had not yet found what it sought . "Dee, *please*," Galatea begged, "just lie dow–Wow, oh, just don't stop!"

He found it, and settled in for a while. Galatea was still so tall Dee had to sit up on his knees and grab handfuls of her ass to tongue her sex. Her mulled honey ran down his throat and rained down from above. Radiant heat blossomed around his tongue and chin. The air grew redolent with the dizzying citrus-and-sex fragrance of Galatea's pussy. She clapped her hands down over his and plunged Dee's fingers deep into the juicy gel of her ass. "Rip me," she growled, "rake me."

Dee clawed and cleaved through the rich syrup of her innermost flesh, his oral assault on her sex unrelenting. Fat gobbets of her fluid rolled down his elbows and chest. Dee became so lost in the moment he bit down hard on his own finger when it came through her oozy sex from the other side. Galatea gurgled once — "Oh, God, Dee" — sounding more like a siphoning drain than a voice. Her knees buckled, puddled, and then her whole body cascaded down over him.

For a moment Dee was sliding on his back across the floor, awash with thick, formless green goo, but a six foot tall version of Galatea swirled into solidity above him and slammed her mouth down onto his. More green gel swooped under and around Dee like a living cape, hugging him tight to Galatea's voluptuous curves. "Enough fucking foreplay," Galatea cried. "Take me! Now!"

Galatea grabbed Dee's hard cock with an unseen hand and impaled herself upon it. "Yes!" Galatea exulted, grinding atop him. "Yes! Thank you *God*! Yes! More! Mo—Wha? Oh, shit!"

In a single, sinuous motion, Dee pushed up off the floor with his arms and kicked up with his feet, setting a sine wave rollicking through her syrupy substance. He rode the wave like a master bodysurfer, flipped her over, and rolled on top of her. Galatea swiveled her head left and right, eyes wide. "What? How did—what?"

The ferocity of Dee's excitement closed his throat, but he managed to grunt as he rode her, watching her shock and excitement build and build with each thrust: "I was … never … drowning … learning … how to … *swim*."
 
Galatea's screams echoed over the entire apartment complex and set car alarms squealing for miles around.

Duuuuuuuuude... that, was, awesome!

Wow. Just plain wow.
Entirely speechless past that, really...

Wow, after feedback like that, there's one way to go -- and that's down -- so let's get this thing started!

This post is the denouement I mentioned earlier. More of the mystery of Galatea's sex drive is revealed, albeit in a very clinical way, perhaps too clinical; I'm not sure if Galatea's exposition will make it into the first draft, or whether it should just drive the story behind-the-scenes, as it has been doing so far.

I'm also including the coda, a classic cornball "a challenger approaches!" bit, in a second post, wherein a villain is revealed. Hopefully, it's funny in a stupid way, not stupid in a funny way.

Here goes!

[continues from post #142]

***

Grey pre-dawn light filtered through the green batter caked on the bedroom window. "I think," Dee panted, and rolled over, making the green lake around him slosh. Lying on his back on the floor, the green stuff was deep enough to gurgle around his ears. The citrus-and-sex smell was so pervasive it was part of his olfactory background now. "I think," he tried again. "I think I'm finally done. Maybe."

"Oh God, oh God," said Galatea, lying next to him.

Dee goosed the head of his flagging dick, and got that *Don’t-Touch-Me!* afterglow sensation he always got after orgasm. Well, used to always get. "Yeah, I'm spent. Sorry."

Galatea, glazed eyes lost to the heavens, was apparently still in communion with a higher power. "Oh God, oh God," she said.

The waterlogged, empty box of lime Jell-O floated by.

"Hey," said Dee, reaching out to caress her shoulder.  Overestimating how much resistance her weakened surface tension now provided, his hand slipped right through her shoulder and deep into her breast, making her gyrate and mewl and chew her lip. "Oh, shit, sorry," Dee said, withdrawing. A huge gob of nectar gummed his hand. He scraped it off over her chest, making sure every dribble seeped back into her. "Hey," he tried again, "you okay?"

"So much," Galatea gulped, "you came – I came – you *made* me cum – so much, so much…"

"What about the nanomek?" Dee asked, imagining a fifty foot Galatea rampaging through midtown—and promptly filing the image under his mental Things-To-Do list.  "What are they going to do with all of my, well, you know…"

Her laugh was weary. "Cum, Dee," she said, "all your cum. Why can't you say 'cum'?"

Dee felt his face flush.

"Dee," she said, exasperated, "you just spent the past four hours fucking me to death, non-fucking-stop. Don't you *dare* to pretend your feeling *modest* … and lose the shit-eating grin, too."

"Okay, okay," Dee groused. "Cum. *My* cum. There. So what's the nanomek going to do with all my cum?"

Galatea inhaled, and there was an inrush of fluid around Dee as she siphoned some of the lake around them. She shimmied, trying to hold it in, but she hiccupped and it rushed back out. "Still too weak," she sighed. "Look around you Dee. That's cum. *My* cum. Don't worry about the nanomek. I was burning nanomek like crazy just to *keep* *up* *with* *you*. Didn't you notice? You didn't just make me wet, you made me *boil*."

"Alright," said Dee, laughing. "You made your point. No more false modesty."

 "But—"

"So are you going to be okay?" Dee interrupted. "Do you need more gelatin, water, semen, or something?"

Galatea rubbed a hand over her pubis mons. The weak surface tension of her gel could not keep the two parts of her body separate, her hand becoming nothing more than a hand-shaped ripple running over her sex. "The nanomek always holds a little energy and some of your cum – maybe a milliliter or two — in reserve, out of instinct or something like that, to keep me … cohesive, I guess is the best word. I can feel them replicating now." The hand-ripple moved faster. "Mm, I love that feeling; all those little nanogasms."

"*Nano*-gasms? You mean nanoscopic *orgasm*?"

"Mmm, *thousands* of 'em." Galatea purred for a moment, and then gasped, "Now *millions*. You’re a computer nerd, Dee, work it out: One sperm makes one nanomek replication. One replication gives me one nanogasm and produces two more nanomek — at least two, more if you really get 'em turned on — which combined with three more sperm gives me three more nanogasms and produces six more nanomek, which gives me nine more nanogasms and … well, after a few minutes of that I'll be back in shape, and hot and horny as Hell. Literally. And that's been going on inside me *all* *the* *time* since we started screwing, thanks to you and your insane sperm count, over 110 million per, I'd say. And climbing."

Dee stared at the ceiling. It was stained green. "Nanogasms," he repeated.

"Yeah," said Galatea, "I just made that up. Isn't it cute? It's probably already on the Internet, though. Everything else is."

"Technobabble takes the romance and mystery out of everything," Dee grumbled.

[Holy crap, this one's a three-poster. I didn't know I wrote so much without any explicit sex in it. Sorry]

[Oh, this is the coda, continued from post #149]

***

The man in the black T-shirt listened to the noises above: a quick series of muffled thumps, followed by yelp, a heavy thud accompanying a shower of plaster dust, and then a slow, rhythmic squeak of something heavy being dragged back across a floor in a series of long, strong jerks. "Christ, now what?" he said, making his way across the floor, careful not to slip in the lumps of wet plaster, tiptoeing around the minefield of half-full bowls, pots, pans, and cups.

Blinking and bleary, he yanked up the shade and threw open the window to greet the rosy fingers of dawn. "Does the bastard ever sleep?" he muttered, grabbing the broom propped up against the windowsill.

He had broken off the head of the broom hours ago; damn thing was useless against wet plaster anyway. The grey sphere of a web camera about the size of a child's fist surmounted the broom handle, held fast with a complex weaving of silver duct-tape. The camera's black, cyclopean eye made the whole contraption look like a robotic eyestalk from an alien invasion saddled by a shoestring budget. He fed the USB extension computer cable into the back of the web camera and hoisted it out the window, alternating between glaring at the shaky images being sent to the computer screen and reconnoitering with his head out in the open air. It was getting harder and harder to find a good, clear spot in the second-story window directly above his. "There we go," he grunted, manhandling the eyestalk into position and lashing it to the window frame with strips of duct-tape torn from the roll with his teeth.

He hustled back to his computer, knocking over a coffee mug on the floor in the process. "Fuck!" said the man in the black T-shirt, watching green water zigzag out of the mug. "No, No!" The citrine stuff dribbled up the wall like a candle melting in reverse. "Don't go back to him!" It ran to the middle of the ceiling and disappeared up the jagged crack of ruined plaster. "Don't go back to him you bitch!"

But there was nothing he could do, as usual. He'd even tried freezing the stuff, only to be awoken at one o'clock in the morning by the clatter of ice cubes smashing themselves against the front door of the apartment, trying to get out, trying to get back to *him*.

The man in the black T-shirt's bedroom filled with clanks and splashes as the metal and ceramic containers on the floor began, once again, filling up with green raindrops leaking through the crumbling ceiling of his first-floor apartment. There was nothing he could do, except sit at the computer, adjust the web camera's setting to get a good live video feed, open a tube of hand lotion, unzip his fly, and bang away like mad on his dick. He had been reduced to an electronic peeping Tom, watching his upstairs neighbor get screwed six ways to Sunday in the middle of an all-goo-girl orgy.

"I fucking hate you, Dee," said Bee.
***

=3 feelin' fine and flyin' high!

this is one female fan you aint about to loose any time soon!

>>153

*giggles* That's rich ^^

>>150

Oh! Oh! I get it! /dee and /bee!

*took about two hours*

>>156
>>157

.... XD Dee Rules Bee! >D


POST MORE SOON OBLIMO!

>>159
... I smell a 4chan series!

>>159
Fuck, I JUST NOW got it reading that.

Hmm. Where else can this go? Ai'ch, the man who is enraged by anything involving less than or more than one japanese female? Emm, a girl secretly a cyborg with a wide range of parts? Uwe, the girl who screams at the sight of anything that might suggest the presence of men?

>>162
The real trick is coming up with a name for which "Bee" would be Bee's preferred nickname. Right now (in the notes) his birth name is "Beavis," and he started insisting people call him "Bee" back in the early 1990s, for reasons that should be obvious. :)

>>165
Cecil can be shorted to Cee.

[This post continues the revision started in post 167. It does NOT continue the story! Rather, it is a proposed replacement for post # 117. What do you think?]

The succubus had reached the tall delta of Galatea's mound. She turned to shoot Dee a parting glare, but her cruel and angry smile melted into a melancholy grin. "See you real soon, solid boy," she said, and dove between the folds of Galatea's sex. She had wriggled in only up to her shoulders when she liquefied under the heat and was siphoned in.

Dee chose to freak out. "I think," Dee squawked, "I think I'm having a bad trip."

Venus laid a cool palm on his brow. "I'm here," she said.

A moment after the succubus disappeared, Galatea's chest heaved. She mashed her pussy with both hands. "Dee," she groaned, "I was just putting you on. You give *awesome* head."

He turned to the green fairy. "Share memories? Reassimilate? What are you, the Borg or something?"

The green fairy shook her head. "At a time like this, you still think about Star Trek?"

With a sudden downwash of air, Galatea loomed close. "Did he polish you off?" she asked the green fairy.

The green fairy glanced down, cupped her breasts and the healthy curve of her pot belly. "No," she said, "he drank a lot, but I—Whoop!" Galatea plucked the green fairy up by the legs, reared back, and dangled the fairy upside down over her mouth. "O-okay," the green fairy stuttered, "okay, just—" The green fairy burst into giggles when Galatea sloped her wide tongue across her breasts. "Wait a minute," the green fairy stammered, "that really tickles."

"I'm not a group mind," Venus said, moving to block his view of Galatea lapping and ladling at the green fairy's breast. "I'm an individual," she continued, raising her voice over the green fairy's shrieks of laughter, "with an individual consciousness spread over a group, not a group consciousness spread over many individuals."

"You're the Trekker, not me, if you can come up with some bullshit like that," he told her, but it made sense, especially after almost a pint of refined absinthe on an empty stomach. "So you're her," Dee said, looking at the giant Galatea.

"Yes."

He returned Venus' soft gaze. "And she's you."

"Yes."

Dee grinned. "Then I trust you both."

The green fairy's laughter died down, and Venus, long hair whipping in wind, turned to glare up at the titaness. "I don't," she said.

Galatea's fist plummeted down, suspending the green fairy in the air an arm's length away. The green fairy's wings poked out between two of Galatea's fingers. "Dee," the green fairy gulped, "make me wet. Please. Just once, before I'm gone. I want you to touch me when I'm just *me*, when I'm on the outside."

Dee began "How should I…" but stopped, reached out, and then hesitated. As gently as he could, he grazed four fingers around the edge of a fragile wing and brushed across its gossamer face. This time, the green fairy's laughter was deep, throaty, and exultant. Green honey streamed out around Galatea's fingers. "So … solid," the green fairy sighed as Galatea wrenched her away.

Dee frowned, turning to Venus. "You don't trust yourself?"

Above him, the green fairy shouted, "Drink me now, you bitch! I got what I wanted."

Venus watched Galatea suckle on the green fairy's runny legs. "The three of us split off back in the kitchen," Venus said. "Lilith, la Fée Verte and me, I mean." Seeing Dee's confusion, Venus added, "The chick with the fangs and the tramp with the wings? I’ll show you them on the Internet later if you want — if there is a later for either of us. Anyway, I split off back in the kitchen, so I can't tell what the rest of me is thinking, but I can guess. And I don't want it to happen."

"Why?"

Galatea drew the green fairy back out of her mouth. There was very little of her left, a lozenge down to its last lick. "Is that the best you can do, bitch?" the green fairy said, her voice weak but unafraid.

"Because *that* part of me doesn't know something that *this* part of me knows," Venus said, glaring up again.

"Doesn't know what?" Dee said.

Galatea popped the green fairy in and swallowed her down. She reached out wide to run her hands along imaginary wings. "Oh, that did feel good," she said, "definitely worth the wait."

"Doesn't know what?" Dee said again, but Galatea dropped close, and boomed, "Come little sister."

Venus stood on the mattress to face the titaness. "'If human beings are not drowned,'" asked Venus to Galatea, as if reciting from a book, "'can they live forever? Do they never die as we do here in the sea?'"

Galatea's face crinkled in confusion. "'Yes,'" she replied, also speaking as if conducting a ritual recitation. "'They must also die, and their term of life is even shorter than ours, but when we cease to exist here we only become the foam on the surface of the water, and we have not even a grave down here of those we love.'"

"'So I shall die,'" recited the jade Venus, turning back to face Dee, her eyes bright and sad, "'and as the foam of the sea I shall be driven about never again to hear the music of the waves, or to see the pretty flowers nor the red sun…'"

Venus raised her supple arms high above her head and entwined her hands, back-to-back, palms outward, in one single, fluid motion.

"Wait," Dee said, his heart in his mouth, his vision blurring. He scrambled to reach out to her, the absinthe in his system and the glop all over the bed making every movement unsure and flailing.

"…Nor know the taste of your tears," Venus said, her fingers dissolving into foam, floating up and lost among the crashing surf surrounding them. "I love you, Dee."

"Wait!" He finally found his balance and rose to his feet.

Venus evaporated into foam that unfurled out into the wind, and was gone.
***

Yeah, this definetly seems like it would be more accesible then the previous version... Not bad at all, you do good self-revision for having written this so recently, I usually can't revise my own stuff for weeks...

I caught wind of this from /d/.
I've started, reading beginning to end over the last 4 and a half hours (11pm to 3:30am) and I'm utterly spent to the nineth degree.

I think you've stumbled onto something quite amazing.

Whether it's a market demograph unappealed to, sheer talent and realization of a dream or something deeper, I really don't know, but I'll say this:

If you're willing to keep writing, I'm willing to keep rubbing your ego.
If you're willing to get published, I'm willing to pay.

OH GOD IT'S DELETING

NOOOOOOOO

lol. So when do we get moar?

>>174
I'll repost and rehost, whatever it takes. This is too much fucking *fun*.

>>176
Soon, hopefully tonight or tomorrow morning. I like the Missus to give a section the once-over before posting

>>177
Ain't it, though? ^.^

I make no claim to the occupants of Building # 4 of The Channel Apartments, other than Dee and Galatea, and then only as far as the confines of this particular story. Fic is fluid.

Oh, and Bee, if you please. That man's fate is sealed. 

Here's the next post! The story of Dee's desperate quest to actually get out of the apartment continues. It's 900+ words, although it's only a partial-post rather than a full section. I wanted to post something after all that great feedback. Gotta maintain my feedback-slut reputation.

I would post more, but I wound up writing 2000 words worth of Strawberry-Banana's intro and SRU scene rather than the stuff Dee goes through to get there.

***

[story continues from post #150]

Dee examined his profile in the bathroom mirror. It was hard to be sure through the grimy crust accumulated over three days worth of nonstop, sweaty sex with an amorphous, amorous, dangerous, nymphomaniac dessert foodstuff, but he had to ask. "Galatea," he called, "do I look any different to you?"

"Say what now?" she called back from the bedroom.

He traced a few fingers over the line of his jaw and pushed up his cheek. "Do I look any different to you?"

"I've only known you for three days. Dee," she added, petulant, "come back to bed."

Dee performed the unflattering half-twist everyone makes when failing to catch a glimpse of their own butt. "We broke the bed this morning when you tried to tie me to the bedframe," he said, twisting the other way.

He heard a sighing, slurping noise. "Oh, I've *made* you a bed," Galatea said, her voice so smoky it gave him goose-bumps. "Come here and let momma tuck you in *nice* and *tight*."

"I'm serious," Dee said, "I mean, all my zits are gone, for instance. Even that big one that just seemed to move around on my ass for the past five years."

"Will the wonders of nookie never cease.  C'mon, let's have s'more before it gets a chance to grow back."

Dee struck a few silent poses. He scratched his head, his hair a calcified mass overdosed on green hair gel.

Galatea huffed in frustration. Dee heard a loud slosh and then the patter of dainty feet. "Alright, then, what do you think is different?"

"I'm not sure. I think I look sort of 'streamlined,' maybe?" He shrugged wide, surprised to see the muscles in his mirror-imaged arms and shoulders bunching. He had been getting a Hell of a workout lately, he admitted to himself. "Maybe I lost weight? I mean, I haven't eaten anything but, well, you, for a while now."

Galatea stood, stark naked, her back pressed against the bathroom doorframe. She slid down the frame like a pole dancer, bending at the knees, rolling her fingers through her hair, head swaying, hips rocking. "'Doesn't just taste good—it's good for you too!'" she baby-talk mocked. She pressed her palms to the floor between her legs and sat like a cat. "You look like you've always looked to me," she said, her voice tender. "I don't see any difference. Honestly." She gave him a sly upward glance. "But the view from here is mag-fucking-nificient."

"All this attention is making me feel self-conscious, and I must be coming off as really self-absorbed. I'm sorry," Dee said, smiling. "I'm sure it's nothing."

"Think of it this way," asked Galatea, standing tall. "Is your dick any bigger?"

Dee panicked. He looked down. "No," he sighed, relaxing.

Galatea whirled around and threw her hands in the air. "Then who cares?" she said, marching back into the bedroom.

She grinned wide at the sound of Dee's laughter and leaned back in to wink at him in the mirror. "You coming? You really oughta give my new bed trick a shot. A money shot, I mean. Maybe a dozen."

"Definitely," said Dee, "but please, later. If I go to bed now I'm sure I won't come up for air until midnight—"

"At the very least, bright boy."

"—And I really want to get to SRU today, and it's already, what, eleven o'clock?" Dee plucked a purple bathing scrubber out from beneath the sink and tossed it into the tub. "After today I've only got one more day of bereavement leave and then I've gotta get back to work."

"You've got two other grandparents, two parents, and a sister yet to kill," Galatea said, "I'm going to keep you locked in here for a fucking *month*."

Dee unwrapped a new bar of soap. "You know that won’t work."

"I know," Galatea sighed, "but I'll think of something! What are you doing in there anyway?"

Dee's hand froze above the shower tap. Had he really not been in the bathroom in three days? "Got to get clean," he grunted, twirling the tap. "Got to go back to SRU," he said, pulling the mildewed, plain plastic shower curtain across the tub to avoid the freezing first jet of water. "Got to figure out what the fuck is going on."

Galatea pelted into the bathroom, her rubbery feet squeaking on the cheap linoleum floor as she came to a juddering halt. She started to bounce and clap her hands. With her elasticity and curves, it was like watching an Orion slave girl porn starlet jumping on a trampoline in slow motion. "Shower scene! Shower scene!" she sang after each bounce.

Dee, a mere mortal, ogled the spectacle for a good, long while before remembering what language he spoke. "Galatea," he said, "we can't. You're water soluble."

"Nuh-uh," she scolded, reaching a hand into the showering spray. "I'm water absorbent."

Her breasts fluxed and filled out two extra cup sizes. "How big you want 'em?" she asked, turning her back to the shower to give her burgeoning bust some room and sticking both hands under the water. "Just say 'when.' Oh, you're just going to stand there with your mouth open? Well then step back because it's going to get awful crowded in here. You might get tucked into my bed trick after all. And then momma's gunna tuck and tuck and, mm, *tuck* until she tuckers you out. And then she'll just keep on tucking. That's what happens to naughty boys when they say no to momma—"

Man, just when I think I've got you figured out you throw a MONTY PYTHON reference in here.

Galatea does need to be taken down a few pegs. I mean, she can't be converting the water to nanomek that fast. He should poke a hole in her.

You've done things with the slimegirl that I hadn't thought of.
This is an uber winrar.

The only thing that I might have used that you didn't would be consuming and partial controlling, having someone control you from the inside to an extent. It would be hard to use that though.


Keep up the great work~

Brilliant stuff!  Lime was always my fave...

This next section, after some of my usual cornball romance, becomes very different. Kinky as all get out, I hope, but pretty darn different. And after 25,000 words of slime-girl sex, I think that's saying something.

Enjoy and/or please tell my why you don't if you didn't!

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[continues from post # 180]

"Enough games," Dee demanded, hurling the bar of soap into the sink. It smashed into perfumed shards.

Galatea tried to cross her arms but settled on drumming her fingers atop her glutted tits, lips compressed into a grouchy moue. "You take all the fun out of having a sex slave," she said. She pried her fingers between her breasts and peered down. "Can you see my bellybutton? I can't." Pushed corset-tight by water pressure, her cleavage only gave about an inch before springing shut over her nose. "I can't even see my feet," she said, voice nasal and plugged.

Dee grinned, exasperated and world-weary. "A minute more under the shower and no one would be able to see your feet. Honey, I love your games, but I—hey, what's wrong, honey?"

Her gaze glistened. "You never called me that before."

"What, you mean 'honey?' You don't like it?"

"I…love it."

He stepped close and took her hand. The top points of her hair tickled under his chin. "But it's such a little thing."

"Not to me."

The tips of his fingers kissed the curve of her hip. "I have an inner vocabulary when I think of you. Do you want to hear it?"

"I…I'm not sure," she whispered.

"Nectar, jade," he said, stealing quick kisses from her trembling mouth, "Ocean, emerald, wine." Galatea's tears ran free. "Darkling, thunder," Dee said, kissing, "fire, river, rain."

"But more than anything," he said, and cradled her face in his hands. "Honey," he said, and kissed her deep. "Honey," he said again and she threw her arms around him and crushed her lips to his, sobbing into his mouth. "Honey," he whispered, and held her tight until the shaking stopped.

"You know," she sniffled, "this would be so much more romantic if…"

"You're breasts weren't shoved up my armpits," Dee said.

She nodded, adding "…and if you didn't smell like ass."

Dee snagged a shard of soap from the sink. "I think the stupid shower is finally warming up," he said, watching steam rise.

Galatea leaned close, sniffing. "Hey," she said, "that smells damn good. Wuzzat?"

"Homemade castile soap, olive oil and cream tallow and stuff.  Don't look at me like that, the goth girl who makes the absinthe in her bathtub made it for me…Now don't you start looking at me like that, either. Ursula isn't interested in guys like me. Little Miss U isn't interested in guys, period."

"Hmf," Galatea grumped, hugging herself to Dee's chest. A moment later she perked up. "Let's get you cleaned up." She maneuvered Dee over to the toilet, checked the lid was closed, and pushed him down. "You sit here."

"Okay," said Dee, curious.

She skipped over to the tub and turned off the tap. "What's—" Dee started, but was struck dumb by the gleaming emerald smile Galatea threw over her shoulder. "You just sit right there," she said.

She stood straight, and inhaled deeply, her furled fingers tracing a circle around her tummy. A strong fluxion in her fluidic gel pulled water down from her chest into her abdomen. An inner waterfall transformed her from a pornographic titty queen to a beatific gravid maiden in a matter of moments. She ran her hands over her taut, round belly. She hummed in thought.

"It does *not* make you look fat," Dee marveled.

She bedazzled him with that starry smile again. She swayed close, plucked the shard of soap, now warm and molded, from Dee's hand. "Thank you," she chirped, and popped it in her mouth.

"What's—" Dee tried again, but Galatea shushed him, and a soap bubble burst against his chin.

Galatea rummaged through the sink, feasting on select slabs and crumbles of soap. She collected the few slivers that remained into a little pile and vigorously poked them down the drain. "Pfft. Ursula. Hmf," she grumped again.

"Now," she said, whirling back to face him, hands clasped to chest, her smile beguiling. "Gimme fever."

Dee moved in to kiss her, but she said, "That would taste pretty soapy right now."

Dee met her gaze for a moment. He pushed her chin up and scraped his parted mouth down the entire length of her graceful neck and across to her shoulder blade in one, slow, warm, breathy exhalation. He sat back, coming away with a swath of runny green icing from his nose to his chin. "You mean something like that?"

"Yeah," she gulped, eyes closed, chewing hard on her lip. "Something — ah — something like that, yeah."

She stepped back, her ample belly blooming into turquoise like milk swirling into green tea. The curious color spread until her entire substance turned an opaque, pale jade. "Now," she panted, "come close to me." Dee did as he was bid. "Yes. Good. Stand right there. Give me your hands."

She cupped his hands together, palms up, and positioned them level with his chest. "Hold them just like that," she said, stepping back. He felt supplicant and embarrassed until she bent down, kissed his fingertips, and blew cool, citrus-perfumed air over his palms.  His hands started to tingle and the citrus bouquet grew very strong. Galatea stepped back, eyes shining.

His hands had been filled with creamy pale jade foam. "Wow," Dee said.

"How does it smell?" Galatea asked, biting her thumb.

Dee shut his eyes to concentrate on the aroma. "Soothing. An orchard of citrus trees in blossom." He smiled. "I bet this is what really expensive spas smell like."

Dee felt her step close and push his hands up onto his chest. "How does it *feel*?" she cooed, moving his hands over his skin gentle arcs, spreading the stuff around, before pulling his hands away again.

"Oh, God," Dee said, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving. "Uh. Tingly—no, stupid word, not strong enough. Electric. Searing. But gentle, all at once. Like—" He gasped as he felt her finger trace a thread of the foam down his abdomen. "Like dozens of nibbling little lightening kisses. No. Hundreds. Thousands. I, I can’t describe—"

"Shh," whispered Galatea, gathering up his hands. "Those," she said, kissing his fingertips again, "are nanogasms."

She blew cool, citrus-perfumed air over his palms. They started to tingle again. She pushed his hands back toward him, this time massaging the sensuous foam in his stomach. He nearly doubled over from the carnal thrill it drove into him. He still could not open his eyes. "You're…you're not covering me in my own, uh…"

"No," Galatea purred. He heard her exhale through puckered lips for a long moment. "I'm covering *you* …" she said, and a pair of hands smeared foam down his thighs. Dee groaned and fell to his knees. While her hands worked their creamy way toward his groin, another pair of hands started slathering even more across his back, making him arch and bark, senses running wild. "… in *me*."

Galatea was working foam into his hair and down his neck when Dee cried, "I can't—"

"Yes you can."

"No, I can't take it!" He fell to all fours as a dozen foamy hands rove over his feet, his arms, his ass. For some reason they really liked playing with his ass.

"Yes you can!" Galatea smoothed the foam gently around his face. "You're about to experience what the female orgasm feels like, Dee." Her many hands gently pushed him down and rolled him onto his back. "That's all." She massaged it deep into his calves, the pits under his arms, and between his toes. "If any man could take it, it would be you. You can do it. I love you. I love you. Okay. It's time. Here we go."

Galatea blew cool, citrus-perfumed air over his dick, and Dee flew mad.

>>190


.... you fucking tease!

Just beautiful... This is probably the piece to have turned me on more then anythnig written yet, and that says a LOT.

You want moar? You got moar.

I was initially thinking of doing a fade out after "Dee flew mad" to the bit in the bathtub that starts about 1/2 way through this post, but based on the comments, I thought that rounding out the scene might be necessary. Let me know what you think!

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[story continues from post # 190]

Dee flailed, every muscle jittery with wave after wave of tension and release, his cream-covered body slapping and slopping the floor with foam. Galatea coddled his cock, kneading the jade elixir deep into his very most sensitive skin. "What does it feel like, Dee?" she asked, and blew, heaping his lap with more sizzling foam. She rolled and folded it over his balls, her hands slipping up his shaft and down into the crack of his ass. Dee could only groan. "Talk to me, baby," she said, blowing and working in more cream, "even just a little. Tell me how it feels," she said, and blew.

"Flying," he managed, "flying. It really is just like…"

Dee could say no more for a few minutes, as she blew and salved every inch of him with more and more cream. "It's," he said, his eyes flickering open. "It's not stopping."

Galatea lay down and cuddled up against his side, sleeking herself with foam. "It hasn't happened yet," she said, her chin on his shoulder. "You're still plateauing, baby."

"Oh my God," Dee said, his laughter warm. "How long does it last?"

"That depends," Galatea said. Her hand skated down his stomach and settled over his raging dick. "How long do ya wannit?"

"I don't think I can take much more."

"Mm." Galatea slid atop him, her breasts sandwiched in cream against his chest, her knee pushing his slippery erection into his stomach. "You got it, baby," she said, spreading her legs over him. She scooted down and guided him into her, frictionless as silk.

Galatea glided on a thick layer of cream. "Cum in me," she said, humping faster, "cum in me, baby." Each upstroke slicked a heavy breast across his face, a cream-covered nipple popping in and out of his mouth. "Cum for momma. Come on. That's it. Yeah, you're doing it." She pivoted against him, sitting up. "I can feel it coming."

She grabbed his hands and clamped them on her tits. "Let is happen, baby, there's nothing you can do." She rocked her hips in topsy-turvy circles, keeping pace with Dee's racing pulse. "Momma's gunna make you cum. Momma loves to make her baby cum. Momma always — ah." Dee's violent shaking suddenly stopped.

"Ooh, good baby," Galatea said. "Baby's giving so much cum to mommy." She let his hands fall to the floor where they pawed feebly at the tile. "Baby's got so much cum for mommy." Her rocking slowed, lingering on each arching upstroke. "Yes. There. Baby's filling momma up to bursting. Such a — mm — good baby," she said. Her downward thrusts grew faster, harder, each agonizing upstroke lasting longer and longer.

"But momma wants more … Nuh-uh," Galatea fussed, shaking her head, treating Dee's dick like a piston buried deep within her pumping hips. "Stay hard for mommy. Momma knows her baby has more. Baby has much more cum to give, and momma wants it all. Momma's gunna take it all, there isn't anything baby can do to stop it. Oh, baby's gotten so hard again. Oh, oh! Baby's cumming so fast! Mm, and so much more than last time, too. Was baby holding back from mommy? I bet he was. Naughty baby. Is baby holding back now? I bet he is. Oh, look, baby's so tired he can barely move a muscle … but momma's got him hard again. Momma knew he was holding back. Baby should know better. Momma's *never* gunna stop. Not until she—gets—what—she—*wants*."

***

Dee guessed the plastic, battery powered clock hanging sideways on the bathroom wall read one o'clock. Or maybe two. The jade foam dripping from the clock face made it hard to read.

Galatea flattened herself out a bit to fit into the tub behind him. Dee tried to pop the stopper in the tub's drain but it zipped out of his cream-coated fingers and skittered out into the hallway. "Don't bother," Galatea said, rubbing Dee down with the purple bathing scrubber. "I've got enough of the three Ds in me right now to sink a battleship, so a little nanomek down the drain is no big loss. Besides, it almost always finds its way home." She blew cool air against his back and rolls of the soapy, jade cream poured over his shoulders and filled the tub. "Can you handle it?"

Dee hugged his knees, feeling countless nanogasms coursing through him. "Yes, it's wonderful." He leaned back and stole a kiss. "Thank you. You gave me an incredible gift. Thank you, thank you."

Galatea just smiled, humming tunelessly, and scrubbed him down. "I wish I could go with you," she said after a while. "To go out in broad daylight and be seen with you, I mean. I want everyone to see us together—especially that Ursula bitch."

Dee laughed. "Speaking of U, I need to remember to pay her back for all that absinthe. Wait a minute." He turned to face her. "Food coloring," he said.

"Huh?"

"You wanted to go out and be seen," Dee said, "U's got to have some food coloring in her apartment. Maybe we can—"

"Hey, yeah," said Galatea. "Why didn't I think of that. RGB, right? I've got the G, I just need some R and B."

"I don't think it works that way…"

"Shut up," Galatea said. "And you, move your lazy ass!"

"What—" Dee began, but startled when the background nanogasms suddenly vanished. The jade foam boiled out of the bathtub and onto the floor, leaving Dee spotless and squeaky clean from head to toe. The foam whisked up fluffed out and a willowy, ghostly Galatea rose above him, an abstract apparition sculpted from curling arabesques of cloud and cream.

"I'm going, I'm going," the apparition said, its wispy voice little more than a crackle of bursting bubbles. It wafted down the hallway. "I'll get it."

Dee shook his head, and called after it. "Don't forget to leave Ursula some money! My wallet's in my pants, wherever they wound up."

"Okay!" it bubbled back.

Galatea slipped sideways around him, pancake flat, and filled out to sit in his lap. She grinned like a cat.

"I can see through you again," Dee said. "As much as I ever could, which wasn't really all that much was it?"

She just grinned at him, as translucent as green glass.

"Was it—that is, were you—aware and awake this whole time?"

"Yes!" she said, bouncing. "Covering every scrumptious, solid inch of you." She cupped Dee's face, kissed him, and pinched his cheek. "Getting into every pore. Giving you all those nanogasms." She drubbed merrily on his chest with her fists. "Oh my God, I can't wait to remember it. It must have been *awesome*."

"It was," the apparition said, drifting back in through the door, a handful of colorful plastic vials suspended in the core of her vaporous body. Dee thought it looked much less substantial. "But getting these was a real pain in the ass. Thank God Ursula leaves her window cracked open. And the gardening crew almost saw me. And I almost blew away in the wind. And I nearly burned all my nanomek just carrying these things around." The vials dropped through her to the floor.

"And I couldn't give a shit," said Galatea, leaping out of the tub. "I can't wait any longer." She knelt beside the apparition, eyes closed, mouth open, and tongue peeking out over her bottom lip like a shameless Catholic schoolgirl awaiting a communion wafer from a really cute priest.

The apparition pressed her spectral sex around Galatea's tongue. Galatea ate her out and then ate her way in. "Why does this always make me so freaky-hot?" Dee asked.

"Because you’re a freak," Galatea said, sucking on the apparition's left breast from the inside-out. The apparition soon disappeared down Galatea's gullet. "C'mon, c'mon," she muttered. "Fuck, I'm too excited to concentrate. Wait. Oh. Oh my." She unraveled in long, coiling curlicues, the daggers of her hair leading the way.

"Galatea?" Dee said.

The green curlicues sewed themselves back up and Galatea was lying face down on the floor, her disheveled hair curtaining her head. "I think I'm just going to lie here for a while, Dee, if that's okay," she said, hushed and muffled.