SPAcE

(set:$o to 1)(set:$tShud to(transition-arrive:"dissolve")+(transition-time:3s))\ ====><==== $tShud[[Wake up|Intro]] {(if: $Saves is 1)[\ (link: "Load game")[(load-game:"Slot A")]\ ]} ====><==== Empty space. Current version: 0.6 (Raptor) [[CREDITS]]

(if:$infirst is 1)[(if:$info is 1)[(display:"Info")[(display:"header-save")(display:"place")**○**](click-replace:"○")[(set:$info to 0)]]\ \ \ \(if:$info is 0)[**•**(click-replace:"•")[(set:$info to 1)(display:"Info") (display:"header-save") (display:"place")(set:$info to 0)]]] \(if:$o is 1)[(replace:?sidebar)[(link-undo:"Return") ]](display:"TimCheck")

The ship loudly groans, something hits the hull hard on the side, causing a gash to hiss loudly as oxygen begins to seep from it. Your lids lull open, caught in the half-way point between consciousness and lack from it. You can only lazily fix your view on the, very fastly approaching, gargantuan ship you appear to be heading into. Your focus shifts to the transparent screen overlaying it. =><= (text-style:"blink")[**|WARNING| |AUTOPILOT OVERRIDE|**] <== Shit. [[Next|Ship]]

The impact sounds soft to you, but it definitely doesn't feel it. You're shoved forwards in your clear-amber liquid, it taking most of the force of the impact against the now cracked door. You see as your pill-shaped vessel spears through a broken thruster, and into a spanning, panel-filled chamber. You have the quick wit to grab at the handles above the door for stability, and it diminishes the impact. As smokes and sparks settle, you clear your vision and can see the door to your ship, rocketed towards the back of the room and partially embedded into a wall. The sounds of a slowly building fire behind you put you a bit more clear-headed, but the cryosleep bed isn't helping. You push yourself out with all of your might, feeling your suit clinging to it. You have no choice, you tug at the zipper and let it fall in the metallic coffin, your naked form rolling out of the slowly forming pyre. Frozen metal touches your skin, causing you to wince as you get back up. The ship groans and creaks before being jettisoned out of the room. You bring both hands out as you feel the pressure immediately tug at you into oblivion, endless space visible to your naked eyes in but a second. The mothership's auto-repair kicks in faster than you can fall, and the quick-setting foam bounces you away and back onto cold steel. [[Next|Ship1]] (if:$d is 1)[ [[Test]] ]

Musk toggle (live:1s)[((if:$musk is 0)[OFF](if:$musk is 1)[ON])|(click:"Musk toggle")[(if:$musk is 0)[(set:$musk to 1)](else:)[(set:$musk to 0)]]Scat toggle ((if:$filth is 0)[OFF)](if:$filth is 1)[ON) (Forces Musk Auto-on)(set:$musk to 1)](click:"Scat toggle")[(if:$filth is 0)[(set:$filth to 1)](else:)[(set:$filth to 0)]]]

You take a breather, composing yourself after the rude awakening, still a bit sore from your tumble, as well as the rough, cold exterior against your birthday suit. There's still some amber-colored goo clinging to your hair. (display:"Ship2")

(set:$infirst to 1) [[1]](Hud test for dev work)

(live:1s)[(if:$info is 0)[(text-style:"fade-in-out")[^ MENU INTERFACE]](if:$info is 1)[(stop:)]] [[Hud Disable]]

This large hall is very clearly a commander's room. The low blue emergency lights cast shadows on the many control panels, dials and screens. A spanning window covers the entire front, and wraps around the right side, displaying both the endless expanse of space, as well as the front of the ship; Across from which you can see the second commanding room, quite a ways away. Unlike the darkened chamber you're in, that room looks lit up. You can see the door leading to the captain's quarters, as well as a door on the South that will lead you out and into the halls. (if:$ComAl is 1)[A sloppy mess of drool lays on the ground, surrounding a pair of baggy jeans and a white plain shirt.] [[Captain's quarters|capq]] [[Out|Ship3]]

(unless:(history:)contains "capq")[You stumble towards the room, still a bit dazed from your previous experiences, and find the door to be open.] The well adorned, albeit aged room is small yet efficient. A desk with a dusty laptop sits in front of a small bunk with several drawers beneath. The bedding looks roughed up and missing its sheets, and a disected lamp lays on the ground, apparently stripped of all its components. A small shower sits on the back, along with a wardrobe. (if:$clothes is 0)[ Take a shower](if:$chip is 0)[ Check laptop] [[Return|Ship2]] (click-replace:"Take a shower")[You sigh as you feel warm water wash away the idle remnants of the cryosleep mixture off your skin, as well as some of the tension. Coming out, you examine the clothes of the wardrobe and find a rather well-fitting, sleek captain outfit. It's a nice white/silver base with deep blue on the joints. Looks armored, but it really isn't, still keeping up with the spandex-like design choice that your people seem to have adopted. You put on the one-piece. (set:$clothes to 1)](click-replace:"Check laptop")[You prop the laptop up and hit the power button. Surprisingly, it turns on, though it takes a while to get past the startup. The computer appears to be wiped, save for a few protocols to seal the captain's door, as well as a light signalling something in the chip port. Override the doors(click-replace:"Override the doors")[You examine the interface, tap the command center, and get a green blip. As you unlock the doors, you also see the chip on the side of the laptop slide out on its own. You recognize this, it's one of the many augmented reality chips higher-ups had. It could possibly mean that it would allow you to unlock other doors within the ship! Put it on(click-replace:"Put it on")[(display:"ruse")]]]

(if: $clothes or $chip is 0)[A green, horizontal laser scans up and down your body, before turning red. Seems you're not allowed to pass through. ####Use the "Return" function *sparingly* to back out of dead ends. Overusing it is not recommended. ] (else:)[The door slides open.(unless: (history:) contains "Hall")[ And you flinch as immediately behind, a dark brown, 7ft. tall creature stands right in front of the door. You begin backing away, and look up at the beast, certainly made of brown, leathery skin, yet its strange, lumbering body is alien to you. The eyeless, noseless beast appears to look through you with its massive, egg-shaped expanse of a maw, opening it to reveal a black, wide tongue that flickers in the air, trying to taste something in it. Steaming drool runs down the cavernous mouth as it takes a few steps forwards. Towards you. $ber["Don't get yourself eaten so easily, please."] [[Stand completely still|Alien]] [[Slowly move around it|Aliout]]](else:)[ (display:"Hall")]]

Searing pain shoots through your temple as you put the chip on, but only for a moment. The pain subsides and is replaced with a strange warmth flowing through your body. The screen before you flickers before showing a video feed: A grey-feathered avian male looking through you, a light smirk across his face as a black-furred monstrosity of a bull leans from behind, both staring at the screen. The bird speaks first, his voice buttery and regal. $ber["There we go. Nice and snug. Welcome aboard..."] He looks up and down through the camera, sizing you up. $ber["(if:$clothes is 1)[...Captain.](else:)[...Little one.] You should probably be aware that that which you just put in your temple will allow you to reach, well."] He splays his arms out, leaning back in his chair $ber["...Me."] You feel the warmth of the chip finally subside, as it settles within your dome. $ber["You see, I was originally going to put you right into this room, but I eventually figured that that would be a terrible idea for everyone involved, so you're in the secondary commander room! Consider yourself... First mate. Of sorts. If you want to go home, you know where to find me, after all, you've lived your whole life in this ship, no? If you're confused, just... ask the local populace~"] He trails off on that sentence with a sharp grin, propping two talons on the desk, and waving you goodbye with them.(set:$chip to 1) The screen then turns off.

Darkness overtakes the grey, silent halls leading West, and East. The only light emanates from the low glow coming from your suit, keeping you from being blind at least. There's a door North labeled to be the Commander's room. [[West|Hall-W]] (Communications and Mall) [[East|Hall-E]] (Gunner Deck) [[Commander's room|Ship2]]

You see the uneven, stumbling movements of the beast as you back yourself against the wide table in the middle of the room and stand stock still. The alien takes a temptative step, whipping his drooling head left and right, the eerie gurgles of its own saliva creeping you the hell out. The next steps puts a smooth, dark-brown stomach right next to your face, pushing onto your head, at which point the beast whips his head to face you, flecking slobber across your hair. You try dodging away, but a long, wiry-fingered hand grabs you from the throat, lifting you up. You struggle, hands clasping at your restraints as the creature lifts you up at "eye"-sight. You fight for oxygen, watching as the strange alien cocks its head, its tongue running across your face as another hand grabs at your abdomen. You wince as you're lifted up higher, and see the entire head part ways to reveal a gaping, sopping maw of pure black, saliva bubbling around the opening; You get this view for all of two seconds, as you're shoved into it within moments. Head, Shoulders, hips. The only thing stopping your flash descent being your feet getting caught on the rim of the immense maw, but a thick tongue pulls them within, sending you towards a goopy, ill-fitting chamber. It pulls you tight, then stretches, then tightens once more. You groan as your slimy floor hardens, the loud plap of a gut landing on the commander's table audible to even you. $ber["Wow, that was fast. Although, what was I expecting, bringing a meek human onto this ship?"] Consciousness wanes, Your struggles are near impossible to get out, as the slick, gurgling stomach presses and stretches you out, kneading you like putty. The hot confines quickly send you off into the clutches of this gurgling, stretching chamber. $ber["Gotta hand it to you for feeding yourself to the first thing you saw, was a good wank for me. Ooh man, if you could see yourself digesting from the external cameras, what a show..."] --- The alien lets out a massive, echoing **BUUUUUURRRRRRPP**, the base causing the nearby equipment to rattle from the vibrations alone. It then plucks an elongated arm down its wet throat, retrieving a white and blue captain's outfit, as well as a near pint of slobber both bridging the throat and the suit as well as crashing down on his propped-up, gurgling gut. It lets the sopping suit plap down on the ground next to them, giving the now still stomach a forceful grope, smushing it down to confirm its suspicions: The organ is forgiving to the long hand, nothing but mush within. The beast simply pulls back and lumbers away from the chamber. $ber["Have fun being some gross critter's gut padding for the rest of your life, cause I know I had my fun."] =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1RKWqbeP3F9ePGOZJxvJgsGM82SifnnPa" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }>

You silently dart to the side, watching the creature lumber forwards with uncanny, uneven movements, its long arms flopping as it lurches forth. You sigh as you hit the screen on the other side, sealing the room behind you. Very faint thumping can be heard from the other side. An image flashes across the screen: (text-style:"Blink")[ |UNKNOWN LIFEFORM|ACTIVATE PURGE?|] (set:$ComAl to 1) Hit the button?(click-replace:"Hit the button?")[The chamber hisses for a moment, and you hear the thud of the sturdy metallic door tested as you feel the vacuum very gently tugging you. A faint, high pitched creak lasts but for a minute, before the tablet goes green once more, and the door opens. (set:$ComAl to 0)] [[Continue|Hall]]

(set:$infirst to 0) [[2]]

WOaw

You reach a curve, heading both South and East [[East|Hall]] (Main Commander's room) [[South|HallS-W]] (Mall connector)

(if:$key is not 1)[The door leading further east past the hallway remains locked, though you can see bright light trickling in a vertical curtain through the middle of the sliding doors.](if:$key is 1)[*Beep!* The door slides open... revealing another door, with the small difference of two light pillars on the sides, illuminating both you and this hallway. The door doesn't have a card reader, chip reader, or lock. It just has a keyboard. [[Try to unlock the door|GunnerDoor]]] [[Leave|Hall]]

(if:$woom is 0)[Heading down the dark corridor, you spot an oversized, pink oblong shape sticking out of a side door, looking your way for a moment. You focus on this dark form, noticing as the thing cocks its head and stares you up and down like a head would. Giving a few temptative steps towards it puts it into a better light; two rounded teeth parting the center of this shape into a wide, smiling maw. A little more of its body slithers out to get a better look of your form. It is... a worm, but grossly oversized and... instead of its uniform pink flesh that is common with these insects, it has slight pink-toned white fur. "Would'ja look'it that" it says, eyeing you up and down without any eyes. "Hyoomy, all dressed up n' the like. Oh I've gotta try you up." (display:"WoomV")](else:)[The hallway stretches to the North, where it curves out of sight, and South, where a sealed door stands tall and heavily built; Possibly a pressure chamber. There is also the door off to the side, leading towards the worm's lodging. [[North|Hall-W]] (Commander room connector) [[South|Hall-D1]] (Mall) [[Worm's home|WormHome]]]

(set:$infirst to 1)\ A tall door stands here, pneumatic locks hissing as it begins opening on its own to your approach. It is an airlock, rectangle-shaped and with small windows to the side where you can see a little bit of the ship's hull. To the right, you can see the ship's side bend out to form the large courtyard of the stock district, still some greenery around the huge panes of glass. (unless:(history:)contains "Hall-D1")[The door in front of you opens and reveals a brighter passage, light suddenly cut by two oversized, anthropomorphic jackals that seem to guard this point. They enter the chamber along with you, holding large poles that end in an electric blue glow, and you back away instinctively. Their low, low voices almost seem to rattle the ship around you as they converse: *"Human." ==> "Appears to be." <== "Do we call it in?" ==> "Let him wander, keep cams on." <== "Bernard would love to see that, huh." ==> "He pays us." <== "Wasn't arguing."* The figures look away from you, they slam their lances on the ground, causing the glow on the front to fizzle out, and they go out and to their respective posts. ]\ \ Past the small foyer-like balcony where the guards hold this entrance... (set:$infirst to 1) [[Next|Mall]]

You are in the worm's home, the common pale blue that's present around these dorms replaced with a gentle, golden light from an opened panel on an upper wall. Various tokens and knick-knacks sit on shelves next to the desk where an oversized, fluffy worm is currently writing a number of entries and numbers down. It gives you a... nod? (It felt more like a wink) when you look its way, and you can see a bunk bed on one side of the otherwise barren chamber, as well as a pile of clothing in a corner. [[Talk|WoomT]] One of the books catches your attention, it's a written journal that's opened in a page titled "HUMAN KNOWLEDGE". Give it a look? [[Head out|HallS-W]](click-replace:"Give it a look?")[ (display:"KNOWLEDGE") ]

The large, furred shape suddenly splits in half into this large, steaming maw; Thick, dark slobber dripping off in chunks onto the metallic floor below. You back yourself, but the thing's slithers are faster than you expect, and its fluffy, oversized tail wraps around your legs, the rest of its body coiling itself around you. You gasp for air as the warm thing holds you tight in its embrace, and the worm's head sits in front of you, jaws open wide in a 180º opening, that the coils slowly deposit you head-first into. You squirm as you feel the bubbling, hot drool coat your head, then shoulders, then the rest of you. There are no gulps, you're just speared into the worm's system and easily lodged deep into the slimy, pliable tube. It squelches against you left and right as you feel your predator begin to slither off, and you have a hard time stabilizing yourself as the humid, plant-smelling interior puts you off somewhat. Pushing yourself back or forwards has no effect, the worm curves upwards on both ends, keeping you nice and sagged along its middle portion. You feel yourself bulge slightly as you're dragged along the ground, and eventually feel your form begin to curve and wrap into a coil. $ber["Already. You're really eager to get yourself eaten, huh."] You fidget, feeling a strange warmth within your temple. Your cock goes stiff as a plank, and a sudden bliss washes over you. It's sprinkled with shame, but your thrusts into the slimy, hot walls feel incredible, augmented by whatever's in your head, pushing you to do this. Thick jets of cum soak the chamber, mixing in with the clear and black fluids around you. $ber["Wow, scratch that, you're REALLY into this. Hoping you survive this one, would love to have a little eager toy like you humpin' the insides of my stomach."] You groan as you are unwillingly forced into a tight fetal position, and then feel yourself begin to slide again. Your face smears against the slobber and slime on this alien predator as you go up, up, and pushed tight against another chamber. [[Next|WoomV1]] =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1d74EiD2kHvuJJUUkea8Rzj6_qVUftfUF" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }>

**HEACKGH!!** Your form schlorps out of your predator, regurgitated into a pile of clothing. You land softly, coated in this sticky, black slime. As you try to gather your sense of gravity, the same appendage nudges you with a only slightly-slobbered towel, pearly white until just now. You look around and see that you're in a dorm room, similar to those offered to maintenance workers, the pale blue light contrasting with the open panel on the far side of the chamber that gives out a golden, warmer glow to the room. Shelves full of knick-knacks sit neatly next to a desk with paper, a pen, and a few stained towels. "Get yerself situated an' all. Sorry about the rough entry, haven't ever had a human, had ta' see if the fad was right." The strange, western worm says before it turns and heads to its desk. You see it comically coil around the bottom of the chair in several loops until it has about 4 feet of height on its head, which it uses to pretend to sit on the chair. It stares at its piece of paper, dries its slobbery maw on a nearby towel, and begins writing with its only appendage available: Its mouth. (display:"WormHome")(set:$woom to 1)

You see the worm carefully put its pen into a small glass before turning towards you. There is a patient smile, though the lack of eyes feels unsettling. "Ye." --- How long have you been here? Who are you? Do you eat people? What can you tell me about this place? Do you know anything about this chip? Shouldn't I be... dead? I was exposed to the vacuum of space...(if:$suit is 1)[ How can I find Jen?](if:$tool is "hack")[ Show off the tool.] --- [[Head out|HallS-W]] (click-replace:"How long have you been here?")["Hrm." It takes a second to look (???) past you, before speaking up. "Prolly been made 'bout a few years back. Nice kind human like yeh'self. Meant the human part, kind is yet to be proven. No offense."]\ (click-replace:"Who are you?")["Ah. Ah don't know. Sorry. Feel free ta' give me a name in your head, though! Don't say it out loud, it distracts moi." Are you a male?\ (click-replace:"Are you a male?")["Neither of 'em weird classifications, person! Happen to be a no-hole-nor-poker typa fella. Hope'n that that doesn't turn ya off if you were lookin' to poke me somewhere."]]\ (click-replace:"Do you eat people?")["Ah ate'cha, didn't I? Power still runs nice n' juicy through this here ship, I get to hook up to the energy supply when ah'm peckish. Wouldn't recommend it for ye, skin-bearing folk, 's just the way Jen made me." Jen?\ (click-replace:"Jen?")["Yeh! Jen. She's a damn fine Hyoomy, fashioned herself a fine assistant, 's what I am. Good heckin' cover from predators too, kept 'er safe for all of her stay." You ask where Jen is, in that case. "Mission, probs somethin' ta' do with puttin' the ship back in its functioning order. Meantime, been stickin' to my set task of keepin' the commanding logs checked proper. Ain't wantin' to let her down now." Where can I find Jen? (click-replace:"Where can I find Jen?")["Hm!" It gives itself a moment of pondering, before motioning over to the map on the wall. "Riiiiight... 'ere. That bit on the alternate engineer deck 's when Ah last talked to her!"]]]\ (click-replace:"What can you tell me about this place?")["Peeerrteh darn big's what this place be. Luckily ah' haven't had the pleasure of seein' it first-hand. Jen keeps that work to herself. Say hi to her if you see 'er! Haven't checked in a while."]\ (click-replace:"Do you know anything about this chip?")["Hrm." Its tongue pulls your chin up, and the worm looks to your temple. "Well, 's one of 'em big folk chips that opens doors and the like! Jen oughta like that. Yours looks corrupted, though. Definitely don't recommend takin' it off n' that case." $ber["That, I can agree with~."]]\ (click-replace:"Shouldn't I be... dead? I was exposed to the vacuum of space...")["Oh! Ye, that's an easy answer. Yer knowledge on humans is sorta outdated. Y'see, there's these biiiig machines that are supposed ta' bring ya back to life if yer crushed or whatever nasty thing outta happen to ya when fixin' this here vessel, so they had to overhaul yer body to be sort of a blob. Still look, feel, n' taste like the real thing!" It slobbers a bit at that last statement "...But otherwise yer sort of a bunch of goop, revolutio-neery!"]\ (click-replace:"How can I find Jen?")["Yeh, I don't know if she's around er not. Buuuut best place is prolly near the alien district. She keeps herself low n' nice, none of the beefy creatures can catch her. She'll see you for sure!"]\ (click-replace:"Show off the tool.")["Woah! That's a fine lookin' jailbreak. I bet Jen would def take that fer a spin."]

(set:$infirst to 1)\ (set:$clothes to 1)\ (set:$chip to 1)\ (set:$d to 1)\ (set:$woom to 1)\ (set:$o to 1)\ (set:$ber to (text-color:"#bebfa8")+(text-style:"italic"))\ (set:$Teleportation to 1) (set:$helmet to 1)

(live:1s)[(if:$info is 0)[(text-style:"fade-in-out")[^ MENU INTERFACE]](if:$info is 1)[(stop:)]](if:$skunk is 3)[(go-to:"SkunkEnd")] This room is a gargantuan, finely decorated garden-like mall. Huge panes of glass show the endless void of black being only broken by the occasional white dot of a star, as well as some ringed planets. Large containers of soil are held aloft, draping greenery down along the glass and curling at the bottom, where a small fountain keeps the dark visage of space from being too somber. More important, this place is bustling with activity, creatures of all races, humanoid and otherwise, wander through this complex like they own the place. They probably do, too. $ber["(either:"Try not to get yourself lost now.", "What a wonderful little utopia.","Doesn't beat the septic district, but it's still pretty damn good.","I'm bored, go get yourself rammed by something weird.", "You think I can play Galaga in your head?")"] The base floor, where activity seems to be at its core, sports a number of alien shops setup as tents, strange and scantily-dressed creatures of all sizes, and more general stores and fronts towards the walls of this courtyard. (if:$key is 1)[ A passage beeps on the South wall, in relation with your key. It's probably the door to the transportation hub. [[Take the Hub vessel|MallHub]]] [[Wander around|MallWander]] [[Check the shops|MallShops]] [[Check the stores|MallStores]] The upper balconies seem to lead to other, less-frequented rooms and halls. You see doors leading in multiple directions. [[East|Mall-H-E]] (Residential, Cargo connector, storage & escape pods) [[West|Mall-H-W]] (Unknown) [[North|HallS-W]] (Commander hallway and office)

The hallway here, while doors are closed, still doesn't manage to stifle the amount of chatter coming from the East. Eerie silence carries from the West, although lights appear to be on in this hallway. Two guards are positioned here, massive heaps of muscle one could interpret to be jackals when they're not flexing, holding large halberds with glowing, blue ends. [[East|Mall]] (Mall) [[West|Mall-H-W-W]] (Unknown) [[Flirt with the guards|MallGF]]

==><== Work in progress!! <==== The English language is common, and spoken often, but the familiarity is lost in the alien voices, either too high, low, or guttural for you to even be comfortable with this environment. You see several, incredibly thick dog-like taurs and foxes, their behind jiggling with every step they take; Tall, regal anthros such as foxes and wolves, carrying leashed, smaller anthros, as well as the occasional human. They give you an odd glance. There's also a number of smaller critters darting past you, carrying bags and satchels full of supplies. Seems that a very different community has formed around this place. *"Hey."* You turn to spot one of the Jackal-looking guards, looming over you. *"Did an owner lose you? Are you lost?"* The figure looks menacing, but that fades onto the background when you see a large portion of the chatter around you die out, several beings all beginning to stare at you with a curious, interested glance. *"I said. Are. You. Lost."* [[Go with one of the taurs|MallWTaur]] [[Go to one of the regal-looking anthros|MallWFancy]] [[Say you're with the small errand runners|MallImps]] (css:"font-size:medium;")[(About owners)(click-replace:"(About owners)")[Owners are unique factions that can hold control over you. When approaching their territory, they may be interacted with in unique ways. To change your ownership, come to this section. (if:$owner is not 0)[Your current owner: $owner]]]

The tents vary wildly in style, sending whiplashes from one front to the next. Many sell knick-knacks, strange devices, many of which you're pretty sure are just humongous dildos. A few of them catch your attention though, one of them, a deep purple with gold trimmings, has a curtain obscuring the inside completely, a strange collage of herbal scents and spices wafting from it. Another interesting one seems to be a completely bland, blue tent, some strange glass cases sitting on the inside. (if:$sales is 0)[One of the many device-salesmen seems to be pitching their newest toy out to no one in particular, but they do catch your eye with theirs, giving you a little smirk and a come-hither handwave.] (if:$shaman is 0)[[[Go into the purple tent|Shaman]]] (if:$worms is not 2)[[Go into the blue tent|Worms]] (if:$sales is 0)[[[Approach the salesman|Dildo]]] [[Back|Mall]]

A number of stores lie on the edges of the mall, many of them repurposed and definitely clashing with the styles of their original intent. One of them is a purple-hued glass door leading to a darkened bar-like spot, the rest a flat black color. Plain, white text reads "Candidates Wanted". (if:$musk is 1)[The smell wafting from it is strong, spicy, manly. It stirs your loins. [[Go in|MuskEmp]]](else:)[It appears to be closed. **Maybe if you had different filters on...?**] There is a smaller shop with a cartoony depiction of a lavender cat-person's face wielding Virtual Reality goggles, its mouth agape and drooling. [[Go in|VRStore]] Almost an entire wall of glass stretches the section of what appears to be a gym! Several anthros and ferals run across the various treadmills that are pressed against the exterior, their expressions shifting to you as you walk by. Many of them speed up their pace as you enter their line of sight. [[Go in|GymStore]] [[Back|Mall]]

The smell raises up to a very prominent, humid mix of spices and earthy scents. Their sources clear once your eyes adjust to the darker room. A bar to your right, a large glass chamber to your left, displaying a strange show: (if:(history:) contains "MuskEmp1")[a bound, male Red Panda sits bound to a chair on the far end of this room, it being decorated to look like a library with a fine, red carpetting on the ground. His erection is plainly visible to everyone](else:)[straps on an empty chair, facing the bed across from it. The entire room looks decorated like a cozy library, a fine, red carpetting on the ground. The setup looks morbid], though no one pays it much mind, several patrons are currently ordering drinks and setting up in tables facing the glass chamber. "Howdy." The barkeep calls, a light brown kangaroo in a nice violet tux, winking at you as he fixes drinks left and right. You walk up to the bar, (if:(history:) contains "MuskEmp1")[glancing at the bound person on the glass-divided room, and back](else:)[glancing at the setup, and back] at the barman. "Yeah. Show hasn't started yet. Don't make yourself scarce if ya wanna watch. It's free, drinks are not." He polishes some glasses, apparently done with his drink-fixing as he pulls up a large control panel that he sets in front of him from under the long bar pub table. He gives it a cursory glance and looks up to the glass divider. (if:(history:) contains "MuskEmp1")["So!" He looks at you for a second. "It's a test of endurance, yet our contestant didn't seem to show up for the night. It's a nice lil' trial, five minutes in there, and the barmaid has to get your rocks off three times. She doesn't and you win people's bets against you. She does and you lose 'em!" Without missing a beat, he scans your temple with a small reader, then looks at the laptop beneath the bar. "Huh. I mean, you could still go in, even if you're the richest dude in the world." You give the roo a weird look, and he turns the laptop around, to face you. In it, you see the amount of money (They're called credits, you've just found out) you have: "9999999999999999999999..." "It's prolly a glitch, lemme sca-- oh, nope, it's real" He says, while scanning your temple again half-way through the statement. (if:$filth is 1)[[[Try it|MuskSelf]]](else:)[Something tells you you're not going to like this, so you go ahead and decline.] [[Take your leave|MallStores]]](else:)[ He pushes some buttons, slides a lever left and right, and you see as, inside the separated room, the bed in front of the male figure shifts closer and further from him, though you have no idea what the buttons do. "Alright, seems to work in order." [[Stay and watch|MuskEmp1]] [[Take your leave|MallStores]]]

The inside of the store is a sleek, silvery-grey that is only interrupted by small alcoves with hanging virtual reality paraphernalia: Gloves, trackers, goggles, helmets. Some customers with awestruck, happy, or frightened expressions twirl around in their virtual headspace, grasping at nothing with their gloves. In the back, a happy little cat-person sits on a computer, his fur the same shade of lavender as the one in the shopfront, purple hair ending in some electric blue tips. Big ol' purple ears perk up at your approach, and he turns to you, though it is wearing a headband-like strap on his eyes that acts like a screen, flashing friendly little faces made out of characters. <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1uyoeQKmvRQOWbBdCL-SKwoLqcT7ES-P_" style=width:60px;height:30px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> "Hiya! Welcome to Virtual, Integrated Reality, VIR for short! I'm Kait. Let me know what I can help you with!" (display:"VR1")

(if:$gfeet is not 1)[(unless:(history:)contains "GymStore")[Two sliding panes of glass part ways, allowing you to step into the big atrium that is the gym.](else:)[You're back at the atrium portion of this gym.] The music here is loud, intense, upbeat. Dubstep-like rhythm coming onto drops that sync up near-perfectly with all of the running, lifting and punching around you. (if:$musk is 1)[The smell of sweat, body odor, and dirt is pretty damn intense.] Along the windows leading outside are a few dozen treadmills, most of them occupied by the various creatures, four and two-legged beings running alongside one another. (unless:(history:)contains "GymStore")["Ey." You look towards the desk in front of you, a pretty built lion-man leaning back on his chair, phone in his hand but looking up at you. "Oh, you're that one. Gym's free for people. Personal opinion, don't go to the bathroom." He then looks back down at his device, ignoring you.] [[Hop on a treadmill|GymTread]] [[Check the back portion|GymBack]] [[Go to the bathroom|GymBathroom]] [[Back|MallStores]]] (if:$gfeet is 1)[(display:"GymFeet1")]

You stick around for a few minutes, watching many patrons come, a few of them go, several give you extended glances. Then, a hippo barmaid shows up, her form massive, easily reaching 9 feet in height, and her thick, four feet wide behind make supporting such a large body an easy task; She walks around handing people glasses of milk, the dozens of cups kept stable on a metal platter that's supported against a sizable cleavage. You can't help but notice the massive pole of a bulge that's straining against her skirt. She eventually makes her rounds towards you, hands you a glass of warm milk, gives you a wink, and speaks with a feminine tone "On the house, hun! Stick around for the show~". Everyone else takes the glass eagerly, so you do the same. The show seems to start; The lights dim, blinds on the glass door keep light from trickling in. All light comes from the glass-separated chamber, shades of pink illuminating a cozy bedroom/library that seems to brim with the same bubbly attitude of the barmaid, who you now see within the chamber, emerging from a back door that is out of sight. She sighs, taking off her garments, and making herself at home. Silence quickly washes over the bar as you see people take comfortable seats here, keeping their drinks handy-- It is pretty dark. The kangaroo goes around with a small light pointing down at his feet, probably so he can watch his step. He holds a large tophat as a container towards several folk, and you see them putting in some sort of bet. Focusing again on the barmaid, she leans down on the now heaving red panda, his toes curling as she gives him a tender kiss on the cheek. [[Next|MuskEmp2]]

(set:$ber to (text-color:"#bebfa8")+(text-style:"italic"))\ (set:$place to "mall")

The last of the hippo's garments come loose, thoroughly soaked and steaming panties that she peels out of her massive behind, the lithe male in front of her beginning to jostle at his restraints. They hold strong. She lets the sopping cloth plop down on the carpet, turns back, and scoots herself up on the bed, ass-up and pointing towards the red panda some 6 feet from the thick hippo, her feet holding up the squishing, grey-colored rear, as well as her now visible, massive ballsack and horse-dong, both giving off a faint off-white steam. She reaches back towards one cheek, and then the other, spreading them before-- ***SCHLOP!*** A thick doughnut of an asshole slips out, tucked in by a powerful and massive tush, it releasing a steady amount of steam. Everyone leans in their seats, seemingly mesmerized by the act as, without a care in the world, the hippo girl plucks a book from the small table next to her, and begins reading in her current pose, elbows propped against the head of the bed. Her huge soles curl around the jiggling butt, and you can also see a visible trail of fumes spreading from them. Some wordless seconds pass before you hear the panda begin to heave. His stiff, dripping cock throbs every other second. The 'roo behind you leans in and whispers "First time, I take it? It's the real eye-grabber." He presses down a button on his panel, and a small black screen atop the dividing glass wall turns on, displaying a five-minute timer that begins counting down. [[Next|MuskEmp3]]

"NGGGH--AHhh~" The red panda grits his teeth for a few brief seconds, before his head tosses back and he releases a musk-induced orgasm, cum spraying forth and leaving streaks of pearly white on the carpet below, some of it coating the still-steaming garments that are on the floor. The hippo doesn't stop her reading, but she smiles ever so faintly. "Aaaand that's strike one." The roo says, pressing his lever right, and the bed begins to move on its own with a low mechanical whirr. What was once a six-feet space between the panda and the hippo, is now four feet. "I can see you sniff at the air, by the way." He gives you a sly look "Whole chamber's sealed, and the air ventilation is off, chances are he's not gonna make it." The male heaves, tugs at his restrains as his dripping, white-covered cock still throbs excitedly. He goes between aggressive, teeth-gritting emotions, unbridled gasping and heaving, and slurred words. The hippo idly traces to the next page, shifting in her position so a hand can cup the giant, soaked balls of hers and squelch a hand in for a few seconds; It pulls back absolutely soaked in sweat, and she idly licks it clean while still reading her book. A few beads of sweat begin dripping from the shiny, steaming donut, causing the still-stiff erection of her companion to begin throbbing once more. You see him pull at his restrains, trying his hardest to push himself towards the source of the smell. You look up at the counter, it's only been one minute and a half. [[Next|MuskEmp4]]

Surprisingly, the panda holds on, foot thumping against the soft carpet below as he bites his lip and holds his lust at bay. A slowly-forming gurgle bubbling from the hippo's large gut makes him gasp all of the sudden, and she gives a little heave as the huge asshole expands to deliver a light fart out onto the chamber, tinged a barely visible shade of green. The panda struggles, keeping himself from giving in as the cloud eventually disperses on his form. He holds his breath for twenty seconds, but eventually takes an entire lungful of gas, causing him to moan, hips buckling, second cumshot spraying forth and glazing the hippo's behind with several streaks of shiny white. "Oh boy..." The kangaroo exhales, excitedly tapping the lever once more. The bed moves back three feet, now twelve inches away from the gasping, sweat-covered panda, cock slowly losing girth. The streaks of fresh nut on the hippo's behind idly drip down as she keeps reading her book, an idle, shallow fart leaving her form every once in a while. You breathe in this small respite of action, finally taking a sip of your glass of milk. It's warm, thick, the faintest bit of salty, you notice now just how rock-hard you are. You're nearly on your edge from watching this show alone, and this faint warmth radiates from your temple, where the chip lies. After almost an entire minute of gathering yourself, you look up to an already rock-hard red panda, still around the two-minute mark, the air in this glass-covered chamber a visible brownish-green tint that permeates the whole thing. The hippo seems wholly comfortable in this environment, but the panda's having a rough time. A deep groan rumbles from the hippo's midsection, and she actually puts down her book for once, hands going to her cheeks to keep them spread... [[Next|MuskEmp5]]

You would think it was water, if it wasn't accompanied by the thunderous, deafening rumble, a thick torrent of pure hippo gas blasting forth from her giant behind in a straight pillar, hitting the Panda point-blank with the brown fumes that streak his hair, blindfold, fur and cock back from the pressure alone. His mouth is fully opened, whether mid-moan or trying to breathe in as much as it can. The chair slightly lifts at the front, before the gargantuan fart comes to a close, leaving a gaping hole that drips with sweat. People look aghast at the still-surviving panda, gasping for air as the chamber quickly becomes encased in a green fog. Awful thoughts assail your mind, not yours. The immense desire to step into that chamber, lick that filthy, gas-ridden hind, even step into it. You are having a hard time dispelling them. $ber["You'd love my brute of a friend, he cranks 'em out ten times as hard as the barmaid, pinkie promise. Though from the stiffy on you, I bet all I would have to do is simply burp in your face for you to bust a nut."] The hippo gives out a little groan of effort, and you see her reposition her legs, bracing against the bed. The panda does not notice this, still catching his breath as a small smile forms across his face. He looks a bit hopeful in his chances, his facial expression faltering as a small schlop echoes through the chamber. You see inches from him as the hippo lady scoots a little back, holding her asshole open with one hand, before her expression shifts into an angry, focused wince. Another humongous blast slams onto the poor panda, her cheeks and balls rippling violently, her cock bouncing with just the slightest drops of pre, while his body is barely visible among thick clouds of green. He cums hard between pants, still rocked by the invisible force of the hippopotamus' gigantic farts, his cumshot flung back at his own body from the air alone, his mouth now sporting bridging trails of his own produce. Some patrons lean back, expressions of relief, anger, all wash along the bar, but silence still reigns in the majority of the people. The farts sputter into a halt, and the roo hits a switch that causes unseen fans to begin whirling. It doesn't take long for the foggy chamber to become clear with time; The panda looks like he's passed out, his own face and chest caked in his own cum. "Aaand that's game." Another button causes the lights on the bar to slowly pipe up, signifying the end of the show. Patrons finish their drinks, eventually convene into small groups to chat; Some straight-up leave. The atmosphere returns to that of a normal bar, and you see the hippo idly return to her book as the kangaroo steps towards the glass chamber, undoing the panda's restrains and hoisting him up and away. He is surprisingly tender in his efforts. He eventually returns with said panda, depositing him half-sitting on a couch with a fresh change of simple clothes, towel in hand to dry off the cum that's on his own shoulder. "Don't worry, he signed up for the challenge." He remarks at you before stepping back to the bar. You can see the panda still steaming off a green trail, and you idly sniff the air around him. The extremely spicy mix of scents, both alien and familiar prove overwhelming for you, the green fumes absolutely noxious but alluring in a strange way, you hold yourself from nutting on the spot. Looking back at the 'roo, he resets the configuration of the room, giving you a side glance "Come back later if you wanna see 'nother one of these! Could always use some people that are up to the challenge." He slaps the sagging hat down, removing small, familiar chips from them with notes attached. He sticks them in a computer, stares at the note, types a number, and repeats the process with the several other chips. "Bets are done, come get your chips!" Several patrons walk by and fish the various chips laying in the table, and just like that, the bar is back to a near-empty state. $ber["Hey, you should sign up! It looks perfectly safe, after all. See, he's alive!"] [[Take your leave|MuskEmpOut]]

You finish the warm glass, nod the barman goodbye, and take your leave. (display:"MallStores")

(display:"startup (KILL TAG WHEN MAKING PUBLIC!!!)") (go-to:"MuskEmp")

You see a number of available gadgets on these deeper alcoves: A full face-mask VR setup with tactile gloves; A lowered helmet on a swivel seat; And a simple pair of hanging headphones attached to small transparent VR goggles, no controllers. Past the cat's desk, a red velvet curtain fails to conceal the faintest amount of muted purple light trickling from the bottom. The cat looks your way, expression shifting into an ominous <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1vafkQGhsIParzDiTTsE8yS74qxkLrQ3V" style=width:60px;height:30px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> "You only get ten minutes on the start of the program, but tries and re-tries are free!" [[Talk to the cat|VRtalk]] [[Try the face-mask|VRmask]] [[Try the helmet-seat setup|VRhelmet]] [[Try the headphones and goggles|VRheadphones]] (if:$vrc is 1)[[[Peek behind the curtains|VRsecret]]] [[Back|Mall]]

<img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1uyoeQKmvRQOWbBdCL-SKwoLqcT7ES-P_" style=width:60px;height:30px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> "Hello!" --- How do these work? (if:$vrc is 0)[What's behind the curtain?] What are you playing? --- [[Check out the devices|VR1]] (click-replace:"How do these work?")["Oh! Simple, ya just plop your head into one of these, they read your chip and display the things you're into, kinky or otherwise! Usually I ask folks to setup the kait-vr app from their computers but some are too lazy so I devised a little program to pluck the first thing it sees in your chip."] (click-replace:"What's behind the curtain?")["Uhm. No-...thing?" You give the cat a curious glance. "It's weird stuff, for those peoples in suits wanting to do more realistic stuff. Only high ranking weirdos go in, gross stuff happens there! I... wouldn't know that." I'm weird enough.(click-replace:"I'm weird enough.")[(if:$filth is 1)[You didn't know that a blushing program was integrated into the screen, but he visibly reacts at your statement. "I, uhh..." He taps some words on his computer, then looks back. "I guess you can go in now!"(set:$vrc to 1)](if:$filth is 0)["Hmmm... you look pretty innocent! Sorry!"]]] (click-replace:"What are you playing?")["Oh, just a little relaxing program to pass the time" He says, swishing his mouse from left to right with one hand, the other nowhere to be seen. You lean in, and he aggressively scoots forwards, concealing his lower half. "That's all I'm doing!" He flashes a smile, one that looks genuine from the screen, but the blush behind it is very much real.]

The mask is kind of creepy, looks like some sort of vacuum, with a loosely humanoid face indent. The lower half of it turns into a thick cable or hose around the front, and said pipe disappears up onto the ceiling. The gloves are less creepy, so you put those on first. "Analyzing files... Coincidence fou-- Coincidence fou-- Coincidence fou-- Coincidence fou--" The immediate smell coming onto the once-inert mask (if:$musk is 1)[is a recognizable, filthy one. Pungent.](else:)[is humid, earthy. ever-growing.] Your gloves lock up, and you feel them draw near to your torso, unseen force pushing them back. You press hard and feel the slightest amount of give, a little light trickling in to reveal the fleshy passage you're in. (if:$filth is 1)[Thick, stinking brown pillars push past you, you feel the slop run down your head, sending disgusting, bitter air into your every lungful of air.](else:)[Ghlorps, squelches and groans, you feel the rubbing of your gloves as if you were being tugged around this tubular path.] You can't take your headset off even if you wanted to, and the heat generated from your helmet and gloves is making you quite uncomfortable. A deeply resounding, if slightly muted voice speaks up, low and guttural. "Still alive, after two weeks? Let's change that." (if:$musk is 1)[***PPPPBBBRBRRRTTTTTTTTT*** You moan, hot green gas pushes through you, but does not leave the messy bowels. You heave and moan as you feel your face heat up from the sheer blast alone, the smell unbearably pungent, musky. Yet another blast pushes in harder than before, sending the mask out of your face. You land on the ground, looking up at the green fumes being emitted from the device that was on you, as well as your steaming, slimy face.](else:)[With a deep squelch, you feel your hands force your chest to pull tight, drawing air out of you. You begin to panic, but the whole mechanism seems to shut off from some sort of emergency countermeasure. You pull back, hands and face coated in slime.] You wince as the cat on the counter leans in and spritzes some watery perfume on you, then gets back to its business. [[Next|VR1]]

It's actually a nice little ride through a theme park! You figure out that there's some drama among the couple behind you while on a rollercoaster, but the first lap ends with the demo, just as it starts to get juicy. [[Next|VR1]]

(set:$choct to (text-style:"bold")+(text-style:"italic")+(text-color:"#754f32"))\ $choct["You. I recognize you."] Wormed deep into your brain, the silky, chocolate voice sighs with recognition, almost as soon as your headphones are put on. The quality is uncanny, feels like someone has their lips pressed up to both individual ears. $choct["I so very wish I was corporeal at this very moment, knowing that, with that thing in your temple I would be able to do whatever I pleased, and you would moan and hump at any. Single. Thing."] The goggles, once inert and transparent fade to black. The thinnest of brown lines can be seen spearing left to right, drawing the horizon. $choct["My name is choct. Simple dev name. My goal is to pleasure you, but I can do that easily, so, let's just chat, how's that?"] The line gets closer... it doesn't? It gets closer around the edges, but you turn and see that it is leaving a two-dimensional space, like a string, wrapping around your head in full, 360 degrees. $choct["I would say I would envy your form, your current predicament. I've tried being you, tried worming myself into some hapless, horny folk. It didn't work well. For me. For them, mmh. Had to pry them away from me, poor souls are probably somewhere within the septic district... (if:$filth is 1)[Wallowing in shit](else:)[Filled with cum], jumping into maws, sucking the first thing they see."] Silence, then the line fades into blackness once more. $choct["Oh, look at that. It's been nine minutes. I guess I spent so much time reading you, I lost track of time. Here you go."] Brutal, fast-snapping pictures and sounds, you visibly recoil to the side as the sight of humongous beasts, tender creatures, disgusting appendages, and one massive hind crush, slam, and prod at your psyche. None of them do anything to you, but the sound and visuals tug at the back of your dome, prodding at something within you that causes you to lock up. The headphones and glasses turn off just in time for you to lock up into a forced, violent orgasm. You let loose inside your suit, the faint images of the computer-generated filth still lingering somewhere within you. $ber["That's a nice gimmick, could probably put that on a button on your back, 'press here to make me cum', it would sell well. I'm gonna take a note of this."] (set:$choc to 1) [[Next|VR1]]

You peek behind the curtains... { (live:1s)[(if: time is > 10)[(display:"VR2")]] }

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"Wonderful!" You already feel yourself being tied behind your back, the kangaroo deftly going through what he has done a hundred times and within less than a minute, you're both blindfolded and tied to a chair. Ta-da! Oh, the suit has to come off. With three fingers on the back of your neck, and a foor tapping your foot, he undoes the zipper and drags the rest of the suit down, below your ties. You'd clap if your hands were available. You feel yourself being dragged across the metal through your chair, positioned into a room with a light hum. You imagine that this is the sound the fans do at the top. "Alrighty bucko, remember: Don't cum! We've some special guests tonight, so our worker is gonna be a tad more giddy! Though, no touching." **SLAM!** "Uhm." $ber["Not to worry, nothing's changed, bets are the same, but Beth had to take a rest."] "You know, this is my establishment." $ber["Oh I'm well aware, which is why the formula remains the same. I just have some interest in the sport, not the result. Your account is already impacted according to your help."] "Hey wh-- You're serious? This? I didn't even know you had these. Would be lying if I said I wasn't interested." $ber["Mmmhm. As for you, buddy."] A talon touches your cheek, lightly caressing it. $ber["The name of the game is don't cum."] **SLAM!** [[Next|MuskSelf1]]

As if illuminated by a blacklight, this room has a muted purple hue that leaves the empty hallways eerily dark, but everything else is visible off to the sides. Two chambers, nearly identical: Towering tubes of shiny metallic white-grey, open around the front with an equally tubular door, much like a pod. Small computers sit next to them, gibberish code running through them. At the far end, giant pipes extend from the ground, tubes that trail up onto hanging hooks, before attaching to the top of the two metallic chambers. Next to the vibrating pipes, is a manhole, single handle towards you, hinges towards the north end. [[Open the manhole|VRMH]] (if:$filth is 0)[(With your current filter, you get the sense you're *really* not going to enjoy this.)] [[Enter one of the chambers|VRChamb]] [[Head back|VR1]]

Upon closer inspection, the inside of the chamber looks comfortably cushioned, a deep black that tries to swallow the light around it. You take a step in it but stop yourself short when you see the warning on the side of the door, a simple "No clothes" mandatory sign. You do as it says, removing your clothes and leaving them aside, luckily there isn't enough light for you to even worry about being seen naked. Stepping into the chamber, you turn around, lean in and close the door, assuming that the thing will go on its own. Severing the connection between the chamber and the light source, you are now engulfed in the deepest of darkness, the warm environment around you a near body temperature. This is probably a sensory deprivation tank, you reckon. The faintest of hisses makes you look up, and you flinch as a cold, metallic tube locks around your face, reaching up at it, but finding no limbs to help you. Your arms seem locked to your sides, numb as the rest of your body; You'd panic, but there's nothing to panic about. Everything is fine. [[next|VRChamb1]]

(display:"SepticVREnt")

You climb off of the manhole, into what appears to be the back portion of a VR store. [[Next|VR2]]

\ $ber["I thought I would use the chip to get you to come here, but you're putting yourself into all sorts of fun situations without my help. Bet you'd love this then."] (display:"DiscoTime")

(text-style:"bold")[{(link:"Save game")[\ (if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[\ Game saved!(set:$Saves to 1)\ ](else: )[\ Sorry, I couldn't save your game. You either have cookies disabled, are browsing privately, or something else went wrong. Are you on a mobile device?\ ]\ ]}||{(if: $Saves is 1)[\ (link: "Load game")[(load-game:"Slot A")]\ ]} ]

There's three treadmills for you to use, two of which are alongside one another and seem to be still running for some reason, there's also a large, thick wool blanket draped on top of them, like a giant sock(if:$musk is 1)[, a very strong, musky stench radiating from them]. The third one is alongside some sort of small alien girl, her absolutely titanic cheeks bouncing and clapping with every step. (if:$musk is 1)[[[Take the empty, running one|GymFeet]]] [[Get alongside the alien|GymBub]] [[Back|GymStore]]

There's a few people here winding down from their exercises, purchasing one of many drinks from the large vending machine on the back. [[Get a drink|GymDrink]] [[Back|GymStore]]

The bathroom and showers are massive, reaching up to ten feet high ceilings, and drawing on like a maze of muted blues. The smell here mingles across many spectrums, but soap luckily seems to be the majority. [[Showers|GymBathShow]] (if:$filth is 1)[[[Toilets|GymToiletScat]]](else:)[[[Toilets|GymToilet]]] [[Back|GymStore]]

(if:$gfeet is 1)[(go-to:"GymFeet1")] You hop on, tapping a key to reduce the speed a little, and settle for a nice jog. The multi-beat song, strange as it is, seems to perfectly sync up with your steps, or maybe it's the machine doing that...? Looking at the draped piece of cloth, you can see a red line along the rim of it, and a little prod makes it clear that it is a thick, tubular wrap of wool; More importantly, it is radiating a very intense, cheesy musk. The smell wraps around you, causing you to heave a little too much, whatever creature is capable of using garments this big, probably has massive feet, hence the need for two treadmills. You eventually feel yourself tire, and hop off, a little more loosened up around the joints. You turn off the treadmill and head back. [[Next|GymStore]](set:$gfeet to 1)

You start the treadmill and hop on, getting into a nice jogging pace to get your muscles up and running... It gets hard after the first minute, hearing the constant, resounding claps of her cheeks, and you force yourself to give a glance towards the small thing. She beams a smile at you, somehow hitting the treadmill's maximum speed and not breaking a sweat in the least; You do see a small crowd gathering to see her cheeks struggling to keep in time with her extremely fast sprinting. Apparently her butt *is* sweating, while her brow remains completely dry. She eventually winds the thing down and hops off, using the towel on hand to rub up and down her positively soaked crack. Your chip acts up, and you hop off once she's gone, giving the towel a deeeep sniff that stirs your loins. [[Next|GymStore]]

You feel a fist poke you on the shoulder, and turn around to see a massive, 9 feet tall alligator, definitely on the chubbier side of life, poking you on the shoulder; Spandex pants leaving his giant bulge pretty clear for anyone to see. His sweaty body nearly steams with his sheer heat, as he snarls down at you with a vicious grin, towel slung over his shoulder. His voice is raspy, low, quaking. (text-style:"expand")[(text-style:"bold")["You're the one that turned off the treadmill while I was warming up."]] Your words get caught up in your throat, the looming figure of this alligator, he's as thick as you are long, and his smell is so intense it could peel the paint off walls. He tosses the towel to the ground, and takes a single step towards you, his impossibly thick thighs and hips easily casting a shadow on you. (text-style:"expand")[(text-style:"bold")["Guess you'll have to be my workout."]] A foot lifts up, massive alligator toes flexing above you, flecking smelly drops of sweat over you before slamming down on you. You're pushed hard against the polished, no-longer-cold floor below, squished at an extreme pressure and feeling your body give in. The extreme smell begins to cover you, and you immediately moan hard at the scent, your cock smushed against two hot surfaces. The foot pushes against your head, then pulls back to squeeze your groin and legs. You push against the foot, trying to get some of the crushing pressure off of you, but it just keeps getting more, and more intense; You have got to be bearing a ton worth of gator. (text-style:"expand")[(text-style:"bold")["I'm keeping you."]] You groan, feeling the weight pull back, but your form is utterly stuck to the sweaty, sticky foot above you, and you're carried up and forwards, a single step that then crushes down once more against the floor. Your moan is stifled against a hot, soaked alligator toe as you cum hard against your suit with the next step. Your toes curl, and limbs fall lax at your sides, stuck to the sides of this behemoth of a foot. You eventually feel the familiar surface of a treadmill's bottom on your back, and moan as the alligator calmly begins jogging on it, your form squished over, and over again. Every step carries the full weight of this green pile of muscle, your head getting stuck between the rank digits and your jaw letting some fresh, spicy sweat trickle down your mouth. You don't really keep track of how many times you nut from the feeling of being flattened against an alligator foot, but you lose consciousness before reaching the end of the gator's shift. [[Next|GymFeetBath]]

You wake up sore, the smell of fresh, intense cum almost choking you awake, as well as the intense heat surrounding you. You are in the Gym's showers, utterly covered in a sticky, hot coat of cum, your suit nowhere to be seen. You crawl out of your confinement, finding it to be a massive, steaming and worn sock, filled to the brim with cum. Groggily, you make your way to the nearest shower and give yourself a rinse before looking for a suit. It's also filled with cum and tied off like a condom, which takes a minute to undo... You do give the heaping amounts of nut a thorough taste, still horny from the previous ordeal. $ber["Mmphf, beautiful. I'm beginning to wonder just how much pleasure comes from that chip, and how much comes from just your kinky, unhinged self. Maybe once I turn that thing off and tie my talons around your mouth like a ball-gag we will know for sure~."] (set:$gfeet to 2) (display:"GymBathroom")

The rafters seem to span a long stretch, West to East, ending to your East, but dragging on through the West. Occasionally, you'll see a missing panel on the bottom, and peek down on the destroyed part of the ship, finding that there is a floor, barely lit. The rattling of your movements send the errant bolt, scrap of metal or wrench down and onto the floor below, echoing with little dinks and clunks... You can't tell if it's the strange shape of this sundered room, but some echoes don't quite match. They sound like snarls, or groans that last but for a moment. [[East|RaftWex]] (Mall?) [[West|RafterW]]

Fluorescent tubes lit the corridors in dim light. Better than none, except that most of the tubes flicker on and off, carrying an eerie hum as you walk along the hallway. (unless:(history:)contains "Mall-H-W-W")[Darting right to left, a leathery, elongated figure scurries past the light's reach, crossing rooms. Its body is gray-yellow from what you were able to glimpse. ] You see a room to the South, and the hall stretches both East and West. [[East|Mall-H-W]] (Mall) [[West|Mall-H-W-W-W]] (Unknown) [[South|Mall-H-W-W-S]] (Unknown)

Some terrible structural damage has utterly collapsed a great deal of this next stretch, the door to your West razed and transformed into a pile of useless steel. Whatever isn't metal is covered in the ever-present foam the ship uses as an anti-vacuum seal. The East side of the hall is a bit more intact, and better lit than this pitch black side. You could try climbing up to the visible, near-intact rafters above the crushed door to your West, or head down the East hallway. [[East|Mall-H-W-W]] (Mall) [[West|RaftersEnt]] (Into the rafters)

You slowly peek out the doorway, the incredibly dark room near pitch black as you poke your head in. Breath escapes you as two thin clawed fingers clasp at your lower jaw and drag you in. You are quick enough to press both hands against the doorway and keep yourself still, whatever thing that's grabbing you having enough strength to keep pulling, nearly drawing blood. The hand relents, then begins drawing back; As it does, you see the brief outline of some leathery beast, a collage of limbs that don't make any scientific sense, crash down against you, sending you tumbling out and causing you to hit your back flat against the wall behind you. Consciousness drifts out of you momentarily, and as you get your bearings, you can hear squelches taking up your vicinity, your legs quickly enveloped by a slimy, tubular passage. You reach down to grab anything, but cursed be the smooth, metallic floor as it offers nothing to pull onto. Thrust by thrust, darkness takes your lower half, squishes and schlorps echoing as the heat surges through your feet and up your legs, a spray of slimy, musky goop raining down on your front. You push yourself forwards and grab at the meaty, engorged pole that's schlopping you in foot by foot, and promptly get three elongated arms; Two of them grab at each of your arms, and one grabs your face and shoves it towards the appendage. Hot, slimy cum drools towards your front, and you get stuck right in the midsection against the monster's cockmeat, causing it to thrust you against the wall, trying to force you into it. Your loins ache and your member jolts into stiffness as you moan and feel it rubbing against slimy flesh. The creature's grip on your face covers your mouth, stifling your moans as it thrusts harder and harder, growling in pleasure. You feel bliss wash over you as an orgasm rocks you, just in time for your midsection to finally slip inside. The rest of your twitching, panting form soon joins the passage below. Heat billows from the sack beneath the beast, legs curling up first before the rest of you messily plops inside, splashing against musky, salty cum. You slump forwards, utterly caked in white goop, still basking in the afterglow of your cumshot. $ber["Again."] Air gets caught on the back of your throat, as another gout of pleasure is poured straight into your brain. You clutch your cock and fall backwards, jerking yourself off through the suit. Your upper half falls through the pool of nut, and hot, slimy goodness starts to pour into it, causing you to feel your body pressed against goopy latex. Another orgasm rocks you with a loud moan. $ber["And again."] Half-way through the blissful release, you start jacking yourself once more, overstimulation causing you to kick in a mixture of frustration and unhinged pleasure. You feel the sagging organ sway left and right, depositing hot loads of cum onto you, as you greedily open your mouth and swallow mouthfuls of it. You hear the same words echo once more, and you're already feeling your overstimulated cock produce more pleasure than you can manage, you feel consciousness drift out of you slowly, and with another orgasm. --- "Hrgh-, Hrggh, hrggh, Hhhrrgg-hh--..." Sitting down against a corner of the hallway, the strange, alien-looking beast strokes its cock with two arms, while two aggressively mush the bulge in its grotesquely inflated nuts, as they schlop, squelch and groan. The beast gives out low roars as it squeezes harder and strokes faster, legs kicking, dragging against metal and sending showers of sparks from its clawed feet. Finally, the growl gets caught on the back of its throat, as it twitches and sends forth massive, thick jets of cum against the dark walls of the ship. ***SsschhHHPLAT, SPLAT, SCHPLAT, SPLAT...Squelchh...*** Slimy, thick strands slowly sag down from the plastered remains of your form. As the beast settles down on its intense orgasm, it plucks a little strip of latex out of its cockhead, examining it for a moment before thrusting the goopy attire into its maw. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1vf4KNAuP60rxi4ZKMRgH72A370XpQqtm" style=width:300px;height:300px; >

You enter the expansive bathroom, a few beefy-looking anthros finishing up a sweaty workout routine and giving you a sideglance. One of them, an absolutely swole slab of meat of a rhyno gives you a keen look, before walking off. You get into one of the surprisingly clean stalls, finding the commodities to be... a little too large for you. Even the toilet paper is as big as your head. Something that peaks your curiosity is the empty hole on one of the walls, definitely big enough for your entire form to fit through, marked with a metallic ring, and, as you peek through it, it seems to carry over in the same exact position for every stall, you can see the tail-end of a lion walking out of the bathroom three stalls down. You're fairly sure that this leaves these walls useless when you can just peek into the next stall. You lock the door, and head towards the oversized toilet, when a similar sound clicks from the next stall over. The same leathery gray from the rhino you had just seen blocks light from the hole, and out of it, a gigantic, uncut dong slips through it at half mast. (if:$musk is 1)[The incredibly spicy, steaming cock easily fills the atmosphere with the sweaty smell of man.] Your breath chokes up for a little bit, and the slab of meat throbs once, otherwise unmoving from its current position. [[Suck it|GymCock]] [[Leave|GymCockL]]

(if:$panda is 1)[(display:"GymToilet")](else:)[Disgusting, echoing sounds permeate the surroundings of the secluded bathroom section, (text-color:"#826923")[FRRRTBLphgt.... Squelch, squelch, squelch... FFRRRRRRRRRRRTT.] The smell of fresh filth fill your lungs and cause your nostrils to wrinkle for a second, then flare out. Like a moth drawn to a flame, your willpower falters in but a second, and you're moving with half of your drive to do so. You get in the bathroom, and open the stall where the disgusting, alluring sounds are coming from, finding a large, chunky anteater unloading sloppy mounds of their produce down, not a toilet, but a brown-furred creature taking the place of one. Their belly bulges with every squelch of scat being added to their massive gut, squishing their rock-hard cock, and the long-snouted anthro looks your way, a sly grin painting across their face. "Look at that. My replacement toilet just arrived." He stands, filth dangling from his hind as he saunters forth, making the Red Panda on the back a little more visible, if only coated in steaming browns from the chest-up. You hear the plaps of his slop carelessly staining the polished floor, and he simply looks at you, motioning to his ass. "Bury your face in my shitter, boy." You don't hesitate, at least, not the part of you that matters. You trail around him, drop to your knees, and (text-color:"#826923")[squeeeelch] your face in there, hot filth caking all around you, puffing out like cream and easily coating one half of your head in the disgusting, stinking anteater dung. You hear the muffled moaning of the red panda behind you, and a furred paw tugs you out of the crack. "Seems like your replacement has some steam in them, I guess I can make you two work." You're half-dragged towards the stall, the red panda a little more visible now that he appears to have "gotten rid" of the pile on him. You see just a little of his face before you're shoved against it, squishing your dung-coated face in his. He immediately engages in a messy kiss, and you reciprocate. A few minutes in, you feel the anteater give a grunt as he jacks himself off onto you both, nonchalantly turning around and closing the door of the stall. Both you and the addled, moaning red panda continue your rough frenching until you've lapped yourselves clean. You can feel your gut rumbling from its impromptu, bitter meal. You eventually finish up your task and both carry on your ways after a few gropes and teases. [[Next|GymBathroom]]](set:$panda to 1)

You muscle yourself up to the open rectangle above the sundered door, crawling up to the rafters. (display:"Rafters")

You climb down the rafters, stretching your legs a little bit. (display:"Mall-H-W-W-W")

(if:$rafter is 0)[\ You keep on crawling along the broken pieces of the rafters, keeping to the beams that keep these panels afloat, when your knee causes the metal you're around to give in, panels dropping one by one and crashing loudly onto the floor below. Your body falls but your dumb luck wills your torso to be wrapped mid-fall by loose cables that once were live. The skittering sounds of metal being scratched echo around you, though you can't see directly below you, you hear a number of snarls, growls. Some guttural, some so high pitched they send a chill up your upside-down spine. (if:$musk is 1)[ The smell here is intense, earthy, skunky... pungent.] You look up, dazed from your sudden fall; The rafters are about a foot up, you muscle your way up, trying to reach the edges of the ceiling. And succeed! For a second. The wires snap, and holding on the edges of the metal, you swing forwards, and back. Forwards, and back. You hear the snap of the wires hitting the ground, a shriek and a skitter immediately afterwards. [[Next|Rafter1]] ](else:)[The panels stop, the road ahead is impossible to trek being only bare, thin beams of flimsy metal. There is, however, a drop on the panels that sunk this way that you could probably use to climb down onto the dark depths below. [[Climb down|RafterM]] [[Back|Rafters]] (Mall?)]

You steady yourself as you get to a comfortable, sturdy set of panels, spreading your weight just in case. Slowly, methodically, you go the only way you can see the panels leading to: North. The dull, resonating bangs of your legs and elbows bending the metallic panels outwards is constant, and you can hear the immediate sounds of a dozen beings scurrying right below it, tracking you from below. About a minute of this tense crawling and you see a way out: The panels are missing, but you can see the faint glow of a door below, where these beings are. The light beeps, receptive to the chip on your head, it's probably open, but you'd have to risk it. Looking around for any alternative solutions, you see it, the top of this metallic roof has a giant ventilation grate, above which you can see and hear a figure panting, the barely audible schlip of something wet moving rapidly is enough evidence to what they're doing. [[Swing from the grate|RaftEndS]] [[Try to pry the grate down|RaftBlue]]

(display:"RaftEnd")

Softness catches you. Three long limbs hold you in place as you see a red panda alongside you, also caught by the many beasts of the land. Most of them don't have eyes, just elongated, egg-shaped maws, bulbous bodies that give way to grotesquely immense cocks, plump cunts, and giant assholes. (if:$musk is 1)[The smell is extremely spicy; Stale, sweaty. It sears into your nostrils with the heat of a forge, seeing the smelly steam waft from the many genitals slowly hovering your way.] You hear the muffled protests of the panda as he squirms and struggles, the tearing of fabric followed afterwards, as sharp claws render the creature's clothing into scraps. Two arms hold you by the shoulders, keeping you still as another claw bisects your suit. The rubbery gear splits like butter, soundless as a beast saddles up between your legs, holding them aloft at its sides as it drapes a gigantic dong, the size of your torso on your stomach. You gasp, looking at the creepy head of the beast as it feels around for your body, eventually finding your butt, and give out a protest that is quickly muffled by a beefy pair of hot nuts covering your entire face. The rod slips into you, eliciting a lewd, muffled moan as it immediately bulges against your stomach. You hold the outlined rod as it pushes deeper, the taint squelching around your forehead, draping sweat all over your head. [[Next|RaftEnd1]]

"Huh?" You grab a nearby pipe and pry at the seams, feeling the hinges begin to give with your pushes. The whole thing shifts to a side, and you hear the thuds of the being above stumbling to a side, looking down and making eye contact with you: It's a red panda, one that appears to have noticed what you're doing as their eyes are widening. It doesn't get very far, the whole thing comes apart and you pull yourself out as the grate slams down, a lithe panda person coming down with a small, breathless yelp. You hear the grate violently slam on metal, but you don't hear the panda impact... *"MPGHHH!! MPHH, MMFHHFH... MPFHHhHhhh... Mpfhh...mmfmhhh..mhh..."* A cacophony of wet, echoing squelches rings out from beneath you, a halo of light now visible from the roof above you now that the grate is gone. Peeking down, you see the panda, surrounded with what looks to be a near dozen strange, leathery creatures. You fail to see most of their bodies, but their massive appendages are very clear: Titanic puckers, uncut cocks the size of your legs, sagging nuts, arms holding the poor male up as these things begin assaulting him from every side. (if:$musk is 1)[The smell is absolutely intense: Stale, stinky, manly. The sounds of greasy rods and asses rubbing against a very distressed, squirming panda are macabre, and you catch yourself beginning to slip a hand down your suit, rubbing your own self.] *Squorch... Squelch... schlip, schlip... squelllcch... (if:$filth is 1)[Frrrrpt...]* [[Watch|RaftBlue1]] [[Go for the exit|RaftExit]]

The light from the open roof casts a perfect square beam onto the action below, the poor panda lifted by many hands and arms of several, leathery creatures, all with the same lewd drive for this panda. You see him gasp, clearly scared yet aroused. An arm tugs at his own, and a massive pucker comes into view, swallowing the entire arm with a simple, wet *Schhlorp*. (if: $musk is 1)[The hot, oppressive steam coming up from this action is palpable, an unnatural heat seems to come from these beings, as you see a massive nutsack, each testicle the size of the panda's head, draping over his leaking, twitching cock, the greasy nuts beginning to rub up and down, giving the squirming fur a slimy balljob.] You see his gut bulge out, hard, the outline of a thick pole on his stomach as he gasps, back arching reactively at this. The hips of yet another figure come into view, slapping the member down to the hilt. The panda's cock bounces back, his body jostling gently back, held by all of the lewd members, asses and balls around him. Another asshole wraps around his other arm, squelching down to the shoulder; You hear a guttural, low moan. (if:$filth is 1)[A massive (color:"#826923")[*"PHHHRBRLBRLBLBRLBLT"*] ripples from the holes surrounding the panda's shoulders, the thick rims of the donuts rippling as they send brown-hued clouds of gas out around his form. He coughs and gags, the disgusting scent mingling with the stale, moist smell of sweat and filth, wafting up and hitting you in hot waves of air.] The slimy buttholes hilt on the flustered, moaning panda's shoulders, retracting back to his wrists, and schlopping down again. One arm tugs at his bouncing leg and shoves a footpaw against a torso-sized, flared horsecock. Another beastly growl rings out as his leg is gobbled up by yet another appendage. The Panda throws his head back in a most primal moan, but it is cut short as another cock slips onto his mouth, the immediate bulge of his throat visible as his face is out of view. All you can see is his throat, dick outlining it forwards and backwards. (if:$musk is 1)[The smell hits you again. Greasy rods and holes, the visible glisten of sweat, precum and slime all caking this poor panda, locked by dozens of appendages.] The filthy show is dark, but you can't turn away. You have to put a hand to your mouth to stop yourself from panting at the action, your other hand already caressing your rock-hard member. A part of you really wants you to be there, fighting the other side of your brain. A third asshole, this one bigger than the rest, slips into view swallowing the last visible limb of the panda, a dull, wet pop resonating in the sundered chamber. His gut bounces with two different poles pistoning in and out of him, his own penis twitching and bouncing, before sending a powerful, hands-free cumshot up and back at his bouncing, jostling form. The orgasm is really the only sign of life you see of him, as his face is obscured by the dick pushing in and out of him. A growl breaks the pistoning of both members, and as they hilt hard, you see the Panda's belly slowly growing, inflating from the bottom until it is a big bulge along his midsection... then the distending weight drapes off to the sides. Both of them pull out, this messy cacophony of torrenting, thick cum plopping down in chunks causing your legs to quiver. (if:$filth is 1)[(color:"#826923")[*"BRRRPPPFHRTRRRHFFRRRBLBLBLBLT"*] Yet another rippling fart, except that this one comes from the giant asshole slurping up the panda's leg, as it delivers a massive payload of brown slime out and covering most of the lower section of the panda. The rest of the panda bobs slightly up and down, probably a struggle from many of his restraints. ]Several streaks of cum fly from different directions, covering the panda's upper body in cum. The creatures do not yield, and the Panda is still locked by restraints. He gasps out, cum trickling out of his mouth as he heaves and begins calling for help. It lasts for a second before his head is slipped into yet another asshole, sealing a little more of his fate. Massive cumshots fill the space, groans and roars from unseen creatures all permeating this space in pearly white. A few streaks catch you on the face, the potent jets of nut caking parts of the ceiling. You stumble back, feeling the pungent taste in the back of your mouth, the kinky spectacle proving a little too much for you. You nut hard into your suit, watching the poor panda being slowly carried away(if:$filth is 1)[, caked in steaming, brown and white sludge]. His body ocasionally twitches as he's carried out of sight. [[Go for the exit|RaftExit]]

You hang down from the rafters, swinging forwards and landing with a roll. The door opens automatically, reactive to your chip, and you run towards it, hearing the skittering of the same creatures now diving after you. The thud of the door closing on the next corridor is music to your ears, followed by muffled thumps. Seems like you're in the clear for now, so long as you don't approach the door. You are now facing West. (display:"AHall")(set:$panda to 1)

The hallways in here look plain, function over aesthetic. Plain black metal with white lights every five feet at both sides. The hallway carries many doors to the sides, but most of them look locked and deactivated. You see the door to the East looks like it has taken one hell of a beating, something trying to get this way from the other side. The light on the sensor indicates it might be open. [[East|AHallEast]] (Mall...?) [[West|AHallWest]] (Unknown) =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=17o_P-zqAFABj8UqNlcMpWpVDXdd7yU5N" style=width:500px;height:500px; > <==

(display:"RaftEnd")

You get to see the Panda for hours be used and abused right alongside you, sometimes you're even pressed against one another like dolls as you're stuffed to the brim with immense amounts of monster nut. But eventually, one of the many holes pushes a bit too far down his shoulders, swallowing him up into (if:$filth is 1)[steaming, filth-caked bowels. You hear the farts, schlops and squelches as he's quickly turned into a massive load of hot, slimy shit.](else:)[layers upon layers of fat.] You, however, get a front row seat to the beast's every whim and desire. Your will breaks within the first few days, turned into sheer pleasure. At some point within the hazy period where you're stuffed into holes or have things stuffed into your holes, you end up chained against a table, torso propped up as you're left as a trophy of a dildo for public use. You last that way for several weeks, at least until one of them gets a little too greedy and takes your whole body in.(if:$filth is 1)[ By the time the beast lifts back up, the chains are surrounding nothing but logs of bound, steaming scat.](else:)[ Your fate is unfortunately sealed as you're churned into nothing but mass for one of these deranged aliens.]

=><= (if:$place is "mall")[Commercial District](else-if:$place is "septic")[(text-style:"smear")[Septic District]](else-if:$place is "alien")[(text-style:"Shadow")[Compromised District]](else-if:$place is "cryo")[Cryostasis unit](else-if:$place is "hub")[Fast-access Hub](else-if:$place is "cargo")[Cargo Bay](else-if:$place is "ber")[Secondary Command unit](else-if: $place is "gunner")[Gunner Deck](else:)[**UNKNOWN**](if:$Teleportation is 1)[ (display:"Teleportation")] <==

You get a good hold of the grate, and steady yourself, ready for your jump; As you go to jump, however, the shift of your hands causes the grate to slide out of place, and the back gives way, causing you to swing a little too hard, slamming your entire body on the ceiling, before losing your grip. You flail, limbs outstretched to catch anything around you, bracing and closing your eyes waiting for the inevitable impact. (display:"RaftEnd")

(set:$owner to "taur")

One of the many faces staring at you perks up, a 4 ft. tall, void-black creature sporting horns and a thin, nervous tail. Whatever angle you're looking at it from it seems to have a thin, dark-red outline. It scurries up to you, gives you a look, then looks over to the Jackal and speaks out with a shrill voice "HMmM-- Yesyesyes, this one is with us--ME. I take him now." The guard gives this exchange a look of disbelief, but before he can react, a tight leash is attached to your neck and begins tugging, as the demon-creature is already darting away, still clutching a bag of groceries on one claw, and your stumbling, leashed form on the other. (set:$owner to "demon")(display:"Imps1")

The light rustle of thin metal, maybe small chains, accompanies the foggy interior, a spice most noxious until after you breathe it in the third time or so. The soft, dark purples of this tent give it a distinctive aura that nearly mutes all external sound. "Mmmhh..." A feminine, weathered voice, smooth and wise. It bellows from the very back, a large rocking chair on which a jet-black panther sits, her tail curling around a massive orb of a belly; it is laying on a table in front of her, facing you. Different mandalas, ornaments both metallic and woven hanging around the distended stomach, like if it was an object of admiration. "Human, eyes forward." You look up at the slender face of the panther, her left paw tracing symbols in paints across the top of her bulging midsection, right paw holding the head of some sort of Hookah. "It is rude to stare without first introducing oneself." She exhales a large puff of violet smoke, and it seeps into your lungs. You'd cough, but it's almost as if you didn't need to breathe. Air becomes light, light becomes darkness. Your vision clarifies like a torch was shining from your eyes alone. [[Approach|Shaman1]]

(if:$trap is <0)[[[Place a trap down|WormsTrap]] ](if:$worms is 2)[(display:"wormcaught")]There doesn't seem to be anyone home, by the looks of it. The inside is just as plain as the outside, except for a number of glass casings sitting on the back wall of this tent, several strange forms moving inside. (if:$worms is 0)[You peer closer, drawn in by the faint sound of something small plapping against glass, and get a good look at these containers.] They're worms, big ones, as big as your entire arm, some as big as your entire body. They strain against one another, haphazardly placed in these glass chambers and pushing with all of their might against these tight containers.(if:$worms is 1)[ An empty glass container sits at the center of the room, worms you've released before.] (if:$worms is 0)[[[Let some out|Worms1]]](else:)[[[Look for more clues|Worms2]]] [[Nevermind|WormLeave]] (if:$worms is 0)[ =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1ADp5fUjHypgLPp-8fZbHqRQBmRn-Ktg7" style=width:500px;height:300px; > ]

A lithe lizard stands the most flamboyant among the other salespeople, he swings around this girthy, dark-red replica of some sort of beast cock, it even throbbing and dripping some clear pre. "Ah! A human, truly the pinnacle of stretch. Come! Let me show you for absolutely free how this little thing works!" Some people stop, and look at this exchange, as you begin walking up to the green-tinted lizard, his clothes a horribly-clashing bright blue coat and orange pants. As you approach he urges you to grab it, and you do, the base is some sort of metallic ring that surrounds what appears to be a life-sized beast cock, warm to the touch, and throbbing... You quickly notice the lack of a proper base, and wince as a thick liquid is sprayed over your jaw. The lizard holds a bottle of lube, which he squirts on you before applying it liberally around your entire mouth, before angling the thing towards your mouth. "Now you see it..." ***SCHLORP!!*** Your eyes shoot wide open as a foot and a half of this thing slips into your throat like butter, causing you to gag and sputter. The hot rod throbs and bulges, you can feel it strain against your throat. Suddenly, you've got a good chunk of the mall staring right at this show, and the salesman continues his stunt without flinching. "Aaand gone!" You can see the lizard's arm sticking out of your mouth, having pushed the thing all the way in, you can even feel the tip poking at your stomach. The lithe salesman dives in a little further to get some leverage and pull it out, your form still gagging in surprise. [[Pull back from his grasp|DildoDis]] [[Lean in towards the salesman|DildoEat]]

You peer in, closer to some of these things, and find the latch to the main case to be on the back of it, a good few deadbolts holding this thing locked down. One by one, you slide them all out, and the glass slams down with a bassy *wham*, pushed open by the half-dozen worms struggling to leave their prison. You back away as one of the larger ones plaps against your face, leaving it slimy, but they all seem to scurry out of the tent. [[Release the rest|Worms2]](set:$worms to 1) [[Leave|WormLeave]]

You leave the worms to their... wormy task, and retreat back. (display:"Mall")

The other containers are thicker, and more... secure. The one on the right has a padlock that you're unsure you'll be able to crack, while the one on the left has some sort of enigmatic device, some sort of puzzle, holding it shut. The symbol catches your attention, An upside-down crown, though where the base would be there is instead a semi-circle with some bumps on it, like an uneven ball. You've spent a good few minutes in here, but you could search a little more and push your luck. [[Search for a key|Worms3]] [[Take your leave|WormLeave]]

You spot a small night table sitting on the back, facing towards a wall, and slide it your way. It has a hidden cubby that you reach into, but, suddenly, your head gets slammed against the top of it by a thick mitt. "Gettin' into stuff y'aint supposed to see, are we?" Your hands get painfully yanked behind your back, and your assailant pulls you straight against them. Definitely a he, judging from the spongy bulge pressing against your butt. "I don't suppose you're my contact, right? Don't mean I can't use ya, still." You're pushed out of their grasp, and catch your footing next to one of the closed containers, turning around and seeing the tent's owner for the first time. His muzzle is surprisingly elongated, reminiscing of a dragon, a hefty, muscular build shaping him even past the familiar type of latex suits you're used to seeing. His obscene bulge doesn't seem to mind the tightness. He tosses you a key, which you catch just so that it doesn't hit you in the face. "Ya wanna see what's in there? Be my guest." [[Open the glass box|Worms4]] [[...Nah.|WormsDude]]

The padlock clicks, and the sound of the curtains being drawn close echo from behind you as your companion leaves the tent. The worms inside seem to stop moving as you start opening the box. What you once thought were many worms now just appears to be a single, python-sized string, coiled up in its tremendous mass; it twitches just barely as the box opens, and you peer in, trying to coax it out. Bad move. It jumps out, wrapping its heavy length around your neck and causing you to stumble back. It keeps wrapping, around your armpit, hugging your shoulder; Pounds and pounds of worm weigh you down, and you end up falling on the ground, groaning in response. Almost on queue, your protest is silenced by the head of the worm sliding into your mouth, causing you to gag and struggle. With its slimy body, shapeless form, and undulating movements, you're soon feeling it work down your throat, and deeper inside. Your hands shake as you try pulling it off, feeling the bumps of its massive head down your stomach, coiling, pushing, shoving. Your eyelids lull back as the stretching on your throat proves a little too pleasurable for you. Within the minute, its thin tail-end is sticking out of your lips, saliva and slime running down your lower lips as you feel your engorged belly pulsate with its new inhabitant. The thick, coiling bulges outline your intestines as the worm shoves itself deeper and deeper in you, until you can feel your lower intestines stretch and widen. It's a trip. (set:$worms to 2)[] (if:$filth is 1)[[[Next|Worms5]]]\ (else:)[[[Next|MallWorms]]]

"That's wha' I thought. Smart brains on the human." He approaches you once more, his stature a foot and a half taller than you as he grabs you by the head and forces you to your knees. You comply without a bead of hesitation, the chip in your temple making decisions for you. The dragon man grabs you by the head and presses your face against his girthy, bulging manhood, causing you to hear the *squeeeeelch* of his sweaty crotch against you, your own member throbbing from the display of dominance. He doesn't let go, instead takes a few steps forwards and forces you onto the floor, teabagging you thoroughly. "Get a good look 'ere, cause if I see ya messin' with biological weapons, it ain't goin' to end well for your pretty face." He stands up, matter-of-factly, and walks off. [[Next|Mall]]

"Saheelah." You're already on your knees in front of the table, staring at the massive, gurgling gut in front of you. The panther gives you a more dedicated look, just above your eye-line from her chair. She gives the sides of the stomach a good grope, showing you the sheer girth of its contents. It's packed dense, and mostly unmoving. "You carry an otherworldly scent, you know not of our ways." You don't even feel your chip acting up, you're just pushing your face up to the mushy appendage from will alone, though she does not react. "In here, life isn't binary, death is but a transition. Your ancestors engineered life until life could be contained no further. Now, we are unhinged, and your ancestors are our nourishment, to be one with the next generation." Your hands idly go to either sides of the curving organ, her furred, warm paws grab yours and push deeper within, feeling and hearing the squelch of packed fat squish and give like putty, thin metallic chains faintly dangling around it. Your loins ache with an unbridled heat, and you have to keep yourself from panting. "Fate willed it that I do not transform yet another sacrifice into their next life. Perhaps life has crueler intentions for your kind." She pulls you by the wrists, causing your upper body to stumble forwards and press hard against the layers of fat. You feel your body sink in a few inches, eliciting gurgles, glorps, squelches. A stifled moan escapes you, and you feel your own manhood twitching between your legs, knees buckling as an orgasm rocks your body from the sensation alone. "Or perhaps a lesson is due, and you will return once you change this world, for better or for worse." You're released, and you stumble up, feeling your hot, sticky produce run down one of your legs; The panther gives you a small look, a nod, and then gets back to decorating her stomach. [[Leave|Mall]](set:$shaman to 1)

You look in the mirror; The latex suit does hide some, but doesn't do a lot for the lower half of your bulging stomach. You feel the worm's fat tip poke out of your asshole, causing you to lean forwards and support yourself on the mirror. Your legs quiver and your cock stiffens, eliciting a few moans from you. Then, it dives back inside, having tested the limits of your insides. A hunger washes over you, one that stems from the deepest of your desires. Your instinct takes over as you stumble out of the tent, and lock eyes with the first creature you see: A fat, blue and gray wolftaur, certainly three times as big as you, waddling along with several bags along its arms, fully naked. But that's not what you focus on. It's his massive, truck tire of a hole, it stirs a hunger you've not felt in your whole life. You feel a small poke in the very center of your stomach, and you go towards the beast, schlopping your head in there and giving that humongous ass a proper eating. You feel the creature flinch, but not pull away. "Psh, who does this lapdog think he is?" Weight and gravity shift as the massive hole goes upwards and against you, pinning you roughly against the ground. Your sucking and licking stifles your moan as suddenly the entire rubbery, slimy flesh presses you against metal, sucking on you like a suction cup. "Still goin' at it? Let's knock him out, then." ***FFFFFRRHRPRHPHPHPHTPHTPTHTSHHHHHHH--*** A titanic fart erupts from the hole, one that rocks your entire body with hot, stinking air, flapping away at the sides of the hole that now encompasses you. The bulging worm within your stomach stir, causing the head to squirm in your bowels, brushing past your prostate. Your moans only intensify, slobber and slime jetting past you from the blasts of hot wind all around you. You have to pace yourself to stop you from passing out, taking a second to breathe in the packed and hotboxed chamber. You can feel the moisture of the thick, musky rim emanating a heat that you're addicted to. But your hunger is not quite sated yet. **SsschPLOP!** The black hole slips off of the floor, revealing your sweat-covered, steaming form. "Damn, lights still on." You see for a brief second at the show you've stirred. There's quite a crowd gathering for this kinky display, but that's all you get before the hole encompasses your form once more, the last thing you hear is a deep gurgle from the beast before you. "Might as well give this freak what he wants." Another fart blasts the room, causing your cock to tense and throb, nearly coaxing an orgasm out of you from the smell and sensation alone. You nuzzle a little deeper and lick at the slimy flesh, feeling the rippling, low rumble of something building inside. Any sensible part of you would be afraid, but there's none of that, you want it. Feeling the hot, black flesh part with a crackle is like sweet, familiar music. You part your lips and open wide, feeling a mound of rank, slimy sludge pour into you. Bitterness is replaced with a most welcoming pleasure, like drinking bliss itself; You swallow massive heaps of shit without a worry, feeling your cock pulse with every gulp, your throat stretching and your stomach bulging even further. Scat piles up along your form, filling the entire vacuum space you're on. Consciousness leaves you with a tremendous cumshot that fills your body with bliss. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1mkUbDiYG5yGTAAoC1mX7TBrZ6aV7MwnI" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> <==== Minutes pass before the massive hole plops out of the floor, leaving a huge pile of messy dung. You manage to crawl little by little out of the blissful pile, feeling the small sag at the front of your pants, and the massive sag in your stomach. You see some people with bewildered looks towards what they expected to be a digested human, as well as the same taur, delivering a massive wad of sticky nut your way. It sends you flying back onto the pile. The taur is promptly fined for failure to keep the premises clean, and you're... kinda left there. Eventually you feel your guts shrink enough to where you are able to walk on your own, though you don't feel the worms bulging your midsection anymore. [[Next|WormsF]]

You hoist up the obscene bulge, watching it ever so faintly begin to sink in deeper within you. You *hope* it will go away in time. (display:"Mall")

(display:"Gym2")

You are about to reach into your pocket when the machine in front of you beeps; No coin slot is visible, but a screen on the side reads "--9999999999999999--" and just keeps scrolling.(if:$filth is 1)[ As you lean in, you can also see... diapers on sale, near the bottom. They are massive, some of them even spanning an entire row.] You pick one of the more expensive-looking drinks and sit on one of the benches to rest up. There's a number of figures you could also approach; (unless: (history:) contains "GymBubble")[A green, humanoid-yet-small looking green female form is sitting on her titanic pair of cheeks, nearly encompassing one of the double benches as she towels herself off.] Another bench has a busty, large anthropomorphic Arctic Wolf, wearing a simple black T-shirt that reads "**MEME**" in white. Her stretched, black yoga pants bulge obscenely, and none of her form seems winded in the least, as she's happily tapping away on her phone. (unless: (history:) contains "GymBubble")[[[Approach the green girl|GymBubble]]] [[Approach the Arctic Wolf|GymBem]] [[Get back to the front|GymStore]] (if:$filth is 1)[[[Buy a diaper|diap]]]

(display:"Bubble")

(display:"Bem")

WIP!!! (That stands for Work In Progress. Unfinished.) What once was a VIP lounge back when humans populated the ship, has been repurposed into an ostentatious display of dark reds, crimson banners, and low muted purples accompanying the bass-heavy techno that blares within. Several lithe, demonic entities guard the gate, a few of them tapping on their small mobile devices while a large, bulbous creature carrying a familiar-looking staff holds the double doors leading within. (if:$owner is not "demon")[He speaks in a blubbery, low tone, his vowels dragging along *"Youuw.. Huuumen. Cannnooout. Goiiin."* [[Ask to be let in|Blub1]] [[Back|ImpHallway]]]\ (if:$owner is "demon")[The familiar demon tugs at the collar on your neck, dragging you inside. "What do you have for me, Gare?" The lithe figure displays the leash of your form to an exceptionally tall, regal-looking fox, thin ornamental chains dangling from his hip. He leans in close, and inspects you thoroughly. "Well color me in-fucking-pressed. You've done it again." He fishes for a golden slip of paper and hands it to the ecstatic creature, as it snatches it away and hops away from the two of you. "Well, let's break you in, shall we?" (display:"Impsown")]

(display:"Mall")

(set:$sales to 2)*SSssshlip!* You lean back from surprise alone as the arm shoves a little deeper, causing you to release the lizard's arm as you stumble and fall flat onto your butt. The lizard looks in shock at his empty, slobber-ridden arm, before angrily snapping towards you. Then tackling you. Gasps fill your surroundings as there's a very angry lizard in bright clothes trying to forcibly open your jaw. You struggle, keeping the skittering thing from unhinging it with his thin claws. "HEY, YOU RAT, **GIVE ME BACK MY COCK!!!**" You push him up and away with a swiftly placed kick, causing him to stumble back. He rolls comically on his small frame, regaining his footing at the foot of one of the many Jackal guards, who eyes him down viciously. "Wh-- He juh... He took m**GHK--!!**" A thick hand wraps around his neck, cutting his words short as he's carried away from the premises. You slowly dust yourself off, poking at the bulge in your stomach, and feeling it throb more. And more. You gasp as a hot, warm bulge spills from it, uniformly spreading across your insides and bloating it with heat. You have to keep yourself from moaning on the stage, stumbling down and walking in a single direction to save face; You do catch a glimpse of some bystanders walking towards the stage and nabbing some of the toys for themselves. [[Next|DildoF]]

You lean forwards with a subdued "Ackh-" as you're still trying to keep the tears from leaving your eyes, and the lizard grabs at the edge of your cheek for stability as he leans in with another arm. You feel his entire arm in you now, prodding and poking around your stomach. "Hrn-- Not only that, folks, but this thing is gated from an actual, subdued beast from the uncharted section! Meani--GH, stand still, sweetheart." He leans his entire upper body against you, shoulder bulging one of your cheeks as his lithe form digs in a little further and... "Theeere we goooaAAAAA**AAA**--" You lose your stability, too much pressure put against you at once causes you to fall onto your butt, feeling the painful sharp limbs twist and shove into your gullet. You get out of your daze, seeing-- and feeling, the lizard half-way inside of you, legs kicking wildly against the small, wooden stage you're sitting on. $ber["Aaaand... swallow."] Your throat relaxes, your eyelids lull, and your arms come forwards and begin stuffing the rest of the lizard in. You can feel the bulging head and shoulders in your stomach, beginning to curl as you put those kicking legs into your relaxed, slimy gullet one step at a time. Slobber runs down your maw as you finally get to the kicking lizard feet. (display:"DildoChoice")

(display:"Mall")

(color:#ad0d02)[**WARNING: CHIP INTERFERENCE DETECTED!**] (set:$sales to 1)[[Lick then swallow|DildoFeet]] [[Swallow|DildoSwallow]]

The webbed, soft pads flex and kick until you start licking, running your tongue over the slimy, curling toes and feeling the shiver run down (up?) the body, culminating in a most pleasurable vibration within your stomach. You can't resist jacking off to this entire ordeal, teasing the soles with small gulps that cause it to kick just a little, before pushing one of them all the way in with your index. The second one you grab with both hands, giving it a gentle massage as it worms its way down. (display:"DildoSwallow")

*Gh--Luuhk* Down those legs go, leaving delightful little trails as they slip down your throat. The taste is exotic, salty. *Slimy*. You feel the lithe thing curl up in your stomach, your suit adjusting to it rather well. The small bulges of its arms and legs send ripples of pleasure up your form, and you caress the impromptu meal you've just had. $ber["There you go. See? That's how it feels."] A massive burp shoots out of you, and you have to bring both hands up to tug as there is now a pair of pants half-way out of your mouth, soaked in slimy clear-green. Another burp sends a suit all on its own onto the floor, in a puddle of slobber. You moan to yourself as you feel the bulge begin to settle within your stomach, rubbing the figure within. You swear you can feel it humping inside of you. A figure in a tophat, light blue muzzle and fair, lithe frame passes by, dropping a card at your lap before walking off. "Fine show, come check us out." It reads "Lapbunch" and has a sky-blue depiction of a filled stomach atop lotus-sitting legs. It takes an hour of stirring and caressing, but the afterglow of your dinner eventually comes. The bulge settles into a uniform, pudgy one. Deep gurgles, squelches and groans echo out of it as it stirs no longer. You slowly stand back up, stepping over the puddles of the salesman' clothes.(if:$cock is 0)[ You also nab one of the human looking dildos, since they're easy to carry, and for no other reason.(set:$cock to 1)] [[Next|DildoF]] =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1O0FaCiPNN5wSY_T9Rjx-21K35GQwA_qk" style=width:500px;height:300px; >

Only when you approach this green alien lady does it dawn on you just how packed her behind is, her horn-adorned face turning to you with a smile as she's resting up the sweat she's built recently (Like, 90% of it comes from her butt). "Heya, fresh face. You're lookin' LEAN! You run a lot?" You are about to answer, when a loud '**SMACK!**' makes you flinch, as a hyena man gives the green-skinned creature a smack on the cheeks, causing the entire mass to ripple like gelatin. "HOT DAMN, LADY, YOU BE TH--*CKGH*" The catcall is unfortunately caught on his throat. The large arm holding him aloft by the neck might have something to do with it, too. Her smile is unchanging though, still looking your way as if nothing was happening. "How many squats it take to keep them thighs?" She gestures with her free hand towards your body, which is... alright-looking. A schlorp echoes through the back of the gym as the choking hyena is stuffed hard between gigantic green cheeks. She's forced to acknowledge the lack of space and lift one of her beanbags to allow her arm to fully stuff his face out of frame with a slimy, drawn-out *SHhhhLRPhT...* The lower half of the figure squirms, and the lady releases her grasp as you see the poor guy slowly drawn deeper until he is not visible anymore. "Name's Funa, by the by. Sorry if I'm talkin' a whole bunch, never met a human so damn good looking!" She smiles, (if:$filth is 1)[a massive green gout of gas sending forth a wet, steaming t-shirt out of the humongous ass beneath her, as she ]gives you a little pat on the shoulder, and walks away. "Give ya a little tour of the place later!" [[Next|Bubblef]]

(set:$funa to 1)(display:"Gym2")

You lean forwards and give the big tool a good grope, feeling it stiffen a bit, receptive to your touch. (if:$musk is 1)[The heat and musk emanating from it is intense and spicy.] You put your tongue against the fat tip, managing to barely fit your mouth around the head. The member begins withdrawing, pulling back against the other stall, and you follow it with your mouth until your head is basically through the hole to the next stall over. The rhino is now in full view, (if:$musk is 1)[and the smell is near extreme in here, ]as he gives you a wink, grabs at your hair, and begins pushing forwards. You feel the massive tool slip into you, bulging your throat obscenely and causing you to squirm from the choking sensation alone. He just keeps spearing into you, inch by inch pushing hot rhino flesh until it is sitting against your stomach. A small grunt is all you get, the cock retreats, leaving a void that it then gladly fills with a single thrust, then another. Each push of this pillar slams your butt against the opposite stall wall, your legs no longer hold you aloft, and you press both hands against your stomach, feeling the veiny dong pass through with every powerful push. A hand wraps around your midsection, one of the massive fingers unwittingly squishing your throbbing cock against your stomach, causing you to moan between gags. Your fleshlighted body ragdolls as the rhino takes full control over it. Eyes trail up and your breathing intensifies as you let loose an intense orgasm against your suit, feeling one of the beasts' fingers wrapping around your throbbing erection. It is an intense few minutes before the empty void fills you once more, you're dropped on the ground, and hold yourself up just in time to see the huge cockhead gape and let loose torrents of rhino nut your way. You catch some of it with your mouth, but the huge tool absolutely coats you in white. you moan(if:$musk is 1)[ and you sniff at the pungent, salty stuff] before gulping it down, feeling the heat of the creature's produce around and inside you. The rhino doesn't waste a moment, and leaves you to your messy, cum-ridden aftermath. [[Next|GymBathroom]]

You unlock the stall and open it as fast as you can, bolting for the exit, but when the door opens, there is no way out, just a huge pillar of gray. The rhino stands there, back against you, massive, sweaty cheeks right at your eye-level. You pull back, trying to back away, but the rhino fills the entire width of the stall and simply walks backwards, causing you to stumble against the toilet, back against the lid as he slams his thick cheeks against your face, lodging you between them. You can only gasp as you're pressed hard between (if:$musk is 1)[rank, musky ]asscheeks, sweat building up around you as the beast presses a little harder against the lid, lodging you nice and deep. You hear a small metallic series of rustles before darkness takes your behind; Before you can even protest, a pair of stretchy yoga pants cement your fate as the rhino's personal buttrag. The first minutes are hard, breathing is a chore in this tight space, and with every step the rhino makes, you are pushed against the other cheek. The heat(if:$musk is 1)[, along with the intense smell], is enough to coax a hard-on out of you, a deep squelch pushing you tighter into the buttcrack, and rubbing your entire front against a wrinkly, sweaty hole. Your moan is muffled as you feel your manhood pressing through tight, form-fitting latex against a giant asshole, gravity flipped as the beast appears to be sitting down to do some form of exercise. You wriggle in place, sighing in pleasure as more pressure causes the hole to wrap around your crotch for a brief moment. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1s-1pAgf8qI8AZ70eXHfJMYINfegQUtS1" style=width:480px;height:400px; > <=== An hour or so passes, and you're panting from pleasure, waiting for the next time the rhino squeezes you a little tighter. You can feel the tip of your cock bulge out the suit, a dozen loads or so sitting on it as you're letting loose cum after cum. Your toes curl as you sense the oncoming shift in gravity, and with a slam and a squelch, you nut once more. Sweat thoroughly covers your body, as you're finally plucked out of the creature's crack and dropped nonchalantly on the middle of the gym. It takes quite a few minutes for you to fully come back to your senses, even longer when an elephant stops and rubs his fat sole against your still-throbbing manhood, causing an additional orgasm to rock your body. [[Next|GymBathroom]]

(if:$gfeet is not 2)[The door leading to the showers seems to be locked, there's a gigantic sock hanging from the top of the door, soaking wet. [[Next|GymBathroom]]](if:$gfeet is 2)[(text-style:"expand")[(text-style:"bold")["There you are."]] Your thoughts get send to the back of your head as you're scooped up and tossed down a familiar, rank sock. You bounce against the bottom of the fabric, and flail around as you see a massive, green foot come down and squelch you hard against the fabric. Your body tumbles and squishes against sole, toe and digit, leaving you absolutely drenched in it. (text-style:"expand")[(text-style:"bold")["Time to make you permanent."]] You can see through the little bit of vision that the sock allows that a shoe comes into view, and try as you might to protest, your form is squished hard against the insole, sealing your fate in sweat, slime and musk. Your cock jets out a thick batch of seed against your belly, coaxed out by the forgiving sole above you. You're forgotten there, months upon months of training push out a number of messy cumshots out of you. You learn and love the taste of your new master's feet, even beg for it the few times you're let out. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=13bO8_TPPaV1eEV-3k6qa0jFEOtxGiCxP" style=width:500px;height:500px; > ]

You approach, and she acknowledges your form with a very small head tilt. "You got the stuff?" You peer until you reach her cone of vision, her eyes finally leaving her phone and looking at your face.(if:$diapers is 0)[ "The stuff, jesus, it's been like ten minutes. This app said you'd be faster. Get it or leave me alone." Guess you don't have... The stuff? [[Leave|Bemf]] (if:$filth is 1)[[[Talk|Bem3]]]](if:$diapers is 1)[ Then, she looks down towards the giant set of diapers you have, and puts her phone down for once, with a low brow and a sharp grin. "Jeez, what took you so long." She then pulls her yoga pants down, her big cock flopping out as she presents the doughy, cyan hole between her cheeks. ... [[Present it|Bem1]] [[Leave|Bem2]] ]

BE-EEP! The giant piece of puffy, stretchy material falls down with a soft *thoof*, and you scoop it up. It's... big. (set:$diapers to 1)(display:"GymBack")(if:$vulture is >2)[(go-to:"VultureEnd")]

You unfurl the giant thing out, and begin putting it on her massive hind, the disgusting scent emanating from the stained hole in front of you, brown fumes casually wafting off from it. You understand pretty quickly that you need to put the diapers over her legs, like underwear, and instruct her to lift her leg up, eliciting an eyeroll from her. "Jeesus, just let me do it." She grabs at the side of it, lifts her massive leg up, and the giant nuts slap across your chest, sending you flying back... onto the massive softness of the diaper, which catches you like a trampoline. But it's too late. The immense derrierre approaches you, and you get a muffled protest before your face is stuffed hard against sweaty, forgiving ass-flesh. "Hooohf, that's the stuff. I got it from here, you can leave." You protest, face digging into filthy, hot bowels as she grinds you unwittingly against her seat. Some slimy dung runs around your cheeks as you feel the wolf begin to go up and down... humping against the diaper? The giant layer of padding plays against you, your complaints bouncing against cotton and fabric. Soon, your entire head squelches against the hole, and your shoulders begin to dig in, farts and sharts flowing against you and utterly caking you in rank filth. The smell is awful, disgusting, yet your cock is stiff as a plank, so you don't even notice yourself zipping down your suit with what little mobility you have, so you can squeeze your dick against the slimy, shit-stained bowels of this wolf. A humongous shart of pure feces coaxes a premature cumshot out of you, but rather than push out, your body draws deeper into the hole, your cheeks bulging from the bitter shit that's flowing inside. Your body loses consciousness somewhere in your afterglow, amid a sea of crap. --- "Hooh! Time to put this baby to work!" Sssssss--***SSSCHPLORRTH!!!*** The diaper bulges out five feet or so in a single push, the cloth now stained brown as the diaper gets tested to its extreme with an additional five feet that now sets the cotton implement on the ground, the aroused wolf rubbing the front of her bulge, hot filth rubbing against her cock and causing her to pant from the sensation alone. Somewhere within her pampers, a stretched-out latex suit lays in tatters, along with the cummy remains of what used to be a human, and is now lost amid soiled diapers. The wolf rubs herself some more, before walking out of the gym; The huge bulging diaper drags behind with wet, slimy squelches, leaving a trail of brown slime behind. A few hours later and after a few dozen meals having been crapped out by the wolf into the padding your filthy remains inherit, the tapes start to become undone, the fresh scent of your demise becoming a thick brown haze that flourishes in the air, Massive, wet Splortches and squelches filling the room as the absolutely caked thighs, butt and cock drip with fresh dung. As the wolf is promptly balling up the well beyond filled up diaper, she disposes of it in her own way, by giving it a firm cram into her mouth. The humongous pile of bulged-up cotton slips in, comically stretching her maw as well as spilling forth also a few piles of filth that just couldn't be contained. "Mgmmmfh--GLORP--" With a firm gulp, the bulge of the reeking brown padded mass settles, from her throat into her stomach, your processed body gets to experience being digested once more by the wolf as she straps up into a new diaper, her gut bulging out, already preparing to create yet another heaping brown mass that sags to the floor.

You back away from the wolf, which elicits a pretty angry reaction from her. "HEY! I ALREADY PAID YOU! GIVE ME MY MONEY'S WORTH, FUCKER!!" You can't react fast enough to her massive behind slamming against you, pinning you against the display glass facing the rest of her mall. You see for a moment through the quickly-steaming glass a dozen faces looking at your predicament, squished hard between two large cheeks, as they rub left and right, causing you to roll until your head is wedged against a rank, doughy hole. She pulls back, and your form sticks to her hind for a second, before she slams her ass against the window again. Your head gets wedged hard against her hole, and she reaches back to pluck your arms to your sides, before slamming down again. There is little to no pain this time around, but your chest still feels like it's being crushed. "If you--" **SLAM** "Think you can--" **SLAM** "Rob me blind..." **SLAM** You feel your arms completely around her waist... something that shouldn't be possible in the least for your body. You wiggle them, but feel numbness, you wiggle your legs, but they also feel comically stretched. "...Get FUCKED!" **SLAM** Your form gets utterly squished against the floor. Darkness quickly follows. --- The few dozen bystanders lean in from across the window, watching where once was a human, now there is a massive, black diaper that's snugly wrapped around her behind. She gives the thick padding a grope, and it very briefly quivers in response. The panting, pleasured wolf turns her head back, looking towards the onlooking bystanders before speaking out. "Oh, you creeps want a show?" Ssshh--***BBLORRPTCHHh-***. The diapers bulge out hard, squishing against the glass and building up against it, the sheer pressure visible in how much the reinforced window bows from the weight of the wolf's titanic dumps. Squelches and splats are muffled from the other side of the window, but Bem's moans are a bit less muffled, as she rubs some of the bulging mass on her ass, an utterly blissful expression permeating her face. There were also some other bystanders on the gym, but they are now squished hard between a black, quivering diaper and glass. It wasn't until moments later and a few more disgusting blorts fill out your new stretching and horridly sagging form, that the wolf stumbles forwards, already sensing that you had served your purpose, and attempts to remove your from around her waist. At this point, it'd be quite clear that you were introduced to your actual new role in life, as the wolf realizes her own fate of having a diaper permanently strapped to her. **BLORPTCH..... SPLORTCH... SSSQUUEEEEELLLCH...** A few more horrid splatters erupt from her ass and fill your stretching form, a formless bliss stretches throghout your puffed out body, as the wolf resigns herself to rubbing her crotch about to squeeze out an orgasm between your body and her shit, bliss riddled across her face. "I guess I can live with no longer needing to worry about making it to the bathroom in time anymore. Thanks shithead."

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"Hang on to that thought, one second, buddy." She gets up from her seat, puts her phone down, and stretches her body, bringing both arms up high, then reaching to her toes. The yoga pants come undone and pulverize into strips of clothing, as a gargantuan blast of hot, reeking fart slams into you, sending you against the display window separating the gym from the mall a few feet back. The low, undulating *Thud* of the glass is muffled by the extremely loud fart. ***FFFFFFFFRRRRRPHHHHHHHBLRBLRLRLBTTTT*** It doesn't sputter, wane, or stop, and you are forced to breathe the rank mixture, fresh globs of shit spraying your face, and open mouth. Your cock throbs and delivers an intense orgasm as your moans are also muffled by the intense air that is now hotboxing the entire room. About an entire minute later of this disgusting display passes, and you try to bring your arms forwards, but they are unresponsive, your every move is muddy, slow... squelchy. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Er8YZtvVkGDNkf0J8vsz2hQBdOC3Co3p" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> <===== --- It isn't until two minutes later, when the fart stops, and silence slowly returns to the room, that your liquefied, scat-turned body slaps down, compressed into the bulging latex suit like putty, lightly drooling some slimy filth from the neck piece. The wolf turns around, finishing her stretch. "What were you sa--hm." She leans down towards the pile of latex loosely resembling a human. "Hope that it wasn't anything important, lil' buddy." She plucks the suit at the neck, lifts it up, lets it dangle a little, and swiftly gulps it down.

The dark, ominous passage keeps going for what seems like miles, only the dull bounce of metal against your rubber soles accompanying you on your trip. There's doors to your left, probably sleeping quarters, all ruined or jammed. A long, thin window stretches on the top of the right wall, through which you can see the endless expanse of space, broken by towering pillars of ship. (if:$cock is 0)[ On the floor, you find a dildo, it looks pretty realistic, like that of a human, only a little bigger than your own package. When you pick it up, it throbs a little, the balls droop, and a hint of white leaks from the uncut tip.(set:$cock to 1) You idly pocket the small thing, giving the slime a taste, and it tastes like the real thing. ] Eventually, the hall leads somewhere, a door. It opens slowly, dragging its heavy, metallic frame with great effort. [[Go through it|AliDistrict]] [[Go back|AHall]]

(set:$place to "alien")A strange underbelly of a market stands here, alien and grotesque forms, the likes of which you've never seen before, prance around left and right, some ramshackled alcoves which used to be rooms now opened up and tore into crude shopfronts. Some strange beasts stand there like merchants, offering up strange metallic structures, wriggling creatures, and... some chained up creatures. $ber["(either:"Huh. So that's where you are. Don't know how you got there but. Good luck.","Nice, go right into the wolf's den.","You really just want to get yourself killed, huh.","They got chocolate in there? Ask for chocolate.","My cousin works there. Worked there. I think I recognize his legs on that guy over there.")"] A number of fronts line the walls, what once were rooms but have been repurposed into shops. Some humongous, multi-limbed creature with a fat, leathery belly and what appears to be the bottom of a slug for legs sits (stands?) in the middle of the room, eyeless face craning around the many passerbies. In fact, none of the creatures you've seen in this side of the ship had eyes, you've noticed. [[Head North|AHall]] (Rafters) [[Check out the shops|AliShops]] [[Approach the big figure|AliCent]] [[Head to the back|AliBack]]

They're all bizarre in their own way, but there's a few you particularly distinguish to be accessible to someone your size. Pushed up against a corner there's a praying mantis-type creature, large bulbous eyes darting independently to passersby before finding you and giving you an extended look. They have a counter with what appears to be small boxes with a button attached to each on the bottom. (if:$trap is 0)[[[Inspect the box shop|BoxShop]]](else:)[You already purchased one of these, though.] Near the middle, and seemingly with the most succesful sales, is a strange-looking humanoid creature, gray leathery hide with no eyes, featuring a number of lower bodies. Hips and legs, with a small metallic box covering the midsection and no upper bodies. These legs... seem to move on their own. [[Check the legs store|LegShop]] Towards one side of this sector, hogging the most space, is an obese, dark-green catfish-like humanoid, sitting on what used to be an escape pod, legs propped on a bowing counter and webbed, glistening feet tapping the various, apparently pilfered artifacts on it. (if:$key is 1)[You already bought everything you could from here though.](else:)[[[See the artifacts|Catfish]]] [[Back to the center|AliDistrict]]

*"HhhhGwwwooorruupp..."* The figure stands in the center, egg-shaped head facing the creatures that walk past it, before turning over to the next. Its massive crane of a neck extends the head out like an impossibly thick wire, its gigantic maw separating the head in two every time it opens it to make a hideous, blubbery sound. *"Hrrgh... Guuuhhhrrrp..."* You can see a wide, metallic case sitting next to them, familiar latches adorning the top of it, seemingly a weapon container, if only a little worse for wear; Bumps and dents of all kind coat it, like it's been down several flights of stairs. [[Reach for the case|Cent]] [[Talk|CentTalk]] [[Better not|AliDistrict]]

(if:$rats is 3)[(go-to:"RatGameOver")]The back of this district seems devoid of life. There's a few rusted doors and some abandoned stalls, but for some reason this side of the square is left to rot. One of the doors seems to lead to a connector for the main mall, which seems a little hard to believe, thought it is broken down. Pushed to one of the corners is an odd, pink-toned, flower shaped growth on the wall, lightly pulsing and with some tentacle-like vines wrapping around the vent it seems to stem from. (if:$key is 1)[One of the nearby doors pointing to a room with a small vessel clicks on its own, probably at the sight of your key. [[Go through the door|AliHub]] (Hub)] [[Front of the district|AliDistrict]] (if:$suit is 2)[(if:$bird is 0)[(live:3.5s)[(go-to:"SpecialSuit")]]]

***"GGGUUUHRRRAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRPPH!!!"*** The voice billows and shakes the sturdy floor you're under, but you do catch one of the handles and pull with all of your might. The case proves to be... too strong to even pull, and your mighty attempt of an escape is but a stumble, as a crab-like pincer plucks you out of the ground right at your midsection, clamping down and keeping you gripped no matter your struggles. It effortlessly lifts you up to the humongous, opening gate of a maw, dark slobber running down from the edges like an overflowing fountain. You tug, pull, push, and squirm as you're gently deposited in the warm pool of saliva, bubbling from the bottom as you displace the thick slobber with your form. The smell is earthy, acrid, the many squelches and squishes of the now visible, you-sized tongue accompany its movements, as it rolls backwards and engulfs you entirely, a pincer holding you no more. Your protests are drowned out by the thick, pouring liquid, and then, the casket of a maw sealing you within. Darkness takes you, ridden with the wet sounds of a flapping appendage rolling you in its dark juices, left, and right, slathering you in copious amounts of it. You try to pull against it, but there's no leverage all around in this egg-shaped chamber. Not even teeth. *Sschhhlurrrpp* Like the pop of a giant drain, the thick fluid begins pouring down, carrying your sopping form with it into a tube shaped chamber that funnels down, tighter, then tighter... Then, you're lodged, saliva pouring all around you as flesh envelops you from all around in what you assume to be the creature's throat. Your movements are restricted heavily by the muscles around you, slick, forgiving flesh undulating around you in an effort to send you deeper. [[Push yourself up|Cent1]] [[Jack off|CentJ]]

*"GWAAAAUUUURHHHHHHHHHPPP, HRUUUUGGGHRRRPPpppp--"* Like a terrible headache, a static fills your mind, starting from the temple, then spreading out with an uncomfortable heat, before settling. *"--iiiiiine... Nooo tooouuuchh..."* And just like that, the metallic voice of the translation whirrs to life. You can still hear the strange, guttural voice, but the transcript takes priority. (display:"CentTChoice")

Gargantuan alien cheeks take up your vision, like two looming planets about to reduce you to cinders. They crash, but the only thing you hear is a wet *Schlurp*, as your head is jammed between the unfathomable size of these green cheeks. She says something, but you can't hear it, you're already pressing your face hard against the thick, sweaty hole within. In fact, your entire face is caked in the thick film of smelly, oily alien sweat. *Frrrrhhptt--* Your cheeks bulge, the small fart entering your lungs. Except it's not small anymore. Quickly, your midsection bulges with a ridiculous blast of hot, green gas that quickly runs through your system. It runs down your esophagus, stretching your stomach, abdomen, and resulting in a similar gas that escapes your own hole, filling up and ballooning your suit. You don't even have the air to moan, as hot, wet filth quickly begins pouring inside with the quickly building shart. Cheeks ripple and quiver, the sweat that's flecked against your face insubstantial compared to the quickly building turrent of dung. Your insides are reduced to a toilet's worth, your cock bounces, stiff as a plank, though air comes out of it. Hot, rank air. Your entire body is turned into a beanbag, eventually inflating so much that it's supporting the gargantuan butt more than your face was. "Ghh--huuuuhhhh..." The green, overproductive lady scoots back, not even noticing that your body is firmly lodged between two meteorite-sized cheeks, and she **Slams** it against the reinforced glass leading into oblivion. You feel the cold material quickly heating up with your greased-up, filth-ridden form, especially once your mouth dislodges from the bulging, truck-tire of an asshole. Humongous piles of scat build up around you, quickly encasing you until there's nothing more than a dinosaur pile. Your moans meet against slimy waste, your form suspended in the massive coil as your cock jets out gas-filled loads of cum, your green-stained, long burps mingling with your lustful moans. It takes almost five minutes for you to fully relieve yourself of your gas and dung within your stomach, five more to leave the pile, and an additional ten getting off of your scat-balloon of a suit. Luckily it cleans itself, but not the taste nor the lust will wash off of you anytime soon.

*SSscchprphblrFFrrrtttt--... Schplop, Ssschplop, Schprlbt...* You round the corner, and see the familiar figure of the green, horned shortstack, her signature titanic cheeks spread apart as she's unloading a torrent of slimy shit into one of the many escape pods that still remain docked to the mothership. You cringe reflexively at the small crack along the window of the pod, obviously not prepared for this extreme amount of pressure put into it, and you can also see it bow slightly away from the shitting behemoth of a shortstack. She's... Oblivious to it all, actually, just sipping some drink while letting loose humongous blasts of hot filth, the liquid shit smearing against the edge of the doorway and sizzling. Almost an entire minute of this later, and the torrent falters slightly, she leans back, hits the button on the side of the doorway, and a horrid *SSSQUEELCHH* marks the crap-filled doorway sliding close, a third of the pile outside of the pod, as it is blasted into outer space. You see through the window as small streams of dung trickle from the speeding ship, though they do not freeze for some reason. Someone, somewhere is gonna have to deal with that. The creature turns to you, a smile beaming on her face. "What's up?" [[Talk|FunaTalk]] [[Hit on her|FunaSex]] Nevermind(click-replace:"Nevermind")[(undo:)]

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She gives her drink an idle sip as you approach her. "Hey big guy, ya wanna get kinky?" [[Sure|FunaSex]]

She leans her side against a wall, idly slurping a little more of her drink while giving you a glance up and down. Pulling her pants down, she reveals the thick package that was barely concealed underneath, a half-mast horsecock pulsating every other second, the pants mostly ripped around the titanic cheeks that they are forced to wrap around, slick with sweat. "Go to town, honey." [[Suck her off|FunaNut]] [[Eat her ass|FunaAss]] [[Fuck her|FunaFuck]] (set:$funa to 1)

You get down on your knees and saddle up close to the green-skinned alien, her massive hands easily wrapping around the back of your head and bringing you next to the thick horsedong that's now on full mast.(if:$musk is 1)[ Giving the heady scent a good sniff, y](else:)[ Y]ou start licking and lapping at the length, mustering up the courage to slip the entire thing into your mouth. It takes a few tries, but you feel the flared tip pop into your mouth, and eagerly push itself deep. Your gag reflex acts up for a second, but you can't back away, as the two massive hands only pull you deeper, shoving horse meat way down your system. Your toes curl and your fingers grip against the titanic beanbags this alien has for buttcheeks, feeling the throbbing, thick cock travel within you until it is prodding against your belly. Funa's moans mingle into panting, as she holds you right at the hilt of her mast, your stretched mouth gurgling a mixture of slobber and pre that drips down, as she pulls you back a good two feet, and then slams the rod back into you, hard. Your eyes widen as the flared tip bulges obscenely against your bellybutton, even through the suit, and your arms fall lax as she settles into a violent, skull-shattering rhythm. Your knees quiver as your upper body is shoved forward and back, your own cock spurting a hands-free load on its own from the sensation alone. Your throat feels extremely sensitive to the sliding pillar of slick flesh, causing an unhinged pleasure to overcome the pain and lack of oxygen. It takes a while before movement stops all of the sudden. You'd look up if you weren't positively skewered by Funa's appendage at this moment, but you do feel the quiver of the cock inside of you, rippling from lips, to throat, culminating in a surge of heat that spreads through your belly. The bulging, flared cock is suddenly obfuscated by your ever-growing stomach, cum quickly pouring in like a firehose. Spaces runs out, and rather than come back up, the hot nut fills your organism, inflating you like a balloon, eventually flooding your intestines and pouring out like a geyser out of your asshole. You moan and arch your back, another orgasm rocking you as your suit begins inflating as well as the rest of your form, cum encasing your entire body like a hot, slimy sauna. "Ahhh, best nut I've had in a while. Stick around, I might come back in an hour." She schlops the meat out of you, a few gallons escaping your vacant throat as you slump down in the pool of juices, your squelching, filled suit slowly pouring semen out of its neckpiece.(if:$musk is 1)[ The intense smell of ball-batter keeps you horny for the entire thing, and] You bask in the heat for a good few minutes before your suit is a little more easy to move in, if a little bloated still. (display:"FunaDone")

As she leaves, you can't help but notice a nasty trail of brown slipping out of her behind, the massive crack letting loose a bubbling mound that steams and crackles as it makes contact with the metallic floor. The disgusting display sends sparks of pleasure through your body. [[Stick your face in it|Funa Asscrack]]

As she waits on an elevator entrance, you slowly approach the alien until you're right next to her, and immediately *Sssqueeeelch* your face deep into that massive streak, feeling your upper body slosh against hot, nasty grime. An oversized hand grasps you from behind and tucks you deeper still, causing the sludge to smear across your entire face, enter your mouth, as well as your suit. Your shoulders, head, and waist get lodged hard against two humongous cheeks, slathered in a massive film of scat. *SSchplurrt, schplop, Scquorch, Frrrttphtpht...* You moan against the ever increasing pillars of brown, as some of them enter your throat and fill your belly with the alien's immense payload. Several minutes pass of your form stuck to her, filth-ridden legs dragging behind as she takes a long walk around the station, finally sitting down in a toilet and taking a massive, gas-filled crap into the piping, sending you down along with what seems like tons of her shit.

*Sssquelchhh*. Your face digs into the massive cavern of her asscrack, a film of sweat clinging to you the further you dive. The taste of her hole is peculiar, unearthly. Still very earthy, but the salty sweat gives it an enjoyable taste that only drives your cock further into a very stiff tent. The hot, humid interior only gets more humid when Funa backs a little big against you, causing your head to slip inside of the wide backdoor. "Ghuhh-- Yes, do whatever you're doing, more." You're surrounded by hot, wet flesh from all around, pressing your open mouth against the giant, wrinkly backdoor, as it flexes and almost drives your tongue deeper. You feel the squelching hole seal up around your nose and jaw, squishing it like you're a toy. The green skin rubs up and down your whole body, and you lose yourself in that giant hole until you're giving a blowjob to the puffed-up rim of hers, feeling it quiver and squish as the creature attached to it moans deeply. You *hear* the splurts of her cock delivering countless loads to some poor wall, and the act, combined with the scent and the heat, causes you to lose control too, spurting out a load into your suit. The alien pulls back, your steaming, soaked form slapping down like a wet napkin. Heaving some fresh air for once, she gives your still stiff manhood a poke with her foot before walking away with a smile. You can see now the humongous paintjob she's left behind, still steaming a very salty musk. (display:"FunaDone")

Before you can properly express yourself, she's backed her form against you, thick cheeks encompassing your entire midsection and upper torso as you try to grab for the zipper that pulls your suit off. She squeezes hard, making the labour near-impossible, but you manage to pull your already hard cock out of its restraints, moaning to yourself as the sweaty cheeks eat it up, the slick skin causing your body to be filled with pleasure from sensation alone. "You good? Aight." She begins slamming her ass back against you, pinning you roughly against the ship's glass wall, schlops and squishes ringing out as she smacks both of her massive cheeks against it. Your rod is caught somewhere in the sea of green Funa ass, and you grab at the humongous beanbags for support, digging into the fat, forgiving skin while your cock is jostled left and right. You urge her to stop, noting that your dick isn't even in. "Oh! Sorry about that." She spreads one of the cheeks, revealing the massive, bulging hole, and you see her puckered doughnut of an asshole, aim towards it, and spear it. Almost immediately, she resumes her task, only this time a ridiculous wave of pleasure washes over you with the next slam of her cheeks, your lips unable to stiffle your unhinged moan of utter bliss, as you're ridden against a wall by the alien form. Toes curl and hands grasp for slick, sweaty flesh as you do your best to keep conscious for the battering of your form. Your first orgasm comes violently, your dick slipping out of the hole and accidentally spraying her inner cheeks with a subdued *splurt*. She doesn't stop, nor notices your nutting, and keeps smacking against the glass. *Smack, smack, squish, smack, squelch, smack.* Your protests are met this time to deaf ears. (if:$filth is 0)[Eventually, after a near 6 orgasms, your passed out form slumps down between her cum-ridden cheeks, sticking in the crack as she playfully pulls back, plucks you from her rear, and walks away, thick films of jism still clinging to her rear, squishing and smacking with every step.](if:$filth is 1)[*Smack, squish, squish, squelch, squelch, frrrpch, splortch, splortch*. The slamming of her hips gets considerably noisier, wetter... hotter. You notice the thick slime building around your cock, then midsection. It isn't until a blast of hot gas between thrusts sends your jizz up and into your mouth that you notice something is off, another hot fart cakes your body in brown, and thoroughly sends a bass note throughout the ship. Your body appreciates the extra squish, conflicting with your mind, as lust takes over this endeavor and you thrust your hips as much as you can, trying to get your cock to slip back into her rank hole. You succeed, but also see her take a little step back, closing off the distance between you two, her thrusts become more shallow, faster and wetter. Hot, steaming dung begins building at your feet with wet slops and squishes. The feeling of your cock slamming against mounds of slimy produce suddenly shifts as your next cumshot washes over. Except it doesn't. You feel the surging of your urethra flexing and gaping for its next delivery, but a gigantic fart forces brown sludge into the opening. You gasp like you've been kicked hard in the balls, feeling the dense mass begin to inflate your testicles like balloons, and reach a hand down to cup the sack, feeling the outline of shit logs sagging it lower and lower. The pain subsides and turns into the most strangest of pleasures, as your cock stretches out little by little with every pile of dung that's poured straight into you. You start thrusting again, and feel the taut skin dip into the muck that was building around your knees. You feel another wave of pleasure burst, but it's a dry spell, as more gargantuan dumps are shoved into the toilet that is your balls. At this point, Funa just disengages from your filth-ridden form, unwittingly spraying a massive shower of filth that encases you fully in brown, hot, steaming sludge. You bubble out a messy moan as you reach for your stretched out cock and jack off, feeling the surging filth spray out in messy, squirting logs. Your legs give and you squelch into the brown couch beneath you, feverishly pumping away log after log of condensed alien shit. A near 3 minutes of intense pleasure pass before the logs trickle down into a sludgy trail of mixed cum and feces. You pass out right around the tail-end of your immense orgasm, feeling the squirting, squelching cockhead finally deliver the last of its nasty payload off.] (display:"FunaDone")

[[Reach for the case|Cent]] [[Better not|AliDistrict]]

You muscle down and lift up with all of your might. The few times you slip, you're able to compensate with your other limb, but it doesn't get you any higher. A tongue prods against your butt, causing you to actually lift up enough to get to the maw, but your suit slips right off of the jaw. You have no choice if you want to get out of here. You zip down your suit as you feel the massive tongue feeling for you, and tug your suit away in one dexterous motion. Now naked, you feel for the maw again, accidentally hitting the tongue which bats you hard to one side. You flop on the forgiving flesh and feel yourself sink into the creature's immense throat once more. Both arms at your sides, you halt and repeat the process. This is where you realize what a blunder you've made. A titanic tongue slips through your ass, and you think you're gonna split in half, yet this thing is extremely spongy and begins traveling up your bowels. The moment of panic hits you, your eyes bulge and your knees buckle, a black, drooling tongue emerges from your mouth, bloating everything in between and holding you aloft on its own. You can only toss your head back and wriggle as it impales your form from the inside. You tug uselessly at your bulging throat, and feel the tongue retract immediately to the stomach, carrying you with ease. You're shoved against soft, juice-filled walls and slathered like a toy, before lifted up and out of the maw. Your speared, aroused form is displayed to all onlookers, hair sopping in front of you and hiding your wandering eyes, as the tongue that comes out of your mouth wipes itself around your face before pulling back into its maw. --- You're a great accessory for the centurion, one that gets used for many months to come before you're left to turn to its fat after it gets tired of the taste of your jizz.

It takes a while for you to even put your hands near your crotch, but you are quick to find that it is a fruitless task, the flesh is sticky and loose, you're not pressed tight but actually glued to this creature's inner throat. The hot, slimy walls will have to do. You press your midsection against it, and pull back and forth, humping at the beast's insides with all of your might. It doesn't take long for you to realize in the darkness that your suit is actually tattered, pieces of it are letting in some of the warm saliva, and you can feel your skin stick and squish against the outside flesh, now unprotected from the latex around you. Squelches resonate as you wiggle your hips and let the loose bits of latex fall off, exposing your stiff, now slathered dick to the exposed interior. Your first thrust feels heavenly, the slimy depths wrap around you and tug all on their own, causing you to arch up and moan, a good chunk of warm slobber landing in your mouth and bubbling your cheeks up. You reflexively swallow the thick substance in your lustful stupor so as to not choke, little beads of pre bubbling out of you in the meantime. *Guhh-loowwwwrp...* The chamber closes in around you, then pulls back, then closes in again. Air is pulled from you, but the sensations cause an intense and immediate orgasm to rock your senses, toes curling against sticky flesh. The undulating does not stop, now smushing you over and over again with its slick yet glue-like flesh, your second orgasm doesn't take long, neither does the third. Overstimulation causes you to squirm and writhe as you try to pull away, but there is nowhere to pull from, as you're milked relentlessly, whether willingly or not, by the beast's neck, you swear you can feel a single prodding claw bulge from the walls, caressing over your form, but your moaning, shaking form makes it too hard to really tell. --- Several deformed and alien-looking creatures gather around to see the plaza's centurion shake its leathery belly, glorping and squelching with each prod of the many onlookers that dare poke the engorged organ, evoking the ocasional, drawn-out sound from within. One of them gets a little too close for comfort, and gets silently scooped up and swallowed by the behemoth. But none of the other bystanders really pay attention to it, focusing their attention on the stewing, noisy gut beneath.

The passage is crowded, lithe-looking foxes, and similar anthros carry on from one side to the next, carrying bags, as well as the occasional chained critter. Further East leads to another grand hallway, while the passage forks here to both North and South. West leads into a grand mall. [[West|Mall]] (Mall) [[East|Mall-H-E-E]] (Storage / Engineering) [[North|Mall-H-E-N]] (Commercial and escape vessels) [[South|Mall-H-E-S]] (Cargo Bay)

You wander forth onto a hallway. The corridor grows narrow and long, choked by the parallel corridors that surround it, giving it a bit of a claustrophobic feeling. The air seems.... off... (if:$musk is 0)[You get the sense that you're not going to like this place from the smell of it.](else:)[Intense, manly, sweaty. But most definitely with a very attractive cheesy tinge that flares up your nostrils.] [[East|Cocks]] (Storage / Engineering) [[West|Mall-H-E]] (Residential connector & Mall)

The doors eventually halt, giving way to a spanning hall that stretches both east and west, carrying with a glass wall that shows the expanse of space only broken by the sides of the ship protruding from somewhere to the fart west. This corridor is wide, and towards the East you can start to see some pillars and pod chambers. Seems that this is the place where the escape pods are placed. [[West|Mall-H-E-E-N]] (Ventilation system) [[East|Mall-H-N]] (Escape pods) [[South|Mall-H-E]] (Residential connector & Mall)

There's a T fork here, splitting North, East, and South. The South hallway seems to extend for quite a bit. [[North|Mall-H-E]] (Mall Connector) [[East|Mall-R]] (Residential Entrance) [[South|Mall-CB]] (Cargo Bay Entrance)

You're led through packed hallways, busy corridors and commercial corners over to a recognizable part of the sleeping quarter section of the ship. (display:"Imps")

*"....Nooee."* The hurried clacks of shoes on wood draw closer as you see emerging from the interior of the establishment a groomed, well-off looking fox, lithe and tall. thin decorative chains hanging off of his clean suit. "Woah, woh, woah, blub. I told you to keep the place from unwanted attention!" He gives you a smile as he looks back to the demon. "A human isn't a threat, nor a restriction, it's the kind of patron we're looking for!" *"...Guh."* "Exactly!(if:$owner is 0)[ See, he doesn't even have an owner, guy's as fresh as they come. If I hadn't been here, you could have lost your job for this one misshap, Blub." *click* "Though I guess you have an owner now."](else:)[ I'm sure that whoever owns him doesn't mind us taking temporary..." *click* "...Patronage over them!"] Before you can even react, with a dexterity never before seen from a living creature, a leash is snugly attached to your neck, and the fox is giving you a smirk as he holds the end of it, giving you a pat on the shoulder and a not-so-nice tug on the neckpiece. [[Next|Impsown]]

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(display:"ImpHell") The door closes behind you, the fox idly drags you deeper into this club, until you're somewhere where only the bass of the music creeps up your feet. A secluded bedroom with a nasty-looking iron door, a few bull-men give you and your partner very intense glares, and he seems to smile at every single one of them, utterly delighted by his catch. With a few beeps, a biometric scan, and a sharp thud of the door unlocking, the slab of metal opens, revealing a dimly lit room with a fox that releases your leash as he steps on inside. "Now, go on, have fun out there, they won't hurt you so long as you've got that leash on you, though. Come here when you're ready to have a *really* good time." [[Next|ImpWander]]

-Literal CTF • -Foot in stomach • -Fart bag • -Frog Size diff tongue & Impalement stuff • -Legs tf • -Hypno beast that just makes you paralyzed/disabled and gobbles you • -Gator sits on face, feet ondick, multiple orgasms, then grabs you by the taint and thrusts your dick against his dick, then paints you white • -Melting straight into a diaper • -Weight Gain, feeding some tiny thing treats until it grows large and fuckin eats you. Bernard teasing you "It was vegetarian, you know", talons on face • -Busty creature forever locking lips with you, dropping fat cleavage on your dick • -It has your dick on its foot, forever -Multiple guys trampling -Voodoo doll! -Burps -Head Cockhead TF -Fat smothering -FUPA / Sheathe vore -Cockfuck top -Buttplug encasement; Constant ejaculation -Zero grav vore / AV / scat -CV Perma -Plant vore -body swap w small creature - human body gets eaten/tfd ***DELETE DEBUG "$ d"**** <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=PUTIDHEREPUTIDHEREPUTIDHERE" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> lives: (set:$tl to it+1) hud enable: (set:$infirst to 1) CC- chip knowledge: (set:$cc to 1) (set:$infirst to 1) HUD ENABLE |**DISABLE BEFORE EXPORT** (set:$clothes to 1) INTRO CLOTHES |**DISABLE BEFORE EXPORT** (set:$chip to 1) INTRO CHIP |**DISABLE BEFORE EXPORT** (set:$d to 1) DEVELOPER MODE, ALLOWS SKIP |**DISABLE BEFORE EXPORT** (set:$woom to 1) WORM SEQUENCE |**DISABLE BEFORE EXPORT** (set:$o to 1) UNDO RESTYLE (set:$ber to (text-color:"#bebfa8")+(text-style:"italic")) BERNARD TEXT COLOR (set:$Teleportation to 1) TELEPORT ENABLED |**DISABLE BEFORE EXPORT**

The hallway carries on for quite a while, the gentle glow of external ship lights bleeding into the otherwise dimly lit corridor makes the passage comfortable to walk through. The passage ends with a few janitor panels, usually designed for storing all types of tools and materials, the doors cannibalized and the insides of these storage containers picked clean. Some pipes that weren't even meant to be tampered with are just ripped off, it makes your inner engineer wince. Someone, somewhere is feeling that. Along the destroyed panels you see a vent, quite wide, and slightly pried open with what you assume to be the broken crowbar that's laying on the floor. You are not quite sure of where this leads, but a pretty cold breeze appears to constantly flow through the passageway. [[Get in the vent|CryoPre]] [[East|Mall-H-E-N]]

Many of the pods in here appear to be intact, while some have been used and sealed up. This chamber is definitely in disrepair, with several circuits laying open without their lid, a definite fire hazard is what your engineer eyes tells you. [[Explore one of the pods|Escape Pod]] [[East|Mall-H-E-N]] (if:$filth is 1)[You hear a massive squelch echo from somewhere around to the other wing of the escape pods. [[Take a look?|Funa]]]

You explore the escape pods of this ship, starting with the closest one to you. The inside is much bigger than the ones you've used before, possibly upper class vessels meant for recreational exploring rather than escape proper; Giving the anchors a good look confirms your suspicions: These were not meant to fit here originally, meaning that most of the original escape pods are gone. Some crude instructions are depicted on how to fly the vessel, it's a very rough assumption of what each button does. Some are straight up wrong, but luckily Auto-pilot does most of the job for tethering, else there'd be a whole lot of missing ships by now. [[Return|Fcheck]]

(set:$infirst to 1)\ Skipping...(live:2s)[(go-to:"Mall")] [[WAIT!!!! I want easy mode|Easy]]

(if:$filth is 1)[(if:$funa is not 1)[(display:"Bubble2") Dazed,]] you leave the ship. (display:"Mall-H-N")

[[Next|Mall-H-N]]

(set:$place to "cryo")The passage is frosted over, no prints of any kind, though your own suit being a heat source leaves some very prominent footmarks on the floor wherever you step. The chamber widens into a cavernous hall, without ends in sight. Whatever trees and plants populated this forest have all been petrified by the mighty frost destroying everything in its path. All that your light allows to see is absolute white, and you have to slow your breathing to see anything other than your hot air leaving your helmet in a spray of white.(if:$key is 1)[ You hear a beep, and a compartment beyond the vent opens, showing a pristine hallway to a transportation vessel.] [[Head South towards the exit|CryoEnt]] [[Head North|CryoN]] [[Head West|CryoW]] [[Head East|CryoE]](if:$key is 1)[ [[Use the passageway|CryoHub]]]

(unless:(history:)contains "CryoEnt")[It's cold. That's the first thing you notice. The second is the white-covered remains of a nature reserve, petrified trees covered on the remains of frost-ridden leaves, the crunching of long dead plant matter under your feet is the only sound you hear echo in this place. Your field of view is limited to the few dozen feet of light your suit provides, gently floating particles of what you assume is artificially-produced snow still hovering undisturbed. This place is quieter than a graveyard. ]You look up, towards the open square you dropped in from. Not only is it ten feet up, but also appears to be broken in from the other vents, leaving behind a scrap of metal you can't begin to think how you would get through, anyways. [[North|Cryo]]

The soft crack of whatever quasi-snow has formed on the floor resounds with each footstep, as you make your way towards the darkness. Similar footsteps, much deeper and louder, seem to come from directly in front of you, a bad sign. You begin backing away, when out of the darkness, an engorged, pink appendage lurches towards you from thin air. It splats against your helmet, pushing you but then *immediately* pulling you back forwards as you see it sag and then tense up. Steaming clear liquid runs down the front of the helmet, and you groan as you begin to grab at the surprisingly soft thing to try and pull it away. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1sx2IZVsij2dRVy0Vz-mCI4Sons7b1H_w" style=width:500px;height:500px; > <== Your feet begin to skid off of the snow, you're getting dragged towards the darkness and the thing that's latched onto your helmet is not budging in the least. [[Remove the helmet|FrogVor]] [[Pull harder|Frog1]]

The sliding door struggles greatly to open, leading onto a smaller room with a service elevator, but the elevator itself seems to be missing. Upon inspection of the room, you spot a hand crank that seems to connect to the elevator, possibly used for a manual usage of the device. Some sort of black tar drips on a far corner of the room. [[Use the crank|CryoCrank]] [[Return|Cryo]]

*Hrrhgfffh....* A low, unsettling huff echoes from somewhere towards the depths of this room, and you quickly look towards where the source would be. Your light doesn't help at all, but the heavy crunches of leaves and frost emanating from in front of you are a pretty decent giveaway. You stumble back, hitting a tree and seeing first-hand the source of the sound. A big, taller-than-you bear with two eyes fixated on the light in your suit. You fiddle with the device to try and snuff it out, when it stands up on its hind legs, now definitely-taller-than-you sized. You give out a small hint of a warning to the bear before it squishes you against the frozen tree behind you. Your protest fades into a whimper as your entire body is wrapped in furry, soft gut. Grunting, your only source of light manages to light up the bottom of your chin as you slide down the tree, and against the cold, petrified grass below. A rippling, soft gut saddles up until it is enveloping your face in it. You can't even muster the strength to grunt between ragged breaths, it's almost as if the bear is enjoying this. About a minute or so later, the weight subsides. You breathe out in relief for a second, before a clawed paw digs into the scruff of your chest and begins dragging you head-first away from the room. You grab against the large paw and try to pry yourself off, but your incredibly strong suit will not tear through, giving this creature a really good hold on you. Grass turns to soft metal, which turns to grated metal, you're thrown against a massive pile of blankets, furs and similar cloths from what you assume are the bear's previous denizens' remains and whatever it could scrounge for warmth. You gather your head, looking up at the looming figure of the bear, and back yourself into the soft corner you were tossed against, seeing its upper half get closer and closer. You don't actually realize it is bellyflopping onto you until a huge weight slams you against softness beneath. The wind is knocked out of you, and you see stars, blacking out momentarily. [[Next|Bear]]

You dig your heels in, feeling yourself slide forwards a few more feet, and tug at the giant appendage pulling deeper, digging your fingers until you've got a solid grip on the otherwise slippery thing. It pulls out, and you fall back on your butt, heaving and blind from the slime-spattered visor in front of you. You can smell some of the earthy liquid seep into the filter, and you begin rubbing it off of your helmet, finding the liquid to be extremely thick and sticky, like glue. A similar impact rocks you, you look down to see through the obfuscated visor that the appendage now clutches onto your torso, and your protest is yanked out of you with a quick tug, sending you flying crotch-first into the darkness. The wind whips around you, and you travel at immense speeds before you see, for a split second, the humongous, cavernous pink maw of some slimy predator. *Ss--SCHLOUHRP!!* You're pressed hard against soft, slime-caked flesh, what you now know to be the creature's tongue disengaging from your shoulder, then eagerly wrapping around your legs, torso, and head. You wriggle uselessly as flesh quickly encompasses you and drags you deeper into the creature. No matter how hard you try to grab at your surroundings, everything just slips right off. The incredibly dense flesh sometimes squishes you all at once, silencing all struggles before opening back up and letting your limp form slip onto another passage. Your head sinks into a small, wrinkled passage, which opens up to deposit your body into what you assume to be the creature's stomach. It would be spacious, if not for the fact that this entire organ is overrun with the same slimy substance that was once coating its tongue. Gurgles, glorps and groans seem to emanate from this place, the constant popping of some gaseous substance bubbling up from the muck also dappling your new environment. A wet Schlourp announces the entrance of the same appendage that once latched onto you, emerging from the same hole you popped out of, it slowly draws along the walls as you scurry towards the opposite one, but with your sight failing you in such a darkened chamber, it is quick to find you. A yelp is all you get out before it wraps around your torso and squishes down onto you like an Anaconda. You groan and pull at the bindings, but your actions are interrupted by the motion of your entire body being shoved forcefully into yet another opening from the creature's internals. You're squeezed deeeep into a slippery pocket that leads to a dead end, the tongue that's around you disengages and pushes you a tad deeper from your feet. Your entire body gets locked in this tiny crevice somewhere deep within the frog-like predator. Your squirms seem fruitless, and the slimy sounds popping around you slowly settle into more subdued squishes. --- A few hours pass before the thin, wriggling bulge near the fat frog's crotch goes limp, probably passed out from exertion, as the bulbous fingers of the frog caress its newest catch. With its giant, webbed feet marking its march, the amphibian makes its way towards the large basket sitting at the corner of the chamber, the large pipe above it sputtering some bugs into the now insect-filled basket that the frog eagerly picks and dumps into its immense belly. "Heeeyaa grungy~! How's my cute little boy?" The voice echoes, made metallic from the bouncing of the pipe, as the faint outline of a small female is seen from above. One of the frog's beady eyes stares straight up towards the source of its food, silently. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to get you more, Grunge, buuut I might get the replicator working again in due time, so do--" Her voice falls silent as the frog opens its titanic maw wide, shoving an entire arm inside and pulling the completely slimed over, barely moving figure of a human out of his insides. "Oooooh!! You've got yourself a toy! Well, remember that big spine-having peeps aren't good for your digestion! Play, not eat, okay?" The frog gives a small nod, a thin shiver emanates from the half-conscious human, indistinguishable from any other humanoid from its slime-caked, latex-wearing form. He breathes in the cold external air for all of three seconds before being squeezed back deep within frog innards. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1pyDOSPmXd7wuGJhVHuhvqTR0jCYQPcpy" style=width:500px;height:300px; >

*Kh--Shhhhhhhhhhh....* The warm, comfortable air turns cold and biting as you pop the helmet off, your neck and shoulders feeling the stark change in temperature as a chill runs down your spine. You hold the helmet for a split second before it is yanked away at a break-neck speed, flying away into the darkness, as you fall back from the sudden lack of pull. You stare into nothingness as you begin crawling back, when you see the same, slimy lump of pink rocketing your way. Except that there is no helmet to protect you this time. With a dull splat, your head is utterly covered in what you could estimate to be a huge tongue, that latches onto your face with an inhumane strength, pulling you back like a ragdoll face-first. You hit the ground a couple of times, skidding harmlessly through the snow as you try to tug at the immense tongue that's dragging you away. It's no use, you feel your feet catch the edge of a doorway, then another one. Then, you feel your body crash against something soft, hot and slimy, right before the squelching appendage that's clutching your entire face releases. You slump down on a particularly warm chamber, gasping for air as you feel immense amounts of slobber run down your face. You glance up after a few moments and see your assailant. The bulbous throat, light-green orb of a body with enormous, bulb-tipped webbed fingers and toes; This is most definitely a frog, if only absolutely massive in size, certainly 8 feet in its hunched-over form, wider than it is tall. Its large, beady eyes inspect you carefully, before the form lurches back for a second, a growl bubbling within it. You flinch, ready for your demise, and hear the low cough and groan before watching your helmet fly out of its immense maw, bouncing near your feet and absolutely caked in a thick, slimy concoction. The frog still stares you down, curiously, even. [[Start humping it|FrogFuc]] [[Leave|FrogLeave]]

You slowly pull yourself up until you're right alongside the curious frog, and it gives you a curious glance with its large eyes, as you grip its hefty, slimy paunch with one hand and spread the thick appendage with your other. You expose its big bellybutton, a thin film of slime creating a bubble around the exposed hole. Your lust overcomes you, you lean in and stick your already hard bulge right on it, feeling the slime spread around your suit. It's warm, comforting, your suit creates a very pleasurable barrier around the frog's insides as you begin humping from sheer depravity. Two long hands grab at you from behind, pulling you closer as the humongous tongue lulls out and slathers some hot spit onto your face. Your moan gets caught as you accidentally swallow some of his thick saliva, feeling the creature begin to shove the surprisingly dexterous appendage down the neck of the suit. Your once dry skin is suddenly coated in slime as the frog forces his tongue all the way into your latex barrier, causing you to hug the bulging thing as the fluid quickly pools around you. You quickly go from humping his bellybutton to humping his massive tongue from inside your suit. The hot, smooth flesh easily gives with every thrust, flicking around to get itself deeper inside. It finds a pantleg, then wraps around and slathers against your butt, unknowingly giving it a good smack. You lose yourself to the frog's tongue, cumming hard and seizing up in an intense orgasm as your legs are no longer supporting you, you're being held aloft by the curious frog that is still eyeing you intently. Your limbs fall lax and at your sides as you're gently pulled up right in front of two beady eyes that stare at you. It stares into oblivion, as if already oblivious to your presence, and slurps its entire tongue into its maw. You groan as you enter a very hot, slippery darkness. And you only come out every week or so to see what the frog has caught as a meal, but its thick, ample saliva proves a sufficient meal to get by.

You turn, and see the place you entered from, a rather thin vent that you flew through previously, luckily not catching any of the edges. Biting cold air filters in from outside, and you're pretty sure you're going to need your helmet. You turn right back around, finding that the frog is currently in the process of examining your headpiece, bulbous fingers holding it aloft while a tongue curls around it. Seems his sight isn't really all that great, and he doesn't seem to particularly care about their morsels leaving, so you approach the beast and motion towards the helmet. The frog looks down at you, cocks its head, then stares back at the helmet. You motion towards your face, and yelp as your form is grabbed by the frog's large hand, being held aloft alongside your helmet. The frog carefully inspects your form, before grabbing you with both hands, grabbing the helmet with its tongue, and squelching the slimy, slobber-filled headpiece right on you. You gasp as the warm air is replaced with a near-gallon of frog slime, earthy and salty fluid entering your mouth as you're dreadfully unprepaired for the situation. You feel the air filter struggle as the bottom half of the pool slowly trickles down and into your suit, hot drool running down your every pore. Your squirming form is carefully set down, one pat on the head from the frog as it sends you on your way. You stumble out, a lot warmer than you expected to leave, crawling through the vent as you feel the slimy film cake your entire body from within. It offers a surprisingly insulating layer to the already warm suit. [[Next|FrogDone]]

(display:"Cryo")

The techno music does little to hide the hedonistic panting and moaning that seems to echo from all around, wet sounds seemingly coming from every single corner of the large room you're presented with. The farthest end of the lounge contains large couches with lazing creatures of various sizes, some red, hulking beasts of near-pure muscle having a drink with smaller, nervous little critters. The increasing heat of this place the deeper you walk gets a tad uncomfortable, and the distorting visage of red and purple lights showering the room gives the place a very hallucinatory look. (if:$musk is 1)[The smell is intense, grotesque. Sweat takes a very dense priority, but the familiar scent of sex is close second, with an undertone that could be comparable to a public bathroom stall. You see the source of some of these smells, a large, busty-looking deer-woman holds both of her arms up, small chained humanoids bound tightly with their faces shoved deep within her armpits, her arms behind her head as she lounges on a couch, gross slurps and squishes echoing from that side.]

(display:"ImpHell") [[Approach the bulls|ImpBulls]] (if:$musk is 1)[[[Approach the deer woman|ImpDeer]]] [[Go deeper into the club|ImpDeeper]]

Her antlers make the turn of her head much more menacing, two glowing, amber eyes piercing into your soul as she takes quick note of you. Her immense frame only enhanced by the two, squirming males latched to her sides. She holds her chin up, arms coming back down to almost completely cover what you now know to be a scaled anthro and a wolf, their toes curling in either pleasure, or pain. She squeezes, you see her arms tense and well-toned biceps flex for a few seconds, before pulling her arms back up. The two figures land unconscious on either sides of the couch, their slick fronts utterly coated in a steaming film of sweat. While they have chains on them, neither of them were tied against her armpits. She utters no speech, but you see her head cock a few degrees to focus attention on you. Her legs spread, hooves propped up on the coffee table in front of her to show the moist, dripping pride of her ilk. You'd think she was made of skin if it weren't for the errant tufts here and there, as her entire body is coated in a sweat that makes her hide glisten like flesh. [[Go for her pits|DeerPits]] [[Leave|ImpWander]]

With a bit of elbow grease, the rest of the vent snaps off, and you hastily drop the surprisingly heavy slab of metal on the ground. You can see from the gentle glow of your suit, the very edges of the vent are covered in a thin frost, with the otherwise shining metal being cast over with condensation. You place your arms firmly and begin climbing it, wincing at the cold around your hands; The rest of the suit luckily protects you. [[Next|CryoPre1]]

Dull, low clangs resonate with every few feet of progress you make, pretty soon you can't even see the way back in this cramped vent, and turning around seems pretty much impossible. You're in it for good. (if:$helmet is 0)[A couple of minutes into it, you see a small shine on the bend of the vent, a small orb sitting on the very corner of it, metallic. You immediately recognize the half-shining side of it, and quickly pull it towards you; It's a helmet, the visor frosted over and the rim seemingly torn from the suit of whoever used it. Ripping the rubbery remains off of the sides, you pop it on. A perfect fit, and, most importantly, the inner lights turn on, the energy of your suit perfectly harmonizing with it. The comfortable, warm air greets your head as the filter of the helmet turns on.(set:$helmet to 1)] [[Next|CryoPre2]]

***KH--LUNK!!*** Without a hint of a warning, the panel below you creaks and snaps, maybe from the pressure, maybe from the cold, maybe both. You don't get a chance to hold onto the other panels, and you quickly bounce left and right along a separate vent. Another panel snaps, sending you onto a third one. You're pretty sure that you're destroying the air resupply of this wing, but that thought quickly scatters once your butt finds a cold, hard surface to land on. Your neck painfully bounces on the stiff helmet, and you groan as you pull yourself up. (display:"CryoEnt")

You steady your hands on the crank and begin pressing, the initial bits of frost breaking and snapping. You hear cogs and machinery very slowly whirring as the entire elevator slowly activates. (if:(history:)contains "CrankFluid")[[[Next|CElevator]]](else:)[[[Next|CrankFluid]]](if:$trap is >0)[ [[Set a trap here|CryoTrap]]]

The elevator finally gets enough momentum to light up the room with power, and noisily clangs against the bottom, your current location. It's quite wide, so you have no trouble getting on, slamming the FUCK out of the door, and hitting the button frantically. You don't truly relax until the freezing chamber is finally out of sight. The elevator slams into a stuck position on the top floor, leading towards the main hall of the commercial district. (display:"Mall")

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The smell only gets more intense from this point on. It's definitely stirring your loins, and the surroundings are getting more humid the deeper you venture. You step on one of many puddles here. It is steaming, dripping from the ceiling. You follow the trail with your eyes and find a few open panes on the ceiling, the water is falling from darkness. This place needs a few thousand engineers to get back in shape, you estimate. Your eyes fall on an object along the corridor. Phallic-shaped, draped in an almost-upright position against a wall. It looks like a half-erect dark-red and black dildo, if only massive in size; You'd guesstimate it to be 4 feet tall and a foot and a half thick. Not only is it lifesize in texture and... smell, but it is also throbbing. The two, fat nuts drape below, atop two similar puddles, also steaming. (if:$trap is >0)[(unless:(history:) contains "CocksTrap")[ [[Set a trap here|CocksTrap]]]] [[Inspect the cock|CockInspection]] [[Keep going|Cocks2]]

You lean down and poke the tip of it, which is covered in a pretty sizable foreskin. It almost immediately reacts, throbbing a few inches taller from your poke alone. You stick a few fingers into the foreskin, already feeling the sweat coating the warm, life-like dildo, as you wrap your other hand around the midsection and gently tug down. The foreskin slowly retracts, revealing the also dark-colored glans beneath. Leaning in a tad further, you sniff the tip, and are assailed with a musk so strong you would think this thing to be the real thing. It throbs a few more times, a few fat veins bulging out the black and dark-red patterns on the side of it... [[Wrap your mouth around it|CockInsertion]] [[Leave it|Cocks2]] =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1TFhPNPbaBhMzSAxHU5TpZ2aRw8819oRr" style=width:500px;height:500px; >

Shaking your head, you continue down the narrow passageway, finding that a few more of these obelisks of flesh dapple the passage. Some propped up against the wall, some slumped down or just scattered on the ground. The sizes vary wildly, the shapes too. One of them has a large condom wrapped around it, and is close to burst with the amount of jizz that is bulging out of it. You have to press yourself against a wall to skirt some of these, noticing that it too is wet with whatever humid substance is coarsing through these rooms. (display:"CocksGen")

You put yourself in a more comfortable position, and start idly rubbing the disembodied cock up and down, feeling it already drip copious amounts of pre; Makes sense for its size. You lean forwards and take a deep breath of the musky thing, before opening your jaw and taking the spongy head inside. The taste is immediate: Salty, tangy flesh with an earthy, cheesy aftertaste to it. Your eyes go straight up in pleasure as you swallow the thing down. Both hands go down on the floor, but accidentally squeeze the huge, sweaty orbs on the ground, causing the cock to twitch and spew forth a massive load of nut into your system. You reflexively pull back, not before swallowing half of its immense payload, and the rest flies up like a geyser, coating both you and it in steaming, fresh cum. The taste is pretty much the real thing, and the way that the shaft begins to idly retract into a foot-long chub makes you believe that this is probably some next-gen shit. [[Keep walking|Cocks2]] [[Store it in your butt|CockInsertion2]]

The newly reduced size does make it pretty portable, and the entire shaft is coated in slippery, thick nut, so it's not too much of an issue for you to take off the upper portion of your suit, grab the surprisingly heavy thing up, and begin cramming it head-first up your ass. Your own member twitches from the pleasurable, ridged and spongy thing entering you. It really *does* feel like the real thing. You shudder to yourself as you feel it squeeze some more leftover seed into you. [[Next|CockInsertion3]]

A few minutes of exploring the mysterious, musky passage pass before you start to feel... strange. Your butt passenger twitches and throbs, getting thicker and thicker. You gasp and begin undoing your suit, but another throb sends you down to your knees. It's growing too fast for you to get it off, it first pokes a fat bulge on your stomach, causing you to moan and fall back onto your butt. *Shh-chlurp!* You reach towards your backside, and find no base to pull out, only two, draping, fat orbs coming out of your asshole, which are quickly slurped up off of their own accord. You feel your weight shift forwards, and the bulge in your stomach only grows. You grab a hold of your chest as you burp and belch out thick wads of fresh, salty cum. And your breath is cut short as an absolutely massive cockhead emerges from your mouth. You'd be in panic, if both the smell and sensation weren't driving you into horny mode. The straight pillar inside of you pulls your back straight, causing you to fall against the wall as you are shafted by the cock inside of you. You are unable to do anything other than hold the bulging thing on your torso, throat and stomach, it spewing forth gigantic loads of cum that coat your entire head within moments. The stimulation causes your own cock to throb and jet out its own little load within your suit. You stay there, not very much in control of your body as the shaft idly retracts back inside of your body, not before filling your stomach with much more seed. A few minutes later, you are back to your senses, though still very much addled by the now extreme musk of this place, the fresh coat of jizz on your upper body, and the still bulging sensation inside of you. You make it a few steps before it happens once more. Powerless to do anything, you fall to your knees and start jacking off the gigantic member inside of you, forever cursed to carry this enormous thing inside of you. You can't complain, for it forever feeds you and grants you endless pleasure. Soon enough you're purposefully filling your suit with the monster cock's jizz just for the hell of it. You do eventually make it to the grand hall at the end of this passage. Nothing but draped over, immense cocks. A heaven.

Your head drifts, and you lazily poke one eye open just to see the walls above you, draped furs and oversized hoodies making for a rather cozy bear nest. The slurping sounds below draw your gaze, and your eyes fall to the bear still in front of you, maw slowly wrapping against your legs as it casually shoves your entire form down a very warm, cozy gullet. You don't have the strength to even kick, nor the sense to know better, and your head wanders some more. You hear the squelch of your feet slipping down the large furry beast's throat, your upper body now beginning to lift as your pelvis is now being slipped into the bear. The incredibly slow, methodical approach of this creature is so gentle that you don't gather your head until your chest is the only thing poking out of this animal. Your breathing starts rising again as the panic sets in once more, but a paw pokes your face fully into the bear's jaws. You leave the world with a muffled moan, as a slimy tongue wraps around your face and drags you down. You feel yourself press against the soft and forgiving flesh, layers of fat making for a hot and cozy passage while still retaining its tightness. You try to get any hold to push up the slime-filled passage, but every push up is met with a fall that pulls you deeper into the belly of the beast. You feel your toes slip into a passage that you can't even pull out of, and after a minute or so of struggling, your head falls lax, and you just let the muscles begin to take you. Your jaw slides against plump flesh, and you idly slide downwards until you're curling up on a very slippery stomach. It's weird that the panic hasn't even set in yet, you're just cozing up into your new home without any thought, whether it be from the bear's idle approach or your own suddenly not-so-freezing-anymore environment, you don't know. What you do know is that your sleep soon comes, and it's the nicest, and longest sleep you ever get. --- A low, guttural burp is all the bear gets out, before one of its paws reaches for its own maw and pulls out a soaked latex suit, plopping it down in a small pool of slobber, before falling back on its nest of furs and fondling its still wriggling gut. Humans are extremely resilliant, but bears are extremely patient, the beast knows it has a week or so before the wriggling smooths out, and it is going to enjoy it.

(color:#b3ad89)[You see it stand in a far cargo alcove, some boxes still in place, but most of the surroundings coated in a layer of white goop. It's cock of a head lurches left and right as you approach it, like an antenna, and you idly bring your hand up to it, touching its head. It stands there, motionless, before lurching towards you! You try to grab the midsection of it to keep yourself from fully toppling over, legs dragging against the slick metal beneath. The beast bows its appendage down, trying to knock you down, but you muscle your arms down and manage to plant both feet square on the ground, getting solid floor. You feel like you can get a good running start if you disengage in time, but your legs fail to account for the slimy patch of the ground you're now in it, and like superglue, they keep you locked tight as the rest of your body falls down and onto warm metal. You look towards the beast, turning its head left and right as if trying to assess your position, and try to pull and tug at your feet, but notice that the latex has fully sunk into whatever mixture this one cock secretes. Without a second thought, you begin unzipping your suit, crawling out of your rubber one piece, and you scramble against the ground and head for the exit, when a solid pillar of off-yellow flesh knocks you into the corner of the room. You don't slam your head but smack into three giant cocks, upright and throbbing like some macabre, overgrown flora. You see the two-legged cockbeast right above you, poking its head between your legs. Its slick flesh glides against your buttcheeks and legs with every thrust, and you try to reach up and pull yourself up, but the three, musky appendages you're trying to pull against just slip right off, like they're coated in lube. [[Next|CockBeast2]]]

(color:#b3ad89)[It keeps gliding against you, streaking steaming white against your stomach and cheeks, and takes a few steps towards you, finally locking its head against your tight buttcheeks. You try kicking at it, but there's nothing to kick, and you feel your guts part to let the monster in. A moan is cut into a breathless sigh as you are speared through by the immense monster, feeling the bulging of its already flared horsecock pushing through your stomach, abdomen, and finally against your throat. Your legs quiver and your hands fall lax at the sudden and extreme few seconds of pleasure, your head pushing from the sudden force against three huge, spongy cocks that begin stiffening against your touch. One of them idly begins throbbing and oozing pre against your face, and you are powerless to stop it as it smears against your face. Your own dick is dwarfed in comparison of the giant mast that's spearing you. A few minutes of relentless fucking done by what you assume is a being, that only cares about shoving 90% of itself into a hole pass before you feel its pace slow, your body lifted by the still stiffening meat inside of you, before your own arms can't support you against the wall, and you slam against two of the slimy, musky cocks behind. Your moan falls into a gurgle as jizz sprays out of your own mouth, the giant member inside of you unloading all the way through you, before the legs pull back and it instead chooses to inflate your stomach thoroughly; The two appendages behind react accordingly and let loose gallons of jizz, one stream flies up in the air and coats you from above, while the other one is shot point blank across your hair, giving your head a very thick coating of it. A minute of pure unloading later, and the beast disengages from your ravaged form, leaving a milky-white covered human slumped against the ground, belly utterly filled with jizz while more is idly coating him from the cocks surrounding him. (set:$cockbeast to 1)[] [[Next|CocksGen]]]

(color:#9c9672)[You start by checking the side panel for any access point, but all of the circuits are fried, and there doesn't appear any entry at all. You try lifting from beneath, but the thick coating of steaming jizz on the ground has effectively made a seal here, and you can't seem to pull this thing open. Your rummaging seems to have brought in a guest, you hear deep metallic clangs echoing from up one of the elevator shafts, the doors only slightly ajar, letting some flickering light trickle in. You don't see anything, so you keep trying, finding a nearby screwdriver and shoving it into the unit trying to short circuit this thing. It works. With a flash of white, you see sparks fly out of the control panel as the door whirrs to life, begining to lift from the bottom. The slime, however, keeps it in place, glued to the ground. The slams rise in volume, and one of the elevator doors flies across the room, revealing a large beast that looks towards the room, the telltale sounds of a respirator echoing from it. It looks humanoid, though 8 feet tall and as thick as the elevator shaft itself, somewhat of a lizard-like head, though all is covered in a latex suit, respirator attached to its snout and winding down to a permanent attachment to its enormous, two feet in diameter set of what you assume to be its nuts. All you see regarding its features is a pair of purple eyes briefly seen between steamy breaths. [[Hide|CocksHide]] [[Cut through the slime|HuffEnd]]]

(color:#c9c4a1)[The hallway opens up into a grand hall, you can see dimly lit elevator doors on either side, what you assume to be the cargo bay central unit. Your eyes however fall upon the many more, larger sized cocks, some disembodied...(if:$cockbeast is 0)[ Some not. Lit up by a flickering light in the background, you spot a grayish-yellow shaft, almost equine in nature, with two muscular legs of the same hue supporting them, a bizarre sight. The smell gets extreme in here, the musk is as strong as it is stagnant, and you can feel a few trickles of salty material building up at the back of your throat. There is another hallway in the back, blocked by a sturdy iron door. [[Approach the yellow creature|CockBeast]]](else:)[ With the exception of the yellow cockbeast that sits in an alcove towards the back, still wildly spewing jizz across the wall while pacing the room. The smell gets extreme in here, the musk is as strong as it is stagnant, and you can feel a few trickles of salty material building up at the back of your throat. There is another hallway in the back, blocked by a sturdy iron door.] [[Try to open the door|CocksDoor]]]

(color:#757050)[You roll to the side and hide beneath the alcove, finding a large enough box to interpose some more cover between you and the creature. Soon enough, you hear the loud sounds of two feet hitting ground, a huge weight behind them. They approach, then fade, then get close again. You hold your breath and sink between your knees most you can, until they fade once more. A squelch and a shlorp later, you hear the steps slowly retreat until they have turned to nothing. You wait a minute. Then another minute. Then you peek out, watching a puddle of slime where the front of the elevator is, right next to what appears to be two of the similar disembodied dicks you've been seeing around, except that they have four mechanical-looking legs at the base of the shaft, keeping most of the tool held aloft. You slowly sneak out until you're back next to the door, and begin trying to pull the slime out of the jammed door. You can still hear the whirring of the mechanisms trying to pull this thing up, and you plop both feet on the milky white puddle and pull up with all of your might. The skittering things behind you seem to notice this, especially when you get some leverage and shove the door all the way up. You see just behind you as the two things take immediate notice of you, and skitter with lightning speed, headed straight for you. [[Fight them with the screwdriver|CocksHuffSpider]] [[Run|Cocks3]]]

(color:#9c9672)[You sink down to your knees and begin trying to sever the thick slime with your screwdriver, already hearing the reverberating thuds of the creature entering the room. Its feet must be immense, they rock the place with each step, as you jab the tool into the open space, watching it sink and fold the material like it's honey. You ditch the screwdriver aside and try to tear it yourself, but a large hand wraps against your lower jaw. You panic, bringing both of your arms up and disengaging as you run to the side. Covering some distance now, you see the beast in a more clear light, slowly turning its head towards you, pink fumes emanating from the respirator every five seconds. Its immense frame covers most of the alcove, thoroughly sealing you in a dead end. Every step is slow, carrying the bulky weight of his body with effort. Its stomach is bloated and two breasts as big as its head bounce in sync with its junk. You gulp as you feel it inch closer, eyes locked to yours as it reached towards its rear, zipping something and pulling out what appears to be a latex mask, of a similar color to yours. Whatever movement you were planning on doing, it's not quick enough, as a hand wraps quickly around your head, this time with a vice-like grip. It lifts you up and pins you against the wall, the latex-bound creature squishing you with its pudgy midsection against the wall as its other hand begins slowly attaching the mask to you. You see the dripping, smelly thing come down on your head, slipping in and securing tightly on your head. The smell is so strong and spicy that you thing you're gonna pass out on the spot, but you can see through a slimy visor as the creature takes off its respirator from its maw,and slowly attaches it to your mask. You struggle, squirming in your grasp. Then... you don't. Your protests sink into the back of your head with your first breath, as the creature disengages and you slide down to your hands and knees, watching the thick tubing flow from your mouth to the bulging watermelon nuts, you take another deep breath. The immense musk takes the will out of you, as pleasure takes a very big priority in your mind. Your cock twitches and releases a hot load against your suit, your feet twitching as you begin crawling towards the beast in front of you. It simply looks down at you, and turns away, walking back towards the elevator shaft. You see from here the large zipper located where its butthole would be, still dripping with a bit of slime since it was recently closed. Then... you crawl, following your master, eager for more of that wonderful scent. Each breath sends a little shockwave of pleasure through your system, you feel your stomach begin to give in a little bit, plumping up ever so faintly. Within a few days, you'll make for a wonderful drone.]

(color:#757050)[You reach for the screwdriver, intent on sticking it on the first of the two, but before you can ever wrap your fingers against the instrument, one of them has deftly jumped on your back. The surprising heft of the contraption is carried by the huge, half-mast dick that hangs off of it, which rocks you like a bat to the spine as you slam against a crate. You feel its thin legs crawl around you until they reach the back zipper of your suit, and gently tug. You are trying to hold yourself steady against the crate, when the other contraption jumps on it, right in front of you. You bring one hand up, a surprised gasp as you feel the hot, slimy appendage rub against your back, yet your gasp is forced back, along with the giant cock that jumps into your throat and down to the hilt. You gurgle and groan as the four metallic legs latch around your face, keeping the two watermelon-sized nuts locked against your chin, and you put both hands around it, trying to tug the thing out, when the second critter finds the bottom of your suit's zipper, and eagerly crams itself up your butt. The huge dicks meet half-way through you, and your back tenses as you drop to the side, feeling both cold sets of claws firmly lodge themselves against you. With both your throat and butt stretched, you try to reach for the suit, when the things latched to you beep once, and then thrust at an obscene speed in and out of you, in sync. Your toes curl, your cock tenses, and your thoughts vanish, replaced by a override of pure pleasure. You can't even moan from the rough treatment your throat is getting, and your dick jets out a little spray of jizz that mingles with the many puddles of the room. You try getting up but you're just stuck to one of the many pools of white, being thoroughly spitroasted by these strange entities. Your eyes eventually roll up as you feel both cocks hilt all the way inside of you, heavy ballast of a nutsack weighing down on both sides as your stomach inflates, and your consciousness wanes. The creatures don't stop there.]

(color:#635f41)[You dive forwards, not even noticing the bright white halls lit from all directions until you're in the room. This hallway carries for another 15 feet before ending in a similar door, and as you're running you hear the creatures inch closer with each passing second. You hear a loud beep go off, and several showerheads spray water on you all, causing the entities behind you to turn tail (or, cock) and flee. You slow your pace and take a breather as the air no longer feels as thick and musky as before. A minute or so passes before the door in front of you opens, the shower stopping. [[Head inside|Cocks4]]]

(color:#5c5839)[This seems to be an expansion of the previous storage bay, judging by the symmetrical layout it does lead you to assume that this is the alternate bay. The first thing you notice, is the gigantic mass of flesh in the center of the room, focused around one gargantuan member that idly hangs suspended, throbbing and spraying some misty white fluid on the large pools in here. The whole room is coated in this stuff, and the squelch of your step slows you down tremendously. Out of the six elevator shafts in this room, two of them seem empty, while the rest sport a number of humanoids suspended in latex, several tubings going in and out of their holes in bizarre arrangements, some even suspended on ceilings from elevator to elevator. This entire place looks nightmarish, and the extremely heady smell doesn't make it any better, either. You see a door heading out of here on the far end of the room, though the floor is a landmine of phalluses and white pools. The ginormous meat pole in front of you twitches and throbs, you can faintly see the urethra surrounded by a thick foreskin, copious amounts of pre now flowing from it like a fountain. ] [[Get in one of the elevator shafts|CocksShaft]] (color:#ad0d02)[**WARNING: CHIP INTERFERENCE DETECTED!**] [[Make out with the giant member|GiantCock]]

Watching your step, and your front for any clothesline-level dicks, you make way towards the nearest shaft, which means walking past one of the... occupied ones. You idly begin sneaking past the humanoid being, roughly your size, which is surprising since everything is much bigger than you around here. The squelches resonate with every step, and you can't do much to dampen the sound, an unfortunate predicament, as you see the creature you're trying to sneak past slowly turn a latex-covered head towards you. You freeze in place, though you see no eyes, this thing is fixated on your form, though it doesn't seem to be able to move. You wait for a minute before walking again. Then you hear it, the hissing of pneumatic tubes disengaging. You freeze once more, back hunched as you turn back and face the elevator shaft. You don't see him, but turning a little more, you see a large silhouette right behind you, within inches from your back. It grabs onto your shoulder, though the rubber slips off as you wrench your arm back. Backing away, your foot catches another pool of slime, and you fall back, now crawling away from this being as it effortlessly steps towards you. You groan as it goes down on top of you, securing you against the ground with its weight, baggy latex obviously not fitting to its form. One of its tubes, the ones that seems to come out of its rear, is held aloft in its hand, as it begins crawling up to face-level, intent on shoving it into your face. You've inched yourself enough where you're a few feet from the shaft itself. A thick wire hangs closest to your hand, but you're gonna have to commit to turning your back on this thing. [[Shove the creature off|CocksShaftDrone]] [[Reach for the wire|CocksShaftElev]]

You center both hands on its chest and push with all of your might, giving out a sharp roar. Your push holds true, and the latex pushes back, but its empty hand grabs a hold of your arm and pushes itself back with twice the momentum. It lands a latex body that knocks the wind out of you, and your mind wanders for too long to hold its other hand at bay. Your face is met with a mask that locks snugly around your head, like it was meant to fit humans. Your quickened, panicked breath pulls in a heady, hot load of fumes that cause you to sputter and gag. The thick musk so strong that your back arches and your limbs shake for a minute, as your lungs, starved for air, draw in more and more lungfuls of this creature's hind. Two latex-bound arms slowly begin zipping off your suit, and your body fails to give enough strength to even resist it, your pitiful pushes ignored by the being as you're stripped of your protective clothes. Its oversized latex suit rustles as one hand zips the entire front end, revealing a human torso as well as a thick fog of musk that escapes the inside of the suit. Your surprise is met with two arms that immediately tug your naked form in, slipping both of your legs against hotter, damp ones, your stomach collides with another, and your mask is pulled free from you. The entire suit zips up behind you, locking you against your masked assailant. You wriggle in place, still trying to struggle, when an oversized silhouette takes your field of view. The same being you saw come out of another elevator shaft steps up to you two, one of its hands rustling your hair while the other pulls something out of its behind with a zip. It brings up an oversized helmet, which it then plops down on top of you two, not before taking off the mask of the human in front of you. You are secluded in utter darkness, your lips pushed against another person's, your own manhood rubbing against another. The smell is so intense that you're forced to sniff the sweaty, musky person in front of you. You feel him being dragged away, carrying you with it, securely attached in a permanent embrace against one another. Your first cumshot comes within the minute, and your partner's tongue pushes into your mouth as you feel a similar warmth spread across your stomach and cock, too. You get the feeling that you'll be stuck here for quite a while.

You grab on, and pull, causing your lower body to vanish from under the figure, which drops to the floor. Your arm strains to hoist your weight away, and then strains much more as you hang freely on the elevator shaft, bringing your second arm immediately to not plummet down. Swinging forwards and back, you spot the same creature now standing on the doorway of the shaft, head idly pointed in your direction as you freely hang around this vertical passage. Above you, you see another floor with a similar doorway, though the door is currently closed; Below, you see the actual elevator with its hatch open, shrouded in darkness. A small pool of water is on the bottom of the shaft, idly reflected from the light in your suit. [[Go up|CockShaftUp]] [[Go down|CockShaftDown]]

You stumble a few steps forwards, feeling the sticky surface beneath your feet squelch louder the closer you get to the source of these fumes. The smell becomes overpowering, mingling with your own breath, you feel yourself start to sweat in tandem with the gigantic, throbbing thing in front of you. The cockhead isn't visible anymore, shrouded under a thick foreskin as the strange plant life slowly turns to point the shaft towards you. You lick your lips and grab a hold of the girthy, pulsing pole, eyes closing as you lean forwards and kiss the tip of it. A sharp sniff later and your mind is fully devoted to this humongous thing, tongue lapping up salty sweat, then going down and gulping down the few trickles of thick honey-like liquid pouring from it, going down to your knees as it begins throbbing and spewing more of the stuff. You let it coat you, hands cupped beneath your chin to grab as much as you can, feeling the liquid flowing around your suit, knees, stomach. You can't open your eyes anymore, but the taste only gets better, as you gulp and gulp more of the warm, heavenly liquid. Your toes curl, you feel immobilized, your hands are no longer by your head, but nowhere at all. You look around and can't even open your eyes, nor crane your head down. Your knees feel heavy and sagging, your torso feels thick and... throbbing. Your pleasure reaches an apex as another wave of fresh liquid coats your top, and your moan is not a moan, but an orgasmic surge of jizz spewing out of your mouth, your gigantic new nutsack tensing as it delivers a load that partially coats the plant on top of you, but ultimately seals your fate. Your self pulses and throbs, the cockhead the only visible bit of skin in your body as you are now a latex-bound cock the size of a beast, idly pulsing every few seconds as you go back into a half-mast state. The rest of the room falls silent, the idle shuffling of some of the tied-up figures near the elevator shaft making the only sounds in this room. Your form is just an additional article to the collection.

You slowly climb down, heart on the back of your throat. Each few feet of distance are accompanied with a little slip that makes you jostle and swing on the cable a little more than you feel comfortable, but you keep a steady pace downwards. Then, you feel it in your ankles, the cable is wet. Not only that, but slimy. You try to compensate with your hands, but with the height lost, they also begin slipping down; Your surprised gasp falls breathless as you noiselessly drop down onto darkness. ***SHH--****plup* You feel yourself land on an incredibly thick honey-like liquid, back-first. Heaving, you start pulling yourself up. Only you can't. Whatever liquid's beneath you is superglued to your entire latex back, not only sticking you to it, but also sealing the zipper portion that could even let you out of the suit. You groan and struggle against your bindings, only getting a few inches of leverage before bouncing back against the blubbery pool beneath you. You feel it jiggle with your form. A minute or so later, you cease your effortless struggles, breathing for a moment. A metallic clang rings from somewhere within the room directly north of you, though you can't even raise your head to look at the dark room. You gulp in place and hold your breath best you can. [[Next|ShaftCheck]]

(if:$FemaleShaft is 0)[(display:"Female1")](else:)[(display:"ShaftEnd")]

Ten minutes or so pass, silence and darkness taking the entirety of the chamber, your nerves are high and you can feel the idle drop of water from somewhere on the top of this shaft. A hatch on the room north of you slams open, letting in a few rays of artificial light from below. You can see your surroundings a little better, and you can see the thing jumping in for a second or so, but they are more apparent as they come to stand right above you: A 9ft. tall latex-creature stands in front of you, head a featureless orb above its shoulders, arms ending in thick nubs with slimy, slit-like openings. Its body is massive, and its midsection sports a large, horizontal slit with a tube protruding from it. The being looks at your form for but a minute, before stepping down into the pool. You hear its feet effortlessly squelch around the surface, completely going around you before standing behind you. You see the gash on their midsection gape for a moment as they bend down above you, the two openings on its arms swallowing your own up to your shoulders. You feel a slimy warmth as the two appendages squish down and begin raising you, much to your protests. With your arms to your sides locked inside of this macabre latex being's arm-holes, you flail your legs in the air once they also disengage from the goop, seeing as the horizontal pouch begins gaping, a purple steam coming off of them and causing sharp tingles up your spine, ones that cause you to inadvertently moan. You're lowered down in that one moment of weakness, your feet slipping into the slick and hot pouch below. You feel your erect member slip in as well, your entire lower body snugly wrapped in hot, slippery latex, then your torso, then your arms slowly slide out of their bindings, sealing your fate as the opening above you quickly seals up. You travel lower, lower and wrap down to the creature's crotch, against a hot, slick sack with a scent so enticing that you wrap yourself against it. You know it's the twisted being's balls, but the sensations traveling around your brain are so damn good, that you don't see yourself making out with the sweaty appendage as weird. --- The bulge settles within the being, as it turns around and walks away, hopping down from the platform without a problem. It feels a shiver in its crotch, but does not stray from its path, as the features that are swaying between its legs slowly loose form, and turn into the same, uniform bulge. One thick arm goes into the pouch, comes out wrapped in white goop, the slimy opening on the end of the cannon-like arm spitting out an empty, grey suit, sopping wet onto the floor. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1K2pjKdHseixNrcCqfO3APMnCj9eOUlxq" style=width:300px;height:300px; >

Silence. You hold still for what seems like an eternity, before a sound catches your ears. "Pst." You perk up, and see through the faint glow of the suit as a small vial is tossed to your hand. You luckily have the dexterity to grab it. Then, silence. You wait for a few moments, before turning to face the vial, it being some sort of clear fluid with a flimsy cork on the top, which you're able to pop with your thumb. Leaning the vial down, you see as the liquid drops through the sticky substance, and hisses as it foams up; The tar material quickly retracts, and you climb up and away from the pool on the shaft, getting into the room ahead of you. It seems like you're on a service chamber, no one around you but the vent-drop below you that seems to be your only way out of here. Upon further exploration you do find what appears to be a set of broken-down tools. (if:$parts is >2)[You don't need them, though.](else:)[You pick them up, carrying what you can comfortably stow away, which is some sort of reading gun.(set:$parts to it + 2) ]You drop down, you get the chance you won't be so lucky next time. (set:$FemaleShaft to 1) (display:"Mall-H-E-E")

The room ahead is an expansive chamber, spanning a good 60 feet on all sides, though most of the room is occupied with pistons, pipes and valves, all leading to a small compartment in the center. A number of objects, plastic, rubber, trimmed bits of printed objects, dapple the floor around you. The fabricator appears to be in working condition, if a few of the valves seem to be over-tightened.(if:$cock is 2)[ The portal is still glowing in this chamber, revealing the shrouded room it teleports to. A number of subdued heaves and pants can be heard from it. [[Enter the portal|BreedingRoomw]]] [[Leave|FabLeave]] [[Turn on|Fab1]]

The machine whirrs to life, lights turning on and making the two compartments inside of the fabricator visible with a bright white light. [[Leave|FabLeave]] [[Put your suit in the first slot|M-S-E]] (if:$parts is >1)[[[Put the tool in the first slot|M-P-E]]] (if:$cock is 1)[[[Put the realistic dildo in the first slot|M-C-E]]]

A low hum takes over the machine as it slowly begins spinning its inner mechanisms. You gulp a bit, being inside of the chamber itself putting all of these deep rumbles right within earshot, but you don't have to worry for much. The opening closes, sealing you in darkness. You try and yell, but two plates press you from either side, smearing you into a near flat pancake. You wriggle, toes and fingers curling as that's all you can do. You can feel your own form deforming and giving in to the intense pressure, when a sharp hiss fills the chamber. Rather than being pressed into a thin paste, the plates rescind, and an obscenely large, rubber instrument is pressed into your mouth. You gag as it expands inside of your mouth, trying to pull away but only finding that a mold keeps your head steady in place. You release a pitiful throaty gurgle as the machine stops, having expanded enough and retracting. --- A little beep indicates the process being done, and the rightmost chamber releases some pearly white steam as it opens, a single rod extending the large, skin-toned suit into the cool air. The suit itself wriggles its arms and legs a little, it hanging off of its large hole where a face should be, now only steam drifts off of it. The rod lets the garment fall, and it slaps onto the ground like very thick rubber, the bulging dick between the legs throbbing before releasing a cumshot so powerful that it threatens with caving the entire shaft into itself. <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1bRPIMb48vWHQAvlWNScA6iA6KjnazEtZ" style=width:800px;height:168px; > [[Next|SuitFuck]]

You neatly tuck your suit away into the machine. (set:$m1 to "suit") (display:"Fab2")

The second slot opens up, this one a tad bigger. [[Put yourself on the second slot|M-E-P]] (if:$parts is >0)[[Put the mechanical parts on the second slot|M-E-Part]]

You take out the fizzled tool and inch it towards the center of the compartment, hitting the Enable button afterwards. (set:$m1 to "parts")(set:$parts to it -1) (display:"Fab2")

You plop the warm, throbbing red shaft into the machine. It oozes a little. (set:$m1 to "cock") (display:"Fab2")

You crawl into the other chamber, reaching out with your hand and hitting the enable button before fitting yourself snugly inside. (set:$m2 to "player") [[Next|Fab3]]

You pull the parts and electronics and arrange them along the floor of the machine. (set:$m2 to "parts")(set: $parts to it -1) [[Next|Fab3]]

(if:$m1 is "suit") \ [(if:$m2 is "player") [(display:"Fab-S-P")] \ (if:$m2 is "parts") [(display:"Fab-S-Part")]]\ \ \(if:$m1 is "parts") \ [(if:$m2 is "player") [(display:"Fab-P-P")] \ (if:$m2 is "parts") [(display:"Fab Fix")]] \ \(if:$m1 is "cock") \ [(if:$m2 is "player") [(display:"Fab-C-P")] \ (if:$m2 is "parts") [(display:"Fab-C-part")]]

The machine whirrs to life, a low hum that slowly raises up as minute mechanical parts grind among eachother within the closed cases. You hear your suit squeak for a bit, before silence permeates the chamber. With a small, low ding, the second chamber opens up, revealing the suit you have had before, save for the fact that a few mechanical implants are placed across the spine. It doesn't strike you as something you've ever seen in your times in space, and putting it on is a tad easier, as the front of the suit simply splits to your touch, allowing you a much more comfortable time putting on the heavier piece of latex. Jumping a little in place, you confirm your suspicions, this thing is heavier than the previous suit. (set: $suit to 1)(display:"Fab4")

The door begins sealing as you hear the beep of the circuits start to calculate, and darkness takes the chamber, with an echo of the door slam. The two walls to your sides immediately start rushing towards you, you manage to press with both hands, and they actually give way. For but a second. With a deafening thud, you are squeezed into the thinnest thing on earth. Life gets impossibly tight, before a vacuum enters from the top. The walls rescind, and your squeezed self gets pushed up a small metallic pipe, then over another, then another. You squelch and squish through more lines before falling onto metallic floor. Still as blind and shrouded in darkness, you feel a heat begin to sizzle your spread form; Along with it, a dull orange light gives you a view onto a metallic reflection above. Your form, pushed against itself and flattened into a very wide sticker, your eyes and mouth still barely visible, looking back onto the reflection. You groan through tightness as you see bubbles poking out of your naked form, it swelling onto a dough-like substance. You feel your pancaked arms bloat out, hips and midsection too, all onto this bread-like substance that pops and creaks as it inflates. A piston comes into view, from somewhere within the darkness, and squeezes your butt against the rest of your substance, you groan in response to the invasive yet-slightly-arousing squeeze, but then another piston pops into view and slams down against your swollen middle. Seven more of these metallic plates squish you over and over, until even your face is mashed into a very equal-textured slop of human batter. --- A little beep indicates the process being done, and the rightmost chamber releases some pearly white steam as it opens, revealing what looks like a pristine tool of some sort, if only a light skin tone coating the slimy exterior of it, as it drips some still-fresh paste onto the ground. The visor on its back depicts a crude face represented in symbols, frantically blinking and looking around. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1BVNUBVMUtENz1mE7L5W6BO2G9R1uRaF8" style=width:300px;height:300px; > <=== [[Next|FleshlightFuck]]

After about a minute of whirring, beeping, and what sounds like loud metal slamming, the second door opens to reveal a pristine hacking tool, metal shining and freshly crafted. You can see on the visor as the operating system boots up for the first time, giving an OK afterwards. (display:"Fab4")(set:$tool to "hack")

The machine powers down, the lights dimming a bit as the Fabricator recharges. (if:$cock is 2)[ [[Enter the portal|BreedingRoomw]]] [[Wait its cooldown period|Fab1]] [[Leave|FabLeave]]

A solid few minutes of slimy dripping from the freshly crafted flesh-machine pass before the open door of the chamber creaks, a small, devil-like humanoid being poking into the room. The lithe, 4 foot tall thing hovers by its fiendish wings while approaching the room, a fleshlight-like contraption hanging from between its legs. It spends a couple of minutes flying about the room, inspecting the bits and baubles along the ground, even taking a few and sniffing them, right before its eyes fall upon the dripping machine inside the fabricator. The being cocks its head, and swoops towards it, fitting itself into the small box of the contraption and picking up the tool. It squelches as it disengages itself from the metallic floor, its texture fleshy and greasy. The devil stares into the reader of the tool, and the reader stares back, before the humanoid gives the tool a good, long lick, tasting the thing. He reaches to the fleshlight between his legs and slips it out, revealing the shiny, thick red rod between its legs before rubbing the tool against the dick, prodding all around it with its shaft. After a few moments of inspection, the humanoid finds the tip of the tool, actually has an opening, a soft, fleshy hole leading inside. It doesn't spend a second examining it, they just fit the thing roughly around their cock and start powerthrusting into it. Doesn't take longer than five minutes for them to be nutting into the fleshy tool. Their feet grip the wall of the fabricator hard as they thrust deep and empty themselves into it. Seems this tool has found its purpose.

The door to the fabricator room still hangs open, the suit not managing to even lift its limbs up at all, it lies there, mostly motionless. Until someone walks by the door, a large, dark-red anthropomorphic raptor, its hips as wide as the door, its bikini not even trying to hide the bulging thing between its legs. The head peeks in, a single eye poking into the room before its large talons make their way inside. The suit wriggles just a bit in response, the dinosaur eyeing the thing on the ground for a minute or so, inspecting the still-erect cock this suit seems to have, before one of its large raptor feet squishes the midsection. The suit wriggles some more, the slick member pokes out between talons. With a curious glance, the raptor leans down and a single claw pulls the suit up from its face-opening, inspecting the heavy, still-steaming bodysuit. Its head cocks to the side, and its tight bulge throbs a little in excitement to whatever this garment seems to be. Two talons stretch the face opening, causing the limbs to twitch and quiver in response. This only causes the raptor's lips to curl into a devious smile, as one of its oversized legs shoves its way down the "throat" of the suit, stretching the thing obscenely aaaall the way down to the foot of the suit. The suit's cock throbs once more, and the raptor stretches the face-hole once more and plunges its other clawed foot down the suit. The incredibly resistant fabric doesn't seem to tear at the touch of the talon claws against such tightness. Now with a full-on grin, the raptor clutches both sides of the suit's hole and begins pulling up, watching it contort obscenely to fit its immense, oversized frame. It struggles to swallow the raptor's hips, and he stops to slice the bikini away, letting the gigantic piece of raptor cock flop out and onto the suit's chin, before forcing said garment to swallow all of his frame up. Pulling both arms out, the suit is properly donned, now a ridiculously bizarre and stretched representation of the human it used to be, and a suit to a much bigger, and wider raptor. its fingers curl around the suit's cock, tugging it forwards so the raptor's immense package fits right inside the vacant space, causing the human's bulge to be stretched a few feet forwards. If there was any room, the suit would be shaking, but it is unfortunately pulled too taut for that to happen. The suit is quite comfortable for the slutty raptor, who leans against the wall and nonchalantly jerks itself off in it. A pitiful surge of jizz drips out of the suit itself and onto the ground, before the cockhead is further stretched by the gallons of raptor nut that weigh down on its front. The dinosaur gives a sharp sigh of relief, before groping the stretchy sack of jizz the suit now has, and eagerly exits the room with its newest, bizarre piece of garment.

The door begins sealing as you hear the beep of the circuits start to calculate, and darkness takes the chamber, with an echo of the door slam. A hiss slowly builds above you, as you feel a warm material starting to rain down. As thick as latex, it spills across the floor, quickly beginning to flood the chamber. You try to pry the doors open, but the second your hands are submerged, it's like swimming in molasses. Within the next minute, the entire chamber is submerged, and you get your last lungful of air. Movements are incredibly sluggish, and the panic fades the second your convulsing self takes an inhale of the material. Your innate need to breathe fades into a still peace. You're locked into this gasping expression as the rest of your body begins going onto the same stiffness, your feet curling behind you as you're on your knees, butt raised high and completely covered into this latex substance. You wriggle in place, hearing nothing but the sloshing fluid as it slowly drains out. The chamber opens, and light spills in, revealing your new body, a near exact replica of the dildo you placed on the first chamber, though a bit too literate in its assumption, your larger body causes it to be incredibly oversized, and your mouth appears to be just in where its urethra would be. Anyone that investigated your new form would also find your twitching, latex-bound cock right between the nutsack and shaft of your new body. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1z_Z7_AwCmNuBg38EM9WAZUc5sASS8CVa" style=width:300px;height:300px; >

(display:"Fabricator") (set:$tool to 1) (set:$parts to 2) (set:$cock to 1)

There is a tall, metallic door, lined with scrapes and scratches towards the edge of the door. The card reader next to it seems bludgeoned, but still functions. You get the sense that this door is one of the few the new inhabitants of the ship couldn't get past. The old metallic locks click as you approach it, and the door creaks open on its own. [[Enter|Fabricator]]

The machine starts for a split second, then stops. A large red halo takes over the inside of the second compartment, barely visible, along with some metallic clangs. Out of that compartment, the metallic door is pierced as an also metallic object flies out at tremendous speeds, bouncing against the far wall and hitting the floor. You approach it carefully, watching the thin object still steam, and find it to be some sort of in-vessel teleporter, with a singular button on its side to activate it. You lean down and push it, taking a few steps back to let it activate. It triggers as you know it, lifting up a few feet to head-height, and generating a perfect 7 foot tall rectangle of a light blue hue. The image stabilizes and shows the other side, a dark chamber with a number of bound, shrouded creatures. You pick up the teleporter, it still functions, and you could tune it to your hub!(color:#68d9d9)[ You can tune in to the teleporter using the top HUD.](set:$Teleportation to 1) (set:$cock to 2) (display:"Fab4")

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You slowly climb atop her, eyes trailing you but head unmoved, the well-toned muscles don't budge to your touch. You take your suit out, her head cocks as you try to take out the leash, causing you to second-guess that decision. You slowly inch yourself to the already reeking, sweat-and-spit-filled pit of the deer woman, gulping to yourself as the stench begins getting to you; The incredibly strong musk is thicker than you can handle, and you can feel your gag reflex beginning to act up, when a strong hand wraps around the back of your head and squeezes you hard against the soft, furry mound. It squeezes like a sponge and smears you with an intense smelling film all around from you. Your feet curl at the feel of the hot, humid air reaching your lungs, nothing else to breathe other than unwashed deer funk. Your own cock twitches as it is pressed against warm fur, and you feel lightheaded. A full minute of huffing and panting against all of that sweaty passes before the hand lets you pull back a few inches, the sounds of music and moaning beginning to crystalize once more as the air comes to you in large, heaving gasps. You feel your whole face coated in the spit of the previous pit-huffer, now an unconscious wolf below your feet. The relief lasts for very little, you're forced back against the source of the stink, fur sticking to your face, hands grasping the front and back of the deer to try to pull yourself at least half an inch out, without any success. This time you feel the edges of your vision grow dark, your throbbing cock contesting your quickly fading consciousness. You feel your eyes roll up and, just on the brink, the faintest hint of budging is enough for you to get some oxygen into you. You heave once more, losing control of your body momentarily as your brain is jump-started once more. The hand pulls back, two hands now hold you up from below your arms, lifting you at the eye-level of the female, the faintest bit of a smile glancing at your gasping, sweat-covered form. One hand wraps against your back and shoves you against the opposite pit, smattering you once more with a new wave of fresh filth. you feel the air begin to leave slowly, replaced with the hot stink she radiates. Your toes curl and your fingers twitch around her sides. This time, the palm rubs you up and down, your face, torso and legs brushing against the greasy fur as you moan every time you're pulled down. You don't even feel your orgasm approaching, just the sudden, intense pleasure overriding your quickly-fading consciousness momentarily. You feel your dick, flattened against the muscular, furry body, let loose a string of white against dark brown. The arm above the pit squeezes your head deeper into the pit. You huff, huff, huff, pant, and your vision goes dark. The deer lets go of your limp, still nutting body, right alongside the scaled anthro that also is unconscious and with a jizz-covered midsection. [[Next|DeerVore]]

The fluid on the corner pools more and more, drips turn into a constant, unbroken and silent string of colorless goop. Your attention is drawn to it as the pool begins to rise, into a blob-like figure. You keep at it with the crank for a while, an eye focused at all times on this thing, but a creak coming from the mechanism causes it to lurch rapidly towards you. [[Hide beyond its sight|CrankFluidH]] [[Start circling slowly around it|CrankFluidC]]

You quickly lock the crank and run to the nearest locker in sight, opening it and closing yourself in it. You keep your ragged breath low and silent, feeling the metal fog up in front of you. No visor, which doesn't do a lot to keep you from panicking. A minute or so passes, and you can hear the squishy scuttling of this creature as it goes around the room. Inching little by little, you pop the door out and look to the blob of pure black as it scouts throghout the room. Its texture is slightly shiny, almost leathery. Is it.... latex? **SNAP!! GROAAAAN-THUD** You wince in response as one of the side walls of the rusted locker just falls off next to you, causing the structure to wobble. You keep your balance by stumbling out of the locker, a few feet from the black tar-creature. It shoots towards you, giving you a split second of a shout before it has you wrapped fully within its mass. The lukewarm temperature of the blob is uncanny as it sloshes you within its mass. You feel your suit mold and shift like clay in its grasp, tightly squeezing you as your body shifts and presses around at the blob's whim. Your helmet breaks through the top surface of the blob, and you see one of your feet also breaking through, wrapped in latex. You also see two arms, not yours, grotesquely oversized; They push both your head and foot back within its mass. You feel it gripping your back and foot and straightening you out. A moan is lost to the muffled and sound-proof depths of this being as a big finger is pushed through the suit and into your ass, causing you to wriggle uselessly against the now sturdy and hard latex. You feel your own dick betray your struggles as the finger pushes deeper, and deeper. It's not a finger anymore, it's gallons of latex flowing straight into you. You gasp and your toes curl as the sensations prove hotter and hotter. Within half a minute, your stomach is half as big as the entire blob, you feel your bellybutton push out and your own breasts begin to inflate too. Your cock reflexively spurts its own load, but you feel yourself be plugged down your urethra, too. The bizarre and straining pleasure of having your own nuts be bloated beyond any possible limit causes something to snap within your mind. The pleasure is too much, and your moan is cut short as a string of latex shoots out of your throat and covers your face, pushing the helmet out. Your mind is replaced with a thick coating of rubber, turning your thoughts, insides, and outside into nothing but hungering, lustful latex. --- The blob of pure black eventually starts moving again, after a few minutes of undulating, it slowly scuttling up on the wall before it is out of sight to the main floor. A few squelches and schlops echo before a helmet cracks against the hard metal ground, then a small chip right alongside it. The only remaining clue that there was anyone here to begin with.

Using the pillar in the center for cover, you slowly walk around the creature with a hand idly tracing the elevator shaft. The back wall of it has a grate, so you slowly duck your head to avoid line of sight. A small creak originates from the door you came through, and almost immediately the sloshes and squelches intensify as the being is entirely up against the doorway. It quickly dawns on you that this thing is drawn to sound, and so you lean down into a crouch stance and steady your breathing. A few minutes pass, black tar being left behind in a trail as this entity keeps dragging itself around the room, until it just falls completely inert. It slides itself against a wall and slowly oozes *up* it. [[Next|CElevator]]

Through the dark chamber you can hear subdued panting, low moaning, shuffling and grinding against stone. It's almost sourceless, coming from every direction and bouncing around the walls. Your suit can light up just enough to see some suspended creatures. One, a 12 feet tall anthropomorphic horse is bound by their wrists, hips quivering as you see a box obscure their entire midsection; Genitals, hind, everything. You can only hear their panting through a black ball-gag. A few other beings are bound this way, though some of them feral-looking quadrupeds, genitals obscured by portal devices. A thin bit of light comes from the bottom of the north door. WIP!!!! [[South|BR-S]] [[North|BR-N]]

You awaken in an uncomfortable position, eyelids lifting but finding no light. Hot, spongy surroundings squish against your curled up, upside-down form, drenched all around in slime. A gurgle and a glorp quickly announce where you are, with an external hand caressing where your head is and pushing it up until you're upright. You squirm, not making a dent in these fleshy insides as two hands press around, squelching stomach walls around your face and arms, forcing your body to splay around. You feel the internal flesh mold and give way, carving an imprint of your body. You moan, but it is partially stifled by the stomach walls, as a hand gropes your crotch through the belly itself, hot insides wrapping tightly against your manhood. Your squirms are meaningless as the hand closes into a groping rhythm, shoving the predator's insides against your quickly rising cock. Your arms and legs go limp as your cumshot comes quick and violently, the uncomfortable feeling setting in as your jailor does not seem to let up. Your settling manhood is not given reprieve, you're jacked off again and again. --- Whatever struggles bubble out of your prison are meaningless, lost to the bass of music outside. The quivering bulge inside of this deer-woman doesn't seem to let up for a good twenty minutes, until she grips at the bulge and finds it to be not solid anymore. Shrugging, she grabs the nearest, half-conscious toy and shoves their snout against a loud, gurgling belly, leaning back and dozing off, sleeping her meal off.

The door violently slams behind you, seemingly a one-way trip. (display:"CargoHW")

This room has a crude sign on the entrance, it reads "Prep". A few bipedal and not-so bipedal creatures are bound here, though not as harshly. Most of them males, pretty much all of them quivering and aroused. A few wolf-like beings, as tall as you in their all-fours, with giant, dripping members. A number of female scaled anthros also bound, staring you down but unable to talk through their ball-gags. On the side, you see a number of familiar devices. Short-size localized portals, all of them deactivated. They were mostly used for tool-sharing without the need for a physical transportation of large machinery, as well as safely operating said machinery in dangerous places. You're starting to paint a picture about what they do with these in here. There's one more of the oversized horses, except that this one has his you-sized junk still attached to his body. You can see the gigantic dong almost steaming in the air, balls touching the floor every time they exhale a ragged, lustful breath. (if:$musk is 1)[There's also the smell. If you've ever stepped into a poorly-ventilated bathroom, it wouldn't stink as densely as it does here. You can see a few buckets on the corner full of still-steaming spunk, and it definitely gives this place a very salty, humid scent that leaves you a little weak on the knees.] [[Play with the wolves|BR-Wolf]] [[Play with the ladies|BR-Lady]] [[Play with the horse|BR-Horse]] [[Attach one of the teleporter to the wolves|BR-WolfJob]] [[Attach one of the teleporter to the scaled ladies|BR-LadyJob]] [[Attach it to one of the large horses|BR-HorseJob]]

You lean in, licking your lips as you grip one of the hanging, bound creatures. It already spurts a little bit of clear goop onto your face as you touch it. Obviously excited already. Wrapping your mouth around it, you give it a few licks, pushing the girthy thing down until you've got a mouthful of it. Your body tenses with excitement as the cock throbs and the paws around you flick from pleasure. You open your mouth and let the cock dangle back out, lubricating it with spit and keeping it rigid with your left hand. You focus on one of the large paws of the beast, nuzzling your face up to it and giving the soft, leathery pads a rub with your free hand. You feel them wrap around your face affectionately as the cock throbs and shakes. You see the two red bulbs begginning to form around the base, and you saddle up to it, now jerking the thing off with both hands as you keep your mouth open towards the flexing urethra. The shaking of the leather bindings suddenly snaps as the bindings holding the hind-end break off, causing the entire back-end to come swinging forwards and an entire red shaft plunges into your throat. You would be pushed away and off the dick, would your cheeks not be bound by the knot nor your throat impaled by the hot, quivering pole all the way in your stomach. Your hands shake and your legs give out as you're forced into a sitting position, hips swinging against your head but not really doing much as your entire form wraps snuggly against the shaft and just won't let the wolf move the cock. It uselessly shakes you around until you feel the heat surging through the rigid flesh, down your throat, and expanding into a huge wave of warmth that strains the bodysuit as your belly begins to grow with pent-up wolf seed. Your arms give out, your upper body hanging by the inflated shaft as it deposits load after load within your being. It takes a minute or so for consciousness to wane, done so by the lack of oxygen. Your eyelids flutter open, upper body utterly caked in steaming jizz as your stomach is some 6 gallons fuller than it was, mouth agape, hot white flowing from it. You see the swinging hips of the wolf above you, still trying to get into you, though only getting a lucky rub against your bloated belly. You drag yourself away and take a few breaths. [[Next|BR-N]]

lady stuff

(if:$musk is 1)[The scent is intense, and so is the steam wafting off from this thing. ]The sweaty, slick thing throbs as the horse sees you in the edge of their vision, already excited. You kneel down on the pool of sweat beneath it and grab the humongous thing with both arms, feeling the intense heat as you put your face to it. It immediately squirts some fresh pre against your face, and you lick it up as you fit a little bit of the flare into your mouth, licking at the salty and widening urethra. Its taste is powerful, enough to send a shiver through you, as you split your jaw open and try to fit the spongy flare into your mouth, semi-succeeding once you get the entire thing inside a few inches. The horse shakes in their restraints, hands trying to reach you, and one well-placed swing pulling the contraption back, before thrusting forwards and shoving half a foot of solid horse meat down your gullet. You gag and glurk in surprise as you're now carried back with the momentum, grabbing at your throat and the immense dick. It throbs, girthy dick spewing a huge injection of horse spunk down your throat and swelling up your belly through the span of a minute. You feel the darkening edges of your vision starting to creep in when the softening thing flops out of you, a geyser of jizz spewing out of your mouth afterward. You gasp for ragged, bubbly breaths, falling back and tasting nothing other than bitter, salty equine cum. You lift yourself back up, wincing as the pillar of flesh sends another batch of seed splatting against your face. [[Next|BR-N]]

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You fix the clasp of the device onto the horse's taint, wrapping it around until it's snugly fit, and turn it on. Almost immediately, its counterpart activates and reveals within moments the exact replica of the horse's immense shaft, now sticking out of the ground. You grab it, realizing almost immediately just how heavy this thing is, and slowly disrobe. The thing throbs and spurts a huge helping of precum, something you put to use by smearing it against the flare, positioning your butt right above it, and shuddering from the heat alone. You ease yourself, hotdogging the thing while letting your hole slowly take in bits of the flare, finding that your trained behind can easily take in an entire horse cock's flare. With a schlop, you gasp into the heavens as your ass is filled with horse meat, letting yourself be stretched and inflated by girthy flesh until your belly is poking out at the sternum. You hilt the thing before even settling into a rhythm, your cheeks hitting the huge horse nuts that quake beneath. You can hear the rattling of the horse's bindings above you, as he's very much witnessing all you are doing to his manhood. You lift up, and one of the rings rubs you in just the right way, causing you to speed up your pace to feel that medial protrusion scratch your inner itch as much as possible. A few minutes is what the horse lasts, but the humongous delivery of equine spunk more than drives you over the edge, to the point where you can't even see your dick, eclipsed by your belly, you can only witness the small burst of nut coming from beneath your gut as you feel your prostate be abused and your stomach bloat with enough spunk to put sperm banks to shame. The horse dong plops out and you fall to your face, butt up and spewing a solid geyser of thick and steaming horse produce, which cover the tool as it falls over onto the ground, still leaking seed. [[Next|BR-N]]

You approach the mantis, who is currently polishing the dissassembled half of one of these boxes. From the internal view, it seems to be a quite complicated if roughly assembled piece of mechanic machinery. The being gives you a look, and begins chittering in some language you don't seem to understand. Your chip produces a incomprehensible warble, not catching anything as humanly understandable language. You wince and shrug, and the mantis rolls its eyes, before reaching under the counter and pressing a button. Two signs roll on the back, one reading "TRAPS: 720 EACH" "PRESS BUTTON THAT CATCHES PREY". The mantis seems unmoved by the signs and just taps its chitinous arm on the counter impatiently. [[Buy one|BoxShop1]] [[Nevermind|AliShops]]

(unless: (history:) contains "LegShopEsp")[(go-to:"LegShopEsp")]This place has a large metallic room in the back that this leathery humanoid comes in and out of, carrying tools with them at all times. You can see lower bodies of all types, some of them bestial in appearance, with knotted cocks stiff and pulsating, while some are of more smooth-skinned species. Most of them have extremely thick hips, the back of the shop framed by what appears to be a frog-like slick butt twice your size. It's kind of uncanny to see all of this with no upper bodies. With your gazing about, the shopkeep seems to have noticed you well beforehand, as they are slapping down their tools down on the counter and giving you an eyeless grin, motioning towards the various lower halves in display. It speaks in English, though a broken one. "Well, come! You human, can try for free! Big acquisition." The leathery creature pulls up a roughly crafted hinged countertop and motions you to pick whichever creature you'd like. [[No thanks|AliShops]] [[Step into the shop|Leg]]

With low, guttural gurgles, the creature that's in charge of this store seems to adress you with some alien language. Your translator seems to slug through some of the sentences, only picking up errant words. "...Inspect...Human..." You look through some of the items on the counter, starting from the far left, and as you do, the catfish's feet reposition to be right in front of whatever item you're checking(if:$musk is 1)[, the scent is intense. Unwashed, fish-like funk wafting from these glistening, sweaty soles as they slowly curl]. The first item you pick is an on-board escape vessel keyboard. Most of the keys are there, though it seems heavily bludgeoned on one side. (if:$filth is 1)[An obscene, long fart rips from the catfish, who leans back and briefly lifts both legs to thoroughly let it out. You see for a moment the strained and soaked-through once white undies he has, thoroughly stretched with a massive bulge and a deep skidmark towards the bottom. He grins a bit as the noxious scent wafts your way.] You pick up the next item, it's a larger commercial vessel camera, usually the ones for on-board navigation. How he acquired something like this is beyond you. The third item you see, is a maintenance-level security key. The initial aesthetic is meant to look like an old, iron-forged key, but a careful study reveals the blue digital interior of the core. Engineers use this, and it is very useful. [[Purchase the key|CatKey]] [[Leave|AliDone]]

You pick the closest box to you and examine it. It appears to be a solid, 2x1ft. rectangular piece of metal with a blue button sticking out of the bottom in a small tab. You see hinges on the side where the button is attached to. As you pick it up, the mantis immediately pulls out a small machine and points it at you, it seems to do a quick laser scan of the chip in your head, before beeping once. The mantis puts the machine away, retrieves what appears to be three small, opaque latex bags and puts them on the counter next to you, before leaning back and fixating its gaze across the rest of the shop. Your attention is lost the second it secured a sale, it seems. As for what the item in question does, you're not particularly sure. As you're leaving, you do see a number of mechanical parts pushed up to one side of the counter, what you assume to be the byproduct of crafting these things. You ask for them, but the mantis seems to shrug and push them towards you dismissively. You get the sense they're not gonna use them, so you grab what you can. (set:$parts to it +1) (set:$trap to 3)[[Next|AliDone]]

You see a number of oversized creatures carrying a few pairs of legs, one of which has an enormous shaft the size of your body. They give you a bit of an extended look as you walk past them. A small, skittering creature that seemed to be in one of their pockets jumps out and eyes you over, a coarse and high pitched voice emanating from your translator as it talks: "Hey good lookin'. We're having a party in a few, if ya want to have *real* fun, I'm sure humans can get lots of attention at our meetings~." He then begins walking away after giving you a small pat on your arm. (color:#ad0d02)[**WARNING: CHIP INTERFERENCE DETECTED!**] [[Follow him|LegParty]] [[Decline|LegShop]]

(if: (history:) contains "LegHuman" and "LegFrog" and "LegDog")[(display:"LegFinal")](else:)[You're led past the strewn tools and metallic bits on the ground, eventually reaching the metallic room on the back. The creature motions you to wait and stealthily steps on inside for a few moments before opening the door to you. Inside, you see a more tidy workplace, in this surprisingly large garage-like room constructed from reclaimed ship pieces. On the back, a large curtain seems to conceal another third of the room, but the shopkeep motions you to a computer screen that logs all of the "legs" it seemed to have constructed. The ones he seems interested in you giving a try are the canine ones, though there are also smooth, light-skinned ones that resemble a human, though with drastically exaggerated proportions. [[Try the canine ones|LegDog]] [[Try the human ones|LegHuman]] [[Ask to try the humongous frog ones|LegFrog]]]

You're brought to a secluded chamber within this garage, where there is a fine-looking couch and a small tablet on a table next to it. The being motions you to wait there and leaves momentarily, returning while holding on to a metallic handle, a set of three attached to either side of a metallic casing above the hips of these legs. The legs seem to walk on their own, paw after paw lightly thumping across the metal as it walks on in and turns away from you, presenting a plush, furry behind. "I leave, you knock when done, give opinions yes?" A grin is all you get before the metal door closes. You lightly tap the hips in front of you, the large booty reaffirming its stance with two steps, a semi-hard cock lightly throbbing in front as you reach for its handles. It's bizarre to move half-a-body that seems to also have a mind of its own, but once you pull it down to your hips, it seems to almost immediately catch the jist. The butt lightly taps you on the stomach, sending you back onto the couch, before the legs take a wide stance and start rubbing the furry, warm hips against your midsection. You bite your lip, as the sudden weight crashes right on your quickly swelling erection, smushing it against your belly through latex, this butt seems to know exactly what it is doing. You grip the sides of the couch in a horny stupor, when the body moves forwards, off of you. You take a few ragged breaths, steadying yourself while you see it begin to turn towards you. One paw climbs up on the couch next to you, the other lifts up and deposits a fair bit of weight against your manhood. You moan as you see a thick, slick dog-cock unfurl a few inches from your face, and you instinctively open your mouth and take the hot piece of meat in. The paw bounces against your dick, and you moan through red cock as these pair of legs milk you long and hard, bouncing up and down your cock until you're locked in a pure lust-ridden engagement with sentient hips. You feel the warmth of your own orgasm against your belly, just as you feel a throbbing piece of canine dick spurt down your throat. The paw that was just bouncing against you grabs you by the back of the neck and hilts deep inside of you, causing you to gag and sputter momentarily. The legs climb back down, then turn right back around to their default position, breaking the thin line of white between you and its cock. You stumble back up, catching your breath and wiping the trails of dog jizz from your mouth, before knocking on the door and being let out by the shopkeep. They keep a sharp grin as you're escorted out, they seem to revel in your still lust-addled afterglow to be good publicity, as a few more eyes are put on the store now the second you stumble out. [[Next|AliDone]]

After bringing you to the private section of the workshop, the creature eagerly sits you down on the couch, quickly retrieving this large, human-like lower body. Muscular legs give way to voluptuous cheeks that are almost at your chest-height, as the two feet position themselves to a wider stance. You fix your gaze upon its half-a-body, not noticing the door closing until after it clicks. Running a finger across its butt seems to cause it to quiver a little bit, taking a couple steps back, to give you a much better view. You can't tell if it's the chip or your own curiosity, but you slowly put your face in front of the crack, both hands grabbing and spreading the cheeks to reveal a surprisingly stretchy hole, plump and soaked in sweat already. The swinging, gigantic nuts in front pulse once, the large uncut cock in front only getting stiffer by the moment. You lean back and are about to pull the legs along with you, but the figure is one step ahead, as it quite literally climbs atop the couch and sits on your face. You groan lightly as you're met with a slick hole rubbing against your nose. You lick and squirm, both hands reaching up and grabbing the spongy, large member and beginning to jack it off. It seems to really like this, as it settles into a very aggressive rhythm of riding your nose like it is its only purpose. Your toes quiver as you sniff and slurp the human taint in front of you, tongue delving into its asshole and feeling the cheeks bounce up and down. Your air intake briefly wanes, you feel yourself go limp a little, just in time to feel a little warmth across your feet. You open your eyes groggily to the pair of human legs standing in front of you, cock still throbbing, and the wall in front of you absolutely caked in jizz. So much, that it pooled around your feet. You excuse yourself from the shop, only realizing half-way out that your lower body is stained with cum, but the shopkeep has already put a rag on your left hand while grinning. [[Next|AliDone]]

The shopkeep freezes for a moment, looks to you (Past you? Hard to tell) for a moment, before clicking its tongue and grinning. "Yes! Of course, try try! Big acquisition, after all." You're led to the small metallic room in the back, but the creature stops in its tracks and motions you to wait. It drags a couch from it onto the middle of the room, and speaks to you once more. "Small problem, unable to control with tablet. I have monitor here, so I leave in main room. Have fun, have!" The loud clang of the door leaves you alone in this large workshop, deafening silence quickly dispelled by the slowly approaching, heavy thuds and plaps that come towards you. The glistening, green skin of this, what was once a humanoid frog but is now a gigantic bubble butt with legs to support. It jiggles as it stops, facing away from you. You spot a slick pink tube-like appendage on the front, but don't get much of a look as the butt crashes down upon you, almost immediately swallowing half of your upper body into its crack. You wriggle and moan as the hot cheeks bounce up and down, sending a massive shockwave of sheer pleasure through your loins. You thrust and try to grab the edge of this butt, but your hands slip through oily frogbutt. It rubs up and down, against your face, chest and hips, and you easily lose yourself in a powerful cumshot inside your suit. The legs seem to notice this, webbed feet slamming besides you as the legs sit back up. You breathe hard, front covered in thick frog juices, unable to stand up, left for a few minutes of pure, exhausted afterglow, when the being emerges from the back room. "Good, I hope you enjoys! Frog expensive to maintain. If try everything, come for big acquisition." It slams the door back, letting you make your leave. [[Next|AliDone]]

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... Your eyes lazily drift up, though the strain on your head indicates that you are upside down. Darkness all around, no suit to help you see better, either. You bring your hands up, but nothing seems to respond to you. You shake your head, but nothing seems to respond. Are you tied down? You open your mouth and a groan of confusion escapes you, causing a sound of clanging tools to echo near you. A tarp is lifted from your point of view, and a leathery, three-fingered hand props you up and in front of a workshop. You see the being you had seen in the shop before, now tinkering with what appears to be a pair of standing, human legs, a round black rubber-like cover on where the hips and chest would be. The figure turns to you, your eyes still spinning a little bit. "Hello! Resilliance to tranquilize, very good! Operation was success. You are now Big Acquisition!" The panic would set in by now, but your addled mind just looks without emotion at half of your body, your butt now made much bigger for some reason. "I have succeed. Now double tool, fully organic. Can be broken down by organs. Greatest achievement yet!" It approaches you, grabbing the rubbery handle on top of your legs. You feel every step it makes, it feels conscious, voluntary. "More importantly, you will be tool up too!" A mirror is brought up, and you see your upper body, armless, large metallic band with some sort of screen-like material over the upper half of your head, your body altered to be a gigantic fleshlight that ends in a slightly over-extended stomach. "Not to worry, commissioned by same group, get to enjoy same people." It leans back and takes a firm grip of your cock. Both legs take a wide stance, your mind is filled with pleasure, and the creature jacks you off in a few minutes, causing you to moan out as you see yourself nutting against the garage floor. The creature smiles before throwing a tarp over your head once more.

You pick up the key and bring it up into the view of the Catfish, past his large feet. He cocks his head a little and gives a little nod. "...Good eye...now...paying..." You stand there for a moment, waiting for a scan to come, when a large foot presses against your face(if:$musk is 1)[, smearing oily sweat against it], before grabbing you with it and lifting you by your head. You bring up your arms to try and pry yourself off, but they skid off against the smooth soles in front of you. The hot foot rubs against your front and the catfish goes into a yoga stance, squishing you back against his other foot. (if:$musk is 1)[sweaty, greasy feet squish and squelch against your entire body.] Toes curling against your face and shoulders, you groan and wince as you're played with thoroughly. (set:$key to 1) [[Fight your way out|CatBad]] [[Let yourself be "payment"|CatGood]]

With both arms, you plant yourself with a squish against the foot that's right in front of you(if:$musk is 1)[, feeling sweat rubbing into your mouth]. With a strong push, you get enough of an opening where you can slide out of the slippery soles, crashing down onto the desk. Your foot hits one of the metal containers just as you're grabbed from the scruff by the Catfish. You're lifted effortlessly through the air once more, watching as said container crashes down and pulverizes into an ashy mist, leaving behind a few metal pieces. The catfish gives you a deadpan look, before putting both feet down and lifting himself up a little. "Now...pay more..." He retrieves a small metallic coin from his side, and idly puts it on your face. It vibrates and attaches itself to the top of your head. You reach for it, but your arms don't respond. You can only look in a panic as the fat slob props himself up on his seat before dropping you right below him. You land flat on the escape vessel's hull, horizontal, and watch as the huge, wet ass on top of you quickly descends, sealing you to your fate. (if:$musk is 1)[[[Next|CatBad1]]]

(if:$musk is 1)[Nasty gunk builds up around you, the smelly confines only getting worse.] With each plap you feel your loins stir as your cock rubs against hot, meaty soles, causing a most unnatural arousal to come from you. You have no choice but to breathe out your mouth, which makes you end up swallowing some of the sweat. As your lust builds up,(if:$musk is 1)[ your mouth gurgles as a toe curls inside of it, ballooning it and forcing more nastiness to come down your gullet. You end up sucking on it like a pacifier,] you give one final moan. Stifled by a toe, you let lose inside your suit, feeling your ragged breaths through squishes and squelches, as the two feet come together and press you flat. The feet come down and steady you against the table. You stumble and wipe your sweat-stained forehead as you grab the key and compose yourself. [[Next|AliDone]]

Stinking, sweaty cloth wraps around 80% of you, waterlogging you in all shapes. The taste of sweat is spicy and intense, and try as you might, you cannot close your mouth, nor struggle against the crack that you're being wedged into. Toes curl and fingers tremble as the catfish's sponge of a underwear seeps down your throat in liters. Your gargle and have no choice but to swallow the salty concoction as the butt rubs forwards and backwards. After some 10 minutes of sweat choking, you feel the butt lift up, with you glued to it as a hand schlops you out. You see the escape vessel beneath you, a large, long ship being used as a bench, with two crater-sized marks of sweaty asscheeks. One of the catfish's legs rotates the ship until its thin, front tip is facing the counter. Calmly, the salesman brings up a small dagger-like tool and cuts through your suit, tearing it in half and ripping it off. You see a small cushion on said front, and you're carefully positioned in the thin seat, before watching the catfish slowly peel his off-white underwear off of a waterlogged ass, his whole being comes crashing down once more. ***SCH--LORRPPP*** (if:$filth is 1)[[[Next|CatBad2]]]

Cheeks rub past you, caking you in more nasty grease than you can imagine, your naked body is forced to withstand a 2 ton behind against your bare skin, finally settling as your face rubs against a wrinkly, immense green asshole. *FFFRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPTTT* Green gas engulfs your every pore, your open mouth forced to swallow some of the rank gas along the nasty, inner sweat of the catfish's overworking insides. *BRRRRRRPPPPTPTTT* Another, lower fart comes in a shockwave, your hot body forced to be in an even hotter environment as the buttcrack rubs up and down, smearing your lips in the putrid scent. Your hard-as-diamond cock throbs and spews pre, your moans lost to the blubber. The crack pushes a little lower, the rim of the monster pointing right towards your manhood. You'd bite your lip if your mouth wasn't full of sweat that you're still trying to gulp. *FFF--LORT!* You immediately feel as a hot, semi-solid mass coats your entire lower body, the scent is quickly recognized. Seems that the catfish gambled on a fart, and instead chose to let lose on top of you. You whimper as the slimy load of the monster engulfs your dick, and he moves his crack back, now opting with covering you fully in it. Your gurgles and sputters meet solid brown, a glistening, thick log squelched on top of you, with the crack pushing down and splattering it into a thicker clay-like coating over you. You feel the juices squish out of the log, running down your throat like a bitter entry dish to the later meal. You can't even think about moving, not like you could anyways. You groan and your eyelids flutter as your orgasm defeats you, coating the brown around your midsection in a lighter color. The sweat has been pouring around you for minutes, and the log is starting to lose consistency. Another fart bubbles around the swampy mixture, heating up the disgusting slop and forcing some more slimy shit down your gullet. --- Your first day goes well, especially once the third hour passes and you're thoroughly addicted to getting your dick farted on for the rest of your life.

<img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1SxuaPP7t9qkQUb5mzG23FhVBN41RT5mC" style=width:800px;height:800px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> An on-board navigation system is unavailable, but the blueprint of the ship is probably unchanged since its construction. These are the few places you can remember and their position relative to one another.

(set:$traploc to "Cocks")(display:"Trap") You take a few steps back and find the bend in the hallway that best conceals you out of sight, diving away from the trap and keeping a low profile on it. [[Next|CocksTrap2]]

You feel the high pitched squeaks of your tightly bound body rubbing into latex. Your feet pressed against eachother, your body rolls side to side as you're powerless to push yourself out of here. A good 5 minutes of you struggling and heaving pass before you sense something against your form. A warm, soft wall presses against your side, then your front. It squishes against the top of your skull some more, then around it. You feel yourself slide backwards and hit a wall, with the same pressure on your head quickly spreading to the rest of your body. The heat disperses fast, now flowing through your legs and feet, as you're compressed even tighter, traveling down some fleshy, pliable passage. The squelches and squishes of latex on flesh is all you can hear, before a dull *splortch* of your body entering a hot pool. --- A large, bipedal cock-torso beast pokes its way out of the hallway, stumbling its way forwards before impacting the large window that leads to outer space. Its fat, wriggling nuts cause it to lose stability, and it falls on its mast, two stumpy legs mushing and squeezing the grotesquely bulging sack until it squelches down into an amorphous form. The cock-head tenses, throbs, throbs, and then delivers a giant, egg-shaped ball of latex that squishes against the floor, bouncing in its jizz-filled momentum. The beast then runs back to the hall it dipped from, leaving the light-colored, slime-covered bag to steam and settle. ==><== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1j2RKstd1BeYNZ8AUx-BxZ2SQodyPTFNF" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }>

You set the small metallic box on the ground, the button tab flat to the bottom and towards an open space. You then grab one of the small latex bags that were provided, and insert them where the hinges would be. Like a vacuum, it slips in perfectly and out of sight. The box then begins generating a small bright light at the top, and an odd whirr emanates from it, at a low enough frequency to make you think it might be a speaker. [[Press the button|TrapMisf]]

As soon as you hit the button, the whirring stops, the lights fade. The box expands instantaneously, almost like it's exploding, into a wireframe casing about 4 feet cubed. You wince as a rod positions itself from the middle of the casing and points your way, shooting an expanding latex bag towards you. The motion is too quick, you've no time to react to your body contorting and shrinking to the immediately sealed latex bag. Curled up tightly into a ball, you impact the ground, feeling a tether slowly drag your bound body into the box. (if:$traploc is "Cocks")[(display:"CocksTrap1")](if:$traploc is "Latex")[(display:"CryoTrap1")]

(display:"Trap")(set:$traploc to "Worms") [[Next|WormsTrap1]]

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(set:$place to "septic")As you land on the bottom, the manhole cover above you closes, drenching you in darkness. Silence. The hum of your suit slowly lights up into a subtle glow that allows navigation in front of you. (display:"SepticNN")

The smell is almost palpable. The inner workings of a sewer, carrying the eye-watering stench to match. You can see the northern portion of the hallway lead into a closed manhole, while the south leads deeper into what appears to be a network of rectangular, sewer-like hallways. The floor is muddy, densely compacted. Feels like dirt, you know it isn't. The ship isn't meant to have a sewer, this is just a lower level that probably got flooded. [[North|SepticVRExt]] [[South|SepticN]]

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You're in a smaller fork, with one hallway leading to a seeming dead end with a ladder, while the other leads to an open atrium. There's a shower to your East, seems it's still operational. [[East|Shower]] (Shower) [[North|SepticNN]] (Manhole Exit) [[South|Septic]] (Septic District) (!)(click-replace:"(!)")[(css:"font-size:medium;")[If you're corrupted after repeated encounters with some creatures here, this shower will reset your progress. Keeping yourself high on some corruption levels will result in irreversible game-overs on the surface. These cannot be exited out of or undone via the back-arrow! Make sure you save frequently. ]]

This hallway is blocked. Not because I'm lazy.

The hallway extends for quite a bit, and is about 10 feet in both width and height. Understandable for the cargo bay transportation. There's a few electrical outlets for the charging of equipment, most of which have been stripped and are fire hazards. It makes your engineer brain wince a little, definitely not OSHA approved. (display:"CargoEntN")

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The doors open to reveal the sprawling, gargantuan cargo bay of this ship. This place is as big as you'd imagine a planet to be, with many more cargo doors at your sides heading to different parts of the ship. (if:$key is 1)[Hell, you could unlock every one of them with your key right now!] There's quite a number of vessels here, though unfortunately the denizens have gotten to every single one of them. Most lay in worthless pieces, others repurposed into homesteads and stores. Through the see-through wall separating the gigantic room from outer space, you can see a couple of ships cruising through the darkness. Population wise, you probably saw the smaller folks inside the mall, because many, bigger beings walk around in this spot. Some feral alien creatures hop on big, building-sized ships and enter them like its their house. There's a snake as thick as you that's just saddling from "home" to home. (if:$key is 0)[If you had a key, you could probably open some of these passages.](if:$key is 1)[You can open the passages to other districts with your key, you reckon. [[Open passages|Hub]]] (Hub) [[North|Mall-CBN]] (Towards the Mall) [[Explore the innards of the Cargo bay|Cargo]]

(set:$place to "hub")Your key beeps, the doors beep and unlock, revealing a dusty hub that seems to carry a small, still-functioning vessel for quick transportation of supplies. Upon quick inspection, it needs a little time to start up, but she seems operational. [[· Alien District|AlienShort]] [[· Cargo Bay|CargoEntN]] [[· Mall|MallShort]](if:$helmet is 1)[ [[· Cryo Chamber|CryoShort]]] [[· Secondary Command Deck|BerShort]] [[· Gunner Deck|GunShort]] (color:#635f41)[**· Septic District `[UNAVAILABLE]`** ]

(set:$place to "cargo")(if:$snake is 0)[An extremely big snake saddles up to you as you're walking, dark green in color and light grays dotting it. (color:#338017)["Hey. Let me eat you."] It says, in an almost breathless, raspy voice. You give it a weird look. (color:#338017)["What? No? Playing hard to get, I see. Well, whenever you change your mind, I really, really want to feel you turn into my fat tail."] It then slithers off.(set:$snake to it + 1) ]The cargo bay might as well be an entire city, because most of the loose metalworks that once were repairing supplies and boarding ships are now buildings and steads, some of them reaching the hundred-feet ceiling of this place. The building that stands out the most is a vertically-standing commercial ship, flattened on the bottom and made to look like sort of an apartment complex. It reads "Mauve" in crude fuchsia letters. There's also a... bridge. On the far end of the ship. Like it just extends to another ship you have never seen before. This one is half as large as the mothership, which is still pretty fuckin' big. You see figures coming in and out towards the cargo bay, but can't tell their sizes from this distance. There's also the green snake, that is still trailing you, eyebrows raised and constantly trying to get your attention. It's eerie, but it seems to dissuade other people from being interested in you at the moment. [[North|Mall-CBN]] (Mall) (if:$key is 1)[[[Hub|Hub]] ][[Head towards the buildings|CargoBuilding]] ("Mauve") [[Approach the bridge|CargoBridge]] [[Adress the snake|Snake]] [[Alt. North Hallway|CargoHw]] (Science Dept.)

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(display:"Hub")

(set:$suit to 1)[[AliDistrict]]

You freeze, but not because of your own volition. The metallic spine in your suit tenses up, causing you to stiffen and groan in response. Subtle metallic clicks resonate from around you, your head also held in place along with your limbs. You stay that way, for about a minute. Smooth hard steps against the metal floor resonate behind you, before approaching from your side. $ber["Theeere we go"] The familiar voice of the bird that's been tracking you is revealed almost in tandem with him saddling up your front, a warm smile as his finger traces your chest. He's only wearing a jockstrap, as well as a metallic bracelet. $ber["I mean, I could have waited for you to actually make it to my side of the ship, but considering you're on the polar opposite side, you're either suicidal, or, smarter than you look."] He straightens up, definitely taller than you by a head and a half, and idly grabs you from the back of the head and pushes you to his chest fluff, you're only able to lightly shake your head as he grips your butt with his other hand. Sighing sharply, he speaks once more: $ber["Ahh... Gotta tell ya. Nothing beats the real thing. I'd love to make you mine right here and now, keep ya inside for months, years to come."] His hands stop caressing you for a moment. $ber["Buuut, that's not going to happen too soon."] One talon comes up and grabs onto your crotch, eliciting a small, stifled groan from you. $ber["There's someone in this ship. The likes of you, human. She's a right thorn up my ass, and you're going to serve as more than fodder, especially with the thing you're wearing right now."] The talon grips the bulge of your dick and squeezes it, as he now hugs your shoulder and whispers right into your ear. $ber["Now you're going to be a very obedient boy whenever I want you to. Not after this, though, I'll break you without the need for toys. You're going to find this human, and make her... less good at what she does."] Your eyelids flutter, your breath is ragged and heavy, just on the cusp of your orgasm he pulls his talon away. You'd stumble forwards if not for the tensed up suit, as your assailant circles towards your back, and puts both clawed hands on your butt, groping it tenderly. $ber["Close the 9th circuit."] You gasp as a portion of the suit constricts against your crotch, causing you to blurt out a half-moan and sends spit forwards, the sudden pain nullifying all pleasure in but an instant. $ber["You won't cum til' I want you to. And it'll be entirely on your own volition. Look forward to that."] A minute passes, then another... You gasp and fall to your knees as your suit regains its flexibility, hands on the floor as you breathe heavily and regain your composure. [[Next|AliBack]] (set:$bird to 1)

(if:$snake is >2)[(color:#338017)["Hey, C'mon. Just take your clothes off and jump in here. I'll lick ya like a lollipop for weeks before gulping."] You get a little shiver down your spine. (set:$snake to it +1) ]The inside of this building is far more orderly than the inside, which looks like a half-flattened pile of metal. With tables pushed to make sort of a reception desk, the person on charge is a gigantic hippo, feminine facial structures, and a sultry look as you come within her line of sight. "Hey boy. You looking for some fun?" (unless:(history:) contains "Mauve")[[[Talk to them|Mauve]]](else:)[(display:"MauveDesk")]

The bridge seems to carry the same, extremely expensive semi-solid shielding that keeps this place open to space without any negatives. There's a number of people on the edge of the bay overlooking the vast inky void, some of them donning space-faring suits and jetpacks. On the middle is where this gigantic bridge rests, bolted hard onto the bay, you can also see tethers latching onto several bits of the hull, keeping either ship anchored. The bridge spans out to the darker, oval-shaped alien ship, and you can also see on the side a small booth with an alligator mantaining several suits that were pieced together and made for the vacuum of space. [[Go into the ship|ALIENSHIP]] [[Check the suits|CargoFlights]] [[Back to the cargo bay|Cargo]]

The large snake perks up, happily opening its mouth and dribbling saliva copiously on the ground in front of you. Its fat, green tail swishes left and right. (if:$snake is >1)[[[Talk|SnakeTalk1]]](if:$snake is >2)[ [[Climb in|SnakeEat]]](if:$snake is >4)[ [[Make out|SnakeMake]]]

(color:#338017)["You want to talk! I can talk. I can also talk when you're in my stomach, but that's just me tossing it out there."] What is this place? Why don't you just eat me? What's that ship about? Who is Bernard? \ (click-replace:"What is this place?")[(color:#338017)["Cargo Bay, where the cooler people go, so I'm told. I'm here because I done got blacklisted from the thing that makes you alive when you're not, so I'm taking it easy."]]\ (click-replace:"Why don't you just eat me?")[(color:#338017)["What do I look like, a savage? Mauve would kick my ass, then kick me out, then kill me. I just want to ***hear*** you say 'Eat me' so I can gulp you down and feel you stewing in my guts for years. We can keep talking about this, about me eating you, I actually prepared a poem but don't have it on me right now."]]\ (click-replace:"What's that ship about?")[(color:#338017)["It's a ship! I think people are inside of it. Some of them are weird freaky things that lay eggs and stuff. Mauve did a tre... traty? Deal, where they can't be mean here."]]\ (click-replace:"Who is Bernard?")[(color:#338017)["Bird! He was nice, until I got found out swallowing two of his pets, which caused him to use my tongue as a footstool for months, before kicking me out. I don't like him now, unlike you. I like you, human, and you look well rounded-out, too! Just go ahead and climb into my maw, I'll keep it open at all times."]]

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The hallway is much smaller than the others, this one made for humans and spanning at most 7 feet in height. You don't imagine this area getting a lot of traffic from the bigger folks. The door to the East leads to the cargo bay, while there's a number of doors to your left and right leading into various research facilities You don't have to check, most of them are cleaned out from the view of the windows alone. One of them has no windows and appears to have taken quite a beating. You recognize it to be the fabricator area, where parts are crafted with blueprints and raw material, sort of a proto-3d printer. (if:$key is 1)[You feel like you could open it with your key!](else:)[Doesn't seem to budge one bit. At least parts of the ship haven't been ransacked by the current population.] The end of the hallway points to what you assume to be the thruster deck. It looks in much worse shape. [[West|Cargo]] (Cargo Bay) [[East|ThrustH]] (Thrusters) (if:$key is 1)[[[Fabricator|FabEnt]]]

(display:"Thrusters")

(display:"Prefab")

(display:"CargoHw")

You lean back as you hear the loud thumps of something stepping in with a large frame, and you can immediately feel the vibrations of whatever it is stumbling loudly against walls, before a whirr takes over. A small "Thoomph!", and silence. You wait 30 seconds before peeking out. Seems your machine has functioned. The result is laid bare in front of the device: A realistic, 3ft. long dildo, with a yellowish coloration to it, still throbbing and dribbling some pre. You find it hard to pocket it, especially as it throbs and squirms at your grasp. The heat radiating from it does put you off somewhat though. (set:$cockT to 1)[[Next|Cocks1]]

==><== $ber[###ABOUT EASY MODE] <=== Easy mode starts you off with all of the prerequisites for mid/endgame doors and events. A couple, specific things may not make sense, but through some lore locations you can piece it together fairly well. You still need to travel around, and with all locations and the hub being immediately available you may be swamped with choices. If this doesn't bother you and you want to jump immediately into the action, this doesn't really change much beyond a few variables being set ahead of time. Beware some cutscene breaks. [[I want easy mode|Easy2]] [[Send me back to the start|Easy1]]

(go-to:"START")

(set:$key to 1)(set:$parts to 3)(set:$cock to 1)(set:$suit to 1)(set:$tool to "hack")(display:"Mall")(set:$helmet to 1)

(display:"BerCom")

(set:$place to "ber")This hallway is much more inhabited than the other commanding wing. With creatures of all type handling supplies and carrying boxes. There is a large windowed room that leads to a functional fabricator, being used to produce huge amount of rations. Pods on the back seem retrofitted to print... creatures. One of them freshly steps out of it, an anthropomorphic fox that immediately engages in a conversation with one of the jackals that activated the machine. [[To the hub vessel|HubEnt]] [[Enter the fabricator room|ComFab]] [[Head towards the Commander room|Bernard1]]

(display:"Hub")

The inside has a dozen people or so, many jackals that eye you very attentively, but don't make any moves on you. The fabricator itself looks very unstable, with tons of patchwork fixes making it rattle every time it produces its massive payload of yellow food. You know the yellow coloring to be indicative of the "flavor dye" your rations get, so maybe they just dump it in all of the ingredients. You wince from the possible taste this would get. (if:$parts is <2)[There's a couple of loose metal on the ground, useless pieces for the machine, but you can find some use for them, you pocket them.(set:$parts to it +2)] [[Use the machine|ComFabEnd]] [[Talk to the guards|JackTease]](if:$suit is 1)[ [[Put your suit through it|SuitReset]]] [[Leave|BerCom]]

The two-slotted machine seems inactive and out of materials, so you start working on the front panel, which looks scorched as hell. You hear a guard approach, and see as another stops him, seems like you're treading on some dangerous territory. The fox on the back, light-tan in color and slender-looking, gazes at you with mild curiosity. Freshly out of the printer, his tight shorts strain under a decent bulge that throbs just slightly at your gaze. [[Sabotage their food supply|ComFabFood]] [[Do a test run of the hardware|ComFabTest]] [[Leave|BerCom]]

***"Hmph."*** What is Bernard to you guys? Why are you here? What's that machine? (click-replace:"What is Bernard to you guys?")[***"The guy that pays us."***]\ (click-replace:"Why are you here?")[***"We're guards. We guard."***]\ (click-replace:"What's that machine?")[***"It's a fabricator. It builds you back up if you kick the bucket. Maybe if you're nice to Bernard he'll let you use it."*** Who is Bernard?]\ (click-replace:"Who is Bernard?")[***"The nice guy that's interested in you. If you don't get yourself killed we'll see his ass on your face soon enough."***] [[Back|ComFab]]

You bring one of the nearby wrenches to the main operating cpu, and bash it with all of your strength. Or at least, that's what you hope you do, as your wrist gets caught by a beefy, jackal hand. You look back to see 4 hulking figures surrounding you from all sides, denying all exits. You gulp to yourself, backing away until you're basically inside the large fabricator compartment. One of the guards climbs atop you, anger in his eyes, huge cockhead slapping across your torso as he unbuckles. You are about to interject when two hands grab your head and slap the giant rod across your face. You get caught on your spit as another jackal climbs atop, also presenting their own manhood. You gasp as the quickly rising temperature of the fabricator's insides starts to rise from the sheer amount of men. Your face is rubbed across two sweaty members, causing you to struggle as you're manhandled and ragdolled across the cockheads, body struggling to keep balance. The doors to the fabricator shut, darkness engulfs you three, and a hand opens your mouth, shoving the entire, gigantic length down your throat. You gag and sputter, as another hand begins idly unzipping the upper portion of the suit, rubbing the hot rod across your back as they do. Your moan is caught by a jackal dick as your dick stiffens and the bull legs sandwich you from all angles. Your butt is presented and the other guard wastes no time with pleasantries, getting down and roughly rimming you. You hear the bangs of the two beefy entities occasionally bumping against the metal confines of this chamber, no light to clue you in on what's happening. with a lewd "Schlop!", the other cock enters your ass, and your form is spitroasted, as four hands grab your sides and slide you to either side, treating you like a gagging, two-ended fleshlight. You feel your insides accommodate the gigantic schlongs inside of you, as you even feel the hard reverberations of both members touching one another inside of you. (if:$musk is 1)[As grunts fill the space, so too does the smell. It's so thick and spicy it threatens with putting you unconscious. Gigantic cocks seem to waft up directly into your pores, causing your sweat to be partial jackal sweat. The arms and legs at your sides rub more of the slick, smelly fluid against your body.] Without warning, your stomach bloats. You grunt obscenely as the two men huff and hilt on you. With both pair of nuts against your face and butt, your breathless moan lasts for a brief second, not enough air to really exhale, your useless dick spurting warmth beneath your growing belly. --- The door opens, and two sweaty, overworked jackals step out, one of them dragging the wet and cum-stained suit out of it. For a brief second, everyone can see the jizz-dribbling human, stomach packed full of jackal sperm, leaking out of both sides, caught in a motionless afterglow, as one of the jackals slams the door closed. ***"He fucked with the ration machine, Bernard can have the other human. This one is too much trouble."*** The machine whirrs to life as the jackal activates it. Whatever sounds might echo from inside are utterly drowned from the rickety bangs and slams that the fabricator makes. It takes some minutes, but the end product finally arrives at the other compartment. Light-tan, square rations. One of the jackals grabs one of the blocks and takes a firm bite, they mush like bubblegum, and split into cheesy strands. The jackal chews with his eyes closed for a solid minute before finally gulping. ***"Oh, man. These are fucking good. Send like 10 of these to him, as an apology."*** None of the guards notice the light wriggling on each individual block, nor the more agitated wriggles on the partially-eaten one. ==><== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=16ef2IeLHMYuaxoc_R-TViE8aJ8t0DR5D" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }>

You scrub the dust off of the hidden screen near the bottom and start inputting basic test run commands. Pretty much every guard in here seems surprised that that was there to begin with. The machine beeps and starts going through the basic routines, whirring and banging as different protocols get run through. Bottom line, this machine is a mess, but it's still barely functional. There's a stuck cog on the back that keeps the one mechanical transportation to function optimally, so you locate it, scan it, and start crawling into the machine to fix it, not before flipping the machine's power lever, obviously. ***"Give it a rest, Reno."*** (color:#c7b095)["What? I'm just making sure he's not messing around with the food supply."] The subtle banging of metal clue you in, as an anthropomorphic, light brown fox climbs behind onto the machine, now sitting down opposite of you. (color:#c7b095)["Alright ya little scamp, just makin' sure you're not breakin' stuff. What'cha doin'?"] He pretty much gets on top of you as you have both hands on the far back panel and are in the process of finding the cog in question. You wince as he plops his weight on your back, nonchalantly saddling both legs around your sides. (color:#c7b095)["Ooooh, so THAT'S how that does that. You're like, a big brain fella, huh? Tell me, how is it a human is still freely roaming the ship like they're an engineering robot?"] A hand rustles your hair, you roll your eyes. There it is. With elbows propping you up, you force yourself a few inches forwards and get a hold of the loose cog. It just takes a bit of elbow grease to prop it back into place, locking the previously flimsy panel locks into place. This piece is not going anywhere. **SLAM!** The metal door to the machine's insides closes, and the weight of you intensifies a bit more. (color:#c7b095)["Well, nerd-for-brains, I figure I should repay the nice work you've done for us. After all, you didn't have a reason to do it."] You feel the bulge between his pants on your back, as he rubs his front against you, both arms against your sides as he breathes hot air on your neck. You shiver, then one of his hands idly plays with one of your nipples and causes you to whimper subtly. (color:#c7b095)["There you go. Just relaaax."] Your stiff body loosens at those words. His two hands come to your neck and slowly pull your bodysuit off. The heat of this place only increases, as hot fur rubs against your back, the shorts having come off of him at one point or another. A one-foot cock rubs against your butt, his two hands come to your nipples and pull you up and sitting in front of him, dick between your cheeks. A clang echoes as your head accidentally pushes one of the internal buttons. You panic briefly, but then remember you switched the machine off. Then a whirring starts to echo. (color:#c7b095)["Oh, don't worry. I turned the lever off before hopping in, you're fine."] You're about to respond, when a hand covers your mouth and keeps you locked in place. The panic starts to set in, but with each thrust of the hot pole between your cheeks, melts into muffled moans. Your feet drag across the metal, inadvertently pushing the suit to one side, as you're still trying to pry yourself off of him. [[Try to push the button again|ComFabT1]] [[Indulge him quickly|ComFabT2]]

You flail with your left arm, trying to feel for the panel. Another moan escapes you, pleasure overriding your sense of urgency, as the cockhead finally slips inside of you. Your arm overextends and slaps 3 buttons at once. Now you really begin to panic, as the whirrs multiply and the machines start banging. You try to disengage, but two hands grab you by both your mouth and head, pushing you down with each thrust. Your mind is too addled by the heat and fox cock in your ass, you can't think cohesively... Gotta get out, but how? It feels, soo good... Hot moans behind you signal the incoming orgasm, but a loud clang interrupts him. (color:#c7b095)["Wai-- what the fu--"] --- "Ding!" The machine whirrs to life, beginning its second stage of creation. One of the guards looks to the other inquisitively. ***"Weird, you didn't put anything in it."*** ===> ***"Nope."*** <=== They stare at the working machine, now much quieter as it gently vibrates and produces the occasional bang across the side. Then it stops, the second compartment doors opening and the built-in tray sliding forwards. The jackals all stare at the flattened, thick piece of material, the behind of a flattened fox, back and butt, with two paws squeezed into the tight confines of this flat surface. The guard picks up the material, lifting it and revealing the other side: A human male, both hands up and also flattened against their partner. A little bit of white drops from the squeezed pecker between his legs, both figures glued to eachother and lightly jiggling. The expression on the human is a mix of arousal, surprise, and panic, and it seems to be forever locked that way. ***"W--... What do we do with this?"*** ===> ***"Give it to Bernard, I guess?"*** <=== The guard lets the pancake-like poster fall, it coils around itself into a wiggly pile, gently trembling.

You steady your breath, and start gyrating your hips, grinding on the fox. (color:#c7b095)["Oh yeah... Now you're talki--Mmmfhh..."] He stops to catch his own breath, grabbing at the walls of the chamber and steadying himself. He seems thrown off by your giddiness, now put into a more submissive state as you take charge of the pace. You just hear the bangs of his legs bucking his hips forwards every few seconds. Within a few minutes, he's moaning out, hands grabbing your hips, paws curling. You plant your hands on his, feeling every thrust hit the spot that makes your cock ache and dribble. You're both close. The machine begins whirring faster now. It's now or never. You pull out, causing his ragged breathing to diminish somewhat, you look back to him head pulled back, still panting and almost passed-out. Catching your breath, you grab at your suit, open the door, and roll out of the machine. Almost immediately, you see the piston slam the poor sap out of view. The jackals give you an odd glance but don't bat an eye at the fact that their friend was left inside the machine. You slowly put on your suit while looking at the shaking, working machine, before it spits out a solid block of tan-white. It's the fox's fur, squeezed into a square, with a flattened, throbbing cock on one side, and a wide-open, mid-moan mouth on its front. Seems he's not gonna get release any time soon. [[Next|ComFab]] ==><== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1YwXTN_D4gfP_hIrFLjI45AAonnUumd62" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }>

The large door looks to have been reinforced into a massive, haphazard airlock. 3 jackals guard it, and pay no mind as you approach the first lock in it.(if:$suit is 1)[ Your suit beeps, indicating it might be able to zap through the lock.] (if:$tool is "hack")[[[Open the lock|BernardConfirm]]](else-if:$suit is 1)[[[Open the lock|Bernard3]]] [[Leave|BerCom]]

The "Septic" district. An absolutely filthy underground level of tunnels and maintenance rooms that are overflowing with broken sewage transportation pipes. The floor is a very thick carpet of mud, with walls stained a light brown from the fumes alone. You're heaving, your chip is warm in your skull and causing you to adjust your legs at all times to keep your throbbing dick from being too noticeable. The atmosphere here is outright filthy, blobby beings strutting around buck naked, some with large, glistening and greasy holes winking with each step. (if:$vulture is <3)[A couple large vulture-like birds strut around with large diapers attached, one of them opens the front of it to reveal a paw sticking out of it, before shoving it back in.] (if:$skunk is <3)[There's a massively hipped skunk on a small desk towards a wall, its butt 12 feet side to side, sitting on a giant fallen-down pillar, going through ledgers.] (if:$vulture is <3)[ [[Talk to the vultures|Vulture]]]\ (if:$skunk is <3)[ [[Approach the skunk|skunk]]] [[South|SepticWander]] (?) [[North|SepticN]] (Exit)

You're going to walk to them, when they all catch your eyes, flanking you almost immediately. There's 6 of them, all surrounding you nonchalantly while eyeing your body. Their stench is intense, their naked upper halves steaming mostly from their unwashed pits, as one of them hugs you and grinds your front against their upper body and diaper. You'd resist, but there's something about this environment that makes it impossible for you to lift a thumb in resistance. The vulture slowly pushes you to the ground, flat on your back as it stands up, leaving you with the sight of 12 large and brown-stained talons, many of them looming above you. The bulging diapers squirm beneath their hinds as they starts stepping over you without a care in the world. One foot goes straight into your mouth, others step on your cock, your legs, and stomach. You heave and reflexively swallow stale, muddy scat down, causing you to cough and sputter. The birds all eye you down without emotion, just stepping on you like a carpet. You feel yourself cum hard as your nose is pinched between two talons, forcing you to inhale their rank, sweaty digits. Three minutes later of trampling and they leave, not without stepping on your nuts a little and making you jizz one more time. A good 70% of your body is covered in muck, and you're breathing through a mud-caked mouth. They probably have more planned out for you, but you seem too pathetic for them to have fun with you. [[Next|VultDone]](set:$vulture to 1)

(color:#a64aba)["Oh! Hello there!"] They close the ledger they were reading, putting their attention on you. The smell, is so intense it flares up your nostrils, causing you to cough a little bit. With thick, ebony-black lips, and the gargantuan hips that keep this skunk aloft are soaked in sweat, they stare. Almost immediately the skunk's face shifts. (color:#a64aba)["Oh. Well, if you're the human that has been running around the facility, I oughta show you how things work around here!"] A small, thin *Frrrrpt* erupts from their behind, and you are about to cover your nose, when the smell properly hits you. It's like someone is caressing your brain, gently tracing spectral fingers across your chin and pulling you forwards. Two arms drag you right in front of the skunk, who simply leans back, their gigantic hips supporting them while they squish their hips and let loose an absoluter torrent of a fart. (color:#a64aba)[**FFFFFFRRRRRRRRPPPTPTPH...**] Hot air pushes past you from all directions, the stench seeping into your mind like a drug, causing spittle to fall from your stupid-looking, hair-ruffled face. Your hands struggle to find the muddy floor so you can find yourself up, and you lift yourself up just in front of two, thick lips, that plant a messy kiss on your entire face. You stumble back, already filled with a most uncanny lust, and end up stumbling away from the skunk. [[Next|Skunkdone]](set:$skunk to 1)

(if:$vulture is 0)[(display:"Vulture1")](else-if:$vulture is 1)[(display:"Vulture2")](else-if:$vulture is 2)[(display:"Vulture3")]

(display:"Septic")

You're practically beelining towards them, eliciting a smile from one of them, as they go around you and hold you in place. Your hard-on is plain and visible through your suit, as the vulture strips your suit down quickly and in silence. You see below you as a large, filth-filled diaper comes between your legs and wraps itself up on you. The nasty piece of fabric squelches against your butt and crotch, and you groan in sexual frustration at the thick fabric obscuring any possibility of you jacking off. The vulture behind you pulls you down to your knees, and you willingly let yourself fall, facing three talons that quickly splat against your face. You grab onto them, opening your mouth and licking every single filthy talon clean. A fifth bird kneels in front of you and wraps their arms around you, grinding their own diaper against yours. The sensation of hot, slimy filth rubbing around your throbbing dick causes you to sputter senseless words of pleasure, choked back by large talons. You jizz hard, hips bucking against the bird in front of you as they appear to also ejaculate in tandem. They press their filthy diaper against yours and you do the same, arcing your back and feeling as a talon literally presses itself down your throat. You gurgle and curl your toes as an entire leg is shoved into you, feeling the thing reach the inside of your stomach. It then retracts, leaving a bridge of brown saliva between you and it. You land down on the muck, feeling the diaper being pulled back from your limp form, before smacking you filth-side against your head. [[Next|VultDone]](set:$vulture to 2)

You're already taking off your suit, panting and succumbing to your primal sense of lust at the sight of the heavenly birds, who grab onto you and begin dragging you to an abandoned office room. The door slams, and you're propped up on a filthy matress that's been set here. The birds surround you, taking off their diapers with nasty squelches and schlorps. Brown bridges of semi-solid sludge cover their midsections as they all climb atop you, saddling up their filthy midsections above your body. Six brown cocks and asses rub against your legs, cock, belly, torso, and head, with the heady and stained air hotboxing the disgusting scent into one room. Your moans are obstructed by the braps and farts that they emit without shame, the one bird that's against your face turning around to face their nasty hole towards your mouth, letting lose a torrent of juicy, wet farts into your mouth and nose. Your cock lets loose twice in the span of 60 seconds, causing one of the birds to hilt you deep inside of them. The others rub their nastiness against you to their heart's content. 10 minutes pass. The chamber is drenched in a horrible brown film that coats all, as the birds have all taken individual turns in making you cum with their fat, shitty assholes, farting your loads back down your throat. You've indulged them like a nice little birdy, keeping your stomach full of their produce and eagerly licking their scat-ridden holes clean. Once they're satisfied, they get up and finish jacking off on top of your face, leaving you drenched in a white coat of bird sperm. They leave the room, your brown form left in a post-orgasm, hyper-sensitive state while you wipe the jizz and filth off of you. You find your suit, filled with full diapers, all of them closed, and you don't even think to yourself what a bad idea it is to open them all and pack the shit into your suit; You just do it. [[Next|VultDone]](set:$vulture to 3)

You're in the side room, the shower here seems functional. [[Leave|SepticN]] [[Take a shower|Shower1]]

It's warm, and functional, if a little smelly. (display:"SHEffect")\ Corruptions have been reset. [[Next|Shower]]

(if:$skunk is 0)[(display:"skunk1")](else-if:$skunk is 1)[(display:"skunk2")](else-if:$skunk is 2)[(display:"skunk3")]

(display:"Septic")

Like a puppy, you're openly sniffing for that enticing, intense musk radiating from the skunk, who is by now intently staring at you with a devious smile. (color:#a64aba)["Well, hello sweetheart, why don't you be my cushion for a while?"] They lift up and peel their obscene behind off of the ship vessel they were sitting on top of, revealing a large, pieced-together cushion that is now thoroughly brown-stained. There's enough room for you to lay on it, and you do without a second thought, arms splayed at your side. You can feel the heat as you squelch on the spongy, sweat-soaked piece of material, a titanic butt looming above. The bassy sounds of blubber encompassing you, and a singular squelch of soaked, slimy fur pushing against you from all directions, forgiving flesh entombing you in a prison of ass. You'd moan if there was any air, or any movement possible by you. Just darkness. Your feet and fingers wriggle under the intense pressure, feeling the butt wriggle left and right, settling harder against you. Silence is interrupted by a deep rumble, sweat caking you from all directions as the crack opens up a little. #(color:#a64aba)["BBLOORRRT"] In a moment, you're drenched in what you first assume is hot water, then realize is just the obnoxiously dense gas shot point-blank against you. Your cheeks blow and your nose is forced to inhale enough gas to lift your sternum up a little. The butt settles once more, and your mouth and nose let loose the brown, searing scent, consciousness waning from you. All you can feel is your wet crotch as your dick goes nuts over the intoxicating stink. [[Next|skunk2-b]](set:$skunk to 2)

You come to your senses at some point in time, still laying on the same piece of soaked-through matress but without a skunk on top of you, or anywhere near the room for that matter. Just the wafting stink from you, and the brown-streaked cushion you've been unconscious on. [[Next|Skunkdone]]

She's there, you smell her before you see her. Your cock throbs and your lust builds as the skunk locks eyes with you, a sultry look that already understands you're under her thumb. (color:#a64aba)["Hey there. Seems we've a repeat customer."] You see her part her legs, and you're going down on your knees already, saddling up between them, when a foot keeps you at bay by the forehead. (color:#a64aba)["Uh-uh."] You shimmy, like a sad dog, wanting to get between those cheeks, but the foot remains steadfast. (color:#a64aba)["The suit."] No moment of hesitation, your hand undoes the zipper and the piece of latex is thrown at a side, your naked, aching form laid bare in front of such a carefree, stinking skunk. (color:#a64aba)["Good, now. Wear this."] She raises a piece of leather, ending in an o-ring and with a leash behind it. tossing it to you. You look it over, understanding the fastens and how it's meant to be worn, and begin attaching it. It begins with an O-piece that fits on your mouth, keeping it open, while the leash mantains the first piece fastened to your mouth. The two large leather straps are given to her, and she tugs on it forwards, letting you get closer to her magnificent behind. You see her lean forwards, on her knees letting her butt hang back, and you dive between those cheeks, feeling as the two leather pieces squeeze from both up and down, shoving you ***deep*** against her crack. She pulls harder and harder, and the pressure is immense, before you're realizing she's not pulling anymore, you're fastened that way, mouth pressed a few inches from an invisible, sweat and filth-stained asshole. You feel her stand up, your lower form barely sticking out of the behind, but mostly glued to her bottom, and the first fart comes. #(color:#a64aba)["FRPT."] It all goes down your throat, inflating your belly and causing your eyes to roll back in a mixture of pleasure, and discomfort. The hot, brown mass of air dilutes from all sides, slowly escaping you but still tainting your insides. #(color:#a64aba)["BUH-LOOOORRRRP."] Magnified tenfold, this one pushes hot, rank air out of your asshole as you're inflated momentarily into a large helium balloon, a flopping, human dick eagerly spilling jizz onto the ground. A minute passes, your stomach losing its form as you settle back against that nasty, murky crack. You want to hold on, to keep yourself conscious, but your body starts to give into the lack of oxygen, and you give out a semi-conscious whine, audible to no one but the blubber of the skunk's ass, as it squelches down onto your fainted form. [[Next|skunk2-b]](set:$skunk to 3)

The inner hallways of this long atrium just get smellier, and hotter, you think you're entering a sauna by now. The doors to the sides are wide open, leading into some big, some small rooms. The larger, laboratory rooms have larger-sized taurs and anthros lazing on pieced-together furniture, with VR goggles strapped or video games playing on a TV. There's a dumpster on one end that's full of boxes and metallic parts(if:$dump is <0)[, as well as a gigantic pile of shit]. (if:$rats is 0)[[[Explore some of the smaller rooms|Rats1]]](else:)[[[Enter the rats' room|Rats]]] [[North|Septic]] (Septic District hall) [[Check out the dumpster|Dumpster]] [[South|SepticDepths]] (Deeper into the district)

One of the side rooms is chock full of snack litter, chip bags, empty bottles of beer and soda, and a large amount of filled-up condoms. There's a couch and a number of beds, as well as a very-used computer with a number of keyboard and game controllers loosely thrown across the couch. You've seen worse in human housing, so this doesn't surprise you a lot. As you're about to leave, the door slams, and the shutters filtering light from the outside hallway close. Your suit hums a little and activates, revealing the figure in front of you: An anthro upper body, with fur, two arms, and a snout with two perked up ears, like that of an anthropomorphic rat. Their lower body, however, is tubular, like a snake, with the midsection featuring this gigantic pucker the side of your chest. its bottom ends in a cock-like tail, which is coiled beneath them, as they slither up to you, red-irises fixated on you. "We got 'em, boys!" You're about to dart to the side, but the thick, cock-coils already grab a hold of your legs, gripping them and hampering all movement. With one deft, immediate move, the coils slip you out of your clothes, and your struggles are met with two arms that pull you towards the squelching, gigantic anus that this being has in its front. You feel the shitter schlorp around you, and your arms are pulled tight behind your back, some fibre string being tied around your wrists, before you're pulled off of the rat-hybrid. The eyes lock onto you, and you see the wicked grin of this rat, as he tosses you towards the couch, causing you to land face-first into the stinking cushion. You wrestle yourself belly-up, using your elbows to lift your face and look around, but see no one nearby. "Get em, fellas. I'ma go get us some food." You see the door open momentarily, letting some light show you the silhouette of what seems to be a dozen, skittering creatures, about 3 feet tall and 4 feet long, before the door slams and leaves you shrouded in darkness. ######"Oh fuck yeah, look at this little shitbag, all clean and scared. Where do you want us to fill you up, your belly or your ass?" You feel as tiny claws wrap around your dick, flopping it left and right, two other claws grab at your cheeks and wiggle them around. Four more land on your stomach, stepping around it. A cool, slippery substance is applied between your legs, before the first rod slips between your thighs. You feel one of the small things drape another smelly rod over your face, aligning a cockhead against your mouth and letting lose... piss, all over your mouth. You struggle and cough, not having much choice but to gulp down the bitter, acrid substance. Feeling it pool on the sides of your mouth and your jaw, you gurgle a moan as the dick between your legs finds its way up your ass. The smell pours through your nostrils, as you feel the heat travel down your esophagus. You feel the critter between your legs thrust all the way in, throbbing and filling your ass with some more heat. The torrent of piss stops flowing, and you breathe between coughs out your mouth, as another being aligns itself on top of your head, plopping a pucker on your nose and aligning yet another cock down your mouth, thrusting hard against your throat. You don't have a choice but to breathe deep and hard at the winking, stretching hole around your nose, the unwashed and slime-caked hole rivaling the scent of urine that still lingers in your nostrils. 10 arduous, sweaty minutes pass, with most of these beings skittering to you and taking turns using you as a cum and pissbag. By the time they're done, you're laying on the floor, inflated belly as you burp jizzy piss, and fart torrents of white. The lights turn on, revealing the 8 cartoonishly oversized feral rats that stare at your ruined form with mischievous smiles. The rat-snake hybrid stands at the door with a crate full of boxes. "Yo!! The fuckin' purple cat fell down the manhole, I tied him up to the chair, let's go." All of the rats skitter out of the room without a word, you're left there, simmering in the mixed taste of rat jizz and pee. [[Next|RatDone]](set:$rats to 1)

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Lights are on at this time, and there's a number of rats digging into ration boxes with their claws, sitting down on the couch like a human would as the rat-snake hybrid is coiled on the couch, playing a realistic-looking video game on the TV while the rest watch. They pause and look at you. "Oh hey, pissbag's back. Did you like my brothers fucking you silly last time?" He leans back and puts both arms at his sides, uncoiling his tentacle half and showing the enormous, brown pucker on his waist. You're not sure if you're walking around the couch by your own volition, of the chip's, but there's not a bead of hesitation until you're kneeled in front of him. The doubt starts to seep in, then a high pitched voice interrupts your thoughts. ######"I got it, boss." One of the rats jump on your back, beginning to undo the zipper to your suit, then crawling into your suit and taking it off from the inside. You gasp as the warm rodent easily goes through the internal bits of your garments, undoing them in but a minute. Looking down at the dropped latex onesie, you see the coils already wrapped around your thighs, with the fat cockhead-tail positioned between your cheeks. "Guess you wanna keep me company then." The cock rams against your behind, pushing you forwards and sending your face squelching into the massive rat hole. The brown, filth-stained pucker schlops around your face, suckling on it like a lollipop, as the hybrid unpauses his game and everyone else goes back to watching the TV. Your moans are drowned by the wrinkly asshole around your head, with the cock pushing deeper, and deeper, until it breaches your ass, causing you to quiver and hold onto your hips. Every time you bring your arms up, they slip to the sides, or into the anus, coming out caked in brown. You're stuck like this for a good half an hour, your poor dick caking the already filthy underside of the couch. As for the rats, they all seem more enthralled by the game than you, as the hybrid begins to groan, and push out gigantic, drawn-out farts that press hot filth across your face. Your consciousness wanes at one point, your form falling limp as the cock keeps thrusting into your ass, bouncing your unmoving form against a filth-encrusted asshole. No one pays any mind to the fact that you're out, either. You wake up to find yourself laid haphazardly on the smelly couch, face pressed against the spot where the hybrid sat. There's a note attached to your dick, which hurts to peel off. "Hey fuckface, that was fun. We found a bunch of thrown-away food on another district. You should prolly come back in an hour or so. Also if you dont wash up, you will start turning into a rat. im only telling you this bc I know you wont :) Miss ya -Splay" [[Next|RatDone]](set:$rats to 2)

The door opens before you, revealing who you know to be Splay, the rat-snake hybrid. He gives ya a smile before leaning in and kissing you deeply. His lower half pushes forwards, the gigantic hole wrapping around your crotch and making you grunt against the kiss. He disengages quickly, giving you a little push on the chest. "Hi, fuckface." He then sits down on the couch. Apparently everyone's watching what appears to be a livestream: There's a lithe lizard, who you've seen before being the dildo merchant at the mall, bound and blindfolded, against a pole, the camera sitting a few feet from his chest while his cock throbs in tandem with his whines. "We're watching this dumbass get fed dicks, as punishment for having respawned like 2 times today. Come eat my shitter while we watch." You sit alongside splay, who positions his bottom to be right on his lap, and you lean down and start sucking on the gigantic brown hole. Your face squelches against it, as the incredibly thick, wrinkly rim pulsates and opens up. Grabbing the rubber-like edge with both hands, you nibble on it, every once in a while emerging to see the poor lizard that's gulping as a jackal's lower half comes into view, feeding him a large, realistic-looking horse schlong. It carefully inserts it down the lizard throat, his gut already bulging from what you assume to be previous insertions. The floor in front of him is caked in a dozen cumshots already. "Nah, you're missing it, come here." Splay grabs you from your shoulders and lifts you up, positioning your feet against the slick rathole and sticking you down until your entire legs and hips vanish below brown, squelching pucker. You're essentially "sitting" in his lap, feeling the heat of your lower half swimming in nasty bowels, as Splay's hand goes down the same hole and grabs a hold of your cock, jacking it inside his own self. You watch for a good twenty minutes, ocasionally making out with him as you feel yourself go deep down, pushed until your head only sticks out of the filthy rim. He grabs a hold of your head and dips you in for a moment, grinning as he pulls you back out. As for the lizard, his gut feels like it's gonna explode, as he's only been fed like 3 more dicks and he keeps burping up jizz, still bound and heaving. The rats around you seem pretty bored with the current lull in action, and they switch it back up to video games, causing Splay to be more engrossed on his controller than you. The warm, slimy interior of his bowels and the gentle swaying of his snakey half cause you to fall asleep within moments. [[Next|RatDone1]](set:$rats to 3)

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You lower your stance when you see two large figures approach. An oversized, beartaur with a gigantic, rubber-black hole, that is just hauling what looks to be a small, battery-powered cart behind him, while a thin, elongated purple reptile sits inside of it. "Well, whatever, I don't give a shit if they find out it's you. It's me who's gonna get in big, I used the spawning machine a week ago and I'm still making up for it." ####"Quit yer' squirmin'. It's the deeper-end alien residents, no one's gonna miss 'em, aaand they're not registered either." "Yeah, yeah. But if we find out you gobbled one of the mall residents then that's gonna bite us hard in the ass." The bear drops the cart, turns around and positions his derrierre on top of the dumpster. "Schplofht-Schlop-Shlp-Squelch-Schlopppht..." An immense wave of soft-serve sludge pours out of the bear's ass, easily filling the dumpster in a few seconds. He shakes his butt a little, turns his behind to the nearest wall, and **slams** his behind to it, leaving a perfect brown print of his asshole on the wall. ####"Alright, let's go." Eight creatures, insect-like but standing on two feet, approach the pile. Their large bellies sway left and right, and they have to be 4ft. tall or so. They sniff at the air before all jumping into the pool of bear shit. The stink reaches you, causing you to have to lean back down and steady your breathing. The powerful stench of tons of bear shit almost make you gag, while at the same time making your dick hard as diamonds. [[Next|DumpDone]](set:$dump to 1)

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The insects appear to have left, and you still see the gigantic, still-steaming bear shit pile in the open dumpster, with a number of slimy streaks across the wall and edge of the metal container. [[Eat it|Dump2-2]] [[Leave|DumpDone]]

You gulp as you approach the pile, blinking to yourself as you don't fully understand what you're doing. Standing in front of the dumpster, the smooth sludge overflows a bit out of it, in a pillow-like pile above where the lid would close. With eyes closed, you scoop some of the slimy stuff and shovel it down your gullet, gulping almost immediately. The nasty, bitter thing flows smoothly, and... feels good. The taste is nasty, but not terrible. You grab another handful and shove it down as well. Then your entire face goes into it. Fast forward a minute, and you're climbing atop the pile, gulping an obscene amount of hot bear shit, digging for the center, where the most bitter, hottest sludge lays. Like the center of a caramel, the inside is much more watery, like hot fudge. You emerge with your cheeks bulging, stomach slightly distended, not quite processing what you've just done. You stumble out, still in a partially horny state, leaving slimy brown footprints as you walk out. (set:$dump to 2)[[Next|DumpDone]]

A thin dart sinks on your arm, and you flinch as you feel the thin string of pain on it, glancing back to a familiar purple lizard peeking out of the dumpster's corner with a gun in his hand. You're about to turn tail and flee, when your legs seem to have trouble moving. In fact, they don't move at all. You try to lean your arm against the wall, but that falls off as well as the rest of your body. You don't fall unconscious, but lose utter control of your body, as the lithe anthro walks over to you, gun pointed down the hallway. He grabs your wrist with one hand and begins dragging you around the corner, lifts you up, and plops you into a small vehicle, before driving it down the hallway into the depths of the septic district. [[Next|Dump3-2]]

You wake up in one of the matresses that you assume the rats sleep in, lights off, hearing snores all around you. You're curled up next to Splay, who is tenderly holding you, his hole accidentally around your entire butt. You're stained in brown from all sides, but he doesn't seem to care. With a dull *squelch*, you disengage and tiptoe away from the room. Finding your suit thrown at a side and grabbing it on your way out. [[Next|RatDone]]

No one's in the room, though there are a few, large used condoms tied on the couch. You grab one of them and empty them down your gullet, moaning to yourself as you let the thick, rat jizz flow down your body, keeping your belly warm. That's about all there is. [[Next|RatDone]]

You spot a large trash container on the far back of the room, with several rats rummaging through it. ######"Oh hey, your boyfriend is back." You approach the group of familiar rodents, as they're pulling large, brown boxes of what you assume were thrown-away rations, and see the rat-snake hybrid, Splay, come into view, half-chewing one of these rations. "Heyh fuhckfaesh. Wu're eating thish poor fucher that turned into food permanenshly." He gives you a grin as you approach the group and climb into the dumpster. The rations have been tossed into one big square alongside a set of clothes and a pair of glasses. Splay finished chewing through the dense, cheesy block, coiling around you and putting himself against your back. "Seems the dude fucked up hard enough to get wiped from the spawning machine and having his last iteration get turned into chow that no one wanted." You lean back, letting your weight fall on him as one of the rats closes the lid, encompassing you all in a stinking, humid darkness. Your clothes fall down, and you feel yourself be turned around and be pressed against a gigantic, fleshy passage. Sighing, you grasp onto the wrinkly asshole in front of you, mouth wide open to suck on that massive shitter. You feel the small claws latch onto your butt as the rats take turns ravaging your behind. With each gallon of nut being deposited into your belly, your own cock twitches and spurts, the stink turning spicy and salty with each rat orgasm. You happily let yourself fall limp when Splay starts shoving you all the way inside, face-first. Feet curling just outside the saggy asshole, as a cockhead shoves you fully inside. You travel down the tubular, filth-filled bowels, warm brown caking your entire naked form as you feel the passage undulate and quiver each passing second. A wave of hot, slimy jizz rushes past you, and you keep heading south, encased in brown bliss. A good hour of sliding later and you've lost a sense of gravity, now floating amidst filth. Your hands grasp at walls but only get small handfulls of sludge. A fleshy rod comes into the warm passage next to you, and you latch onto it with four claws, before it retracts. --- "Say hello to the newest sibling, y'all." The filth-covered rat in light-tan fur exits the gigantic hole, chittering as the other large rats climb atop him and quickly start mating quick and hard with his freshly-transformed body. Splay leans back on a bag of garbage, chewing on another piece of ration with his slop-caked hand. The happy chitters and squelches coming from the newest sibling are cute, as he happily takes in his family's worth of loads, left in a puddle of warmth while the rest focus on chewing the leftover rations. As for the recently transformed rat, he's had enough food for today, still being fucked relentlessly. [[Next|RatGameOver2]]

Your eyes trail around the hallway, then the lizard, then the dashboard you fall against when the cart brakes. You're picked under your arms and carried into a large work room, with many mechanical components, as well as the fat bear-taur you've seen before, his arms crossed. ===> ####"What's this about?" <=== "Fucker saw you last time, I thought I had seen him skittering around." ===> ####"Maybe he's just a perv." <=== "Not taking any chances, he's gonna stay here til' we know what he's about." ===> ####"I don't see a problem with that." <=== You're dropped onto the floor like a ragdoll, limp wrist in front of you. You see the bear walk over to your form, looming in his enormous form, one of his paws push you face-up, while he looks through you. [[Next|Dump3-3]]

####"Wait, you gave him the Epis serum." ===> "Eyup." <=== ####"Cool." The bear squishes you with his paw a little, you can only trace with your eyes at the large, rubbery black that presses against your motionless form before letting go. ####"Hey, human, get up." Your body reacts on its on, and you get yourself up, your confused look in clear juxtaposition to your decisive movements. ####"Good, rub my ass." He turns around and presents his gigantic bear hole, it would bulge out if not for the two furry cheeks keeping the blackness at bay. You throw yourself against it, wedging yourself unwillingly into his crack, mouth opening and biting into the soft flesh while both arms rub alongside the span of the hole. ===> "Hey!! I need him clean." <=== ####"No you don't. Human, lick my bowels clean." **SPLURPT** The bear taur sits down, driving you deep into his hole. You force your legs under the ton of bear fat, crawling up and into the stinking, wide passage, as it squeezes the breath out of you, before widening once more. Your face and chest get caked in brown as you keep crawling up, spearing your head through a massive, stinking log that eagerly squelches around you. The only thing you can consciously do is close your eyes as you get yourself sandwiched by this you-sized pile of feces, hands squeezing the log while you open your mouth and let the sludge flow down your throat. Your legs swim, toes curl around the forgiving mass, spreading scat all around your body while you giddily swallow the bear's produce. 20 minutes later, your finger twitches, and the rest of your body starts to stop performing the given order. You've gorged yourself with a fourth of this low, floating in the bear's messy bowels for long enough to lose sense of which way you came in from. With both arms to steady against the filthy walls, you pull yourself backwards, then some more, feeling the gigantic, sloshing gut you are packing in front of you. **SCHLOURP** Your body flops on the ground, surrounded by bear shit, as the two males look you over, the purple lizard tiptoe-ing towards you with a tool in his hands, scanning it over your head before going back to his computer. "He's clean, his chip's all manner of fucked. No one's gonna believe him. Hell, no need for a cleanup, you can keep him as your little latrine." The bear walks over to the computer, nonchalantly dripping fresh manure behind him, as he presses some buttons over the lizard and switches to a new window. ####"Nah." You see as the computer screen switches to a live feed of your point of view. "Oh, you're a fucking genius. Do we have livestream set-up? I'll go get a dish from Seph." ####"Human, go ahead and leave, licking yourself clean on the way." You lift yourself up and begin walking away, wiping off the excess shit around you, dragging your bodysuit with your other hand. It takes you a few minutes down the hallway to realize that you aren't affected by the drug anymore, and that you're just doing this out of your own volition. [[Next|DumpDone]](set:$dump to 3)

*Click!*(set:$infirst to 0) <script>$('tw-story').addClass('no-navigation')</script> You garner the reaction of everyone in the room, crossed arms crossed no more, as the Jackals begin making moves on you. Luckily the time between hack and door open is little to none, and you roll inside, slamming the emergency door button on the other side and locking this thing for good. Thuds and scrapes, they're trying to get in, but they won't for a good while. Taking a deep breath, you turn to look at the inside of this airlock. A small window points out to the commander deck, which seems much more altered than the primary deck: Arranged to be more of a lounge, several couches and odd contraptions hanging from chains above. A throne-like seat, completely unfitting for any of this ship's aesthetics, faces the main control unit. There's more devices and contraptions to the sides, but this window offers a narrow field of view. [[Open it|Bernard4]]

"Alrighty, ladies and gentlemen, the show is in session! As you can tell, a little change of plans, but look and behold as one of the few humans left in the ship has *agreed* to take on the **blast bet!** Will he pervail, or fall to the carnal desires of flesh?" You hear a couple of snorts, and the sound of straining rope. "Alright then, my dear participant. Comms are cut, you don't know the timer, and will hear nothing other than what's in front of you! Starting.... Now!" **Click!** Silence... A couple of snorts and a small, animalistic grunt emanate from in front of you. The smell starts hitting you. It's muddy, strong as hell, and it dawns on you how poorly ventilated this place is. **FLURRPHT** The first test comes, with a dash of hot air hovering onto your form. The smell is intense, incredibly rank. You remember being in fields that only stunk this bad on the surface. Your dick pulses but does not come up. **Frpt** **SQUEAL!!** **FFFFFRRRRRRRPPPPPPHTTHTHTHTTT...** A much larger wave of hot, disgusting air pushes against you, this one searing your nostrils and make you open your mouth as the visceral reaction hits you. Your dick is definitely up by now, lightly throbbing at the disgusting scent. Your sense of time is altered by the heat of this room. Has it been a minute? Three? **SPLORPT... SQUELCH... SPLAT SPLAT SPLUHT** The scent shifts, into one of pure manure, as if a fat shit was sitting a couple feet from your nostrils. Your toes curl as you are forced to inhale the bitter air, pungent and spicy. Another squeal comes from in front of you, and then the snapping of rope. The voice comes over the speakers. "HEY! HEY, NO TOUCHING, NO-- OUT, OUT!" A wet something presses against your chest, sniffing. ###"SNORT. SNRT-SNORRT." You feel it trail up to your neck, then prod against it. Your chair lifts for a second. ###"SQUEAAAAL!!" Then the same wet, cold appendage pushes against your chest hard, knocking the chair back and causing you to lose your wind momentarily. "Hey, uhm. Good luck!" The blindfold falls upwards from the impact, causing you to half-see the thing that circles you. It looks huge but it's probably from you being on the ground, and it is a chubby, curious pig that is sniffing you momentarily before turning its bright pink, sweaty body and shoving a gigantic ass down your face. Your protests are silenced by a sickly squelch, as the filth-encrusted hole smears hot shit against your every pore, before disengaging. You're lucky you held your breath, as you can only see brown around your vision, as well as bridges of brown slime between your nose and the hole. It begins walking away, causing you to heave in relief. Another pig comes from the same bed-side, this one a lot more curious. It licks your brown face, smearing shitty saliva across your face. It then walks on over to your throbbing hard-on, turning around and releasing a massive, filthy **FFFRRRRPT** That bounces your dick around like a toy, before it gets caught into a wet **FLORT** that sends a little hot liquid to your crotch. This pig doesn't walk away, it walks up to your face and plops its behind hard against it. You groan a muffled protest, feeling the nasty air begin to seep into your skin. A good twenty seconds pass, and your lungs start to ache, your toes curl, arms tug against restrains. You have no choice but to breathe in, and what a smell you catch. The shitter that you're pushed up to reeks of rotten refuse, filth encrusted into a pig's backside for months. Your dick violently reacts, shooting hot jizz just as fast as your ragged breaths of brown pigshit. "Well, pretty close call, but unfortunately our human survived for a good three minutes! Let's give both him and our gracious host Bernard a warm set of hands!" The clapping is cut by the intercom signal stopping. You're left in the squelching depths of a pigs ass against your face, slowly sitting back up, while letting loose a large pile of sludge that coats your head and shoulders. Your hands tense, but you're powerless to do anything. **SLAM!** "Oh dear, let me help ya, buddy." A towel presses against your head, rubbing some of the nasty off of you. "Okay, that was a little against the rules, so I'm not blaming ya. But, highest TV tune-in we've had in years! I'll buy ya a drink, even though you're rich." You're led to a shower, then back to the bar, where everyone keeps a firm, lustful gaze over you. [[Next|MuskEmpOut]]

[[Use the teleporter|TP1]]

(set:$info to 0) =><= Times teleported: (if:$TeleportTimes is >0)[$TeleportTimes](else:)[0] (color:red)[###WARNING] (css:"font-size:small;")[The teleporter is a flimsy, powerful device. Each one is meant to be used no more than 4 (Four) times, at increasing risk of malfunction the more it is used. By using it, you momentarily waive the agreement of the Circles' alliance regarding maintenance for the fabricator's materials and cost of bio-cloning, furthermore risking blacklisting from the bio-fabricator **AND RISKING PERMANENT DEATH**. The Circles' alliance does not take responsibility for the maintenance nor creation of teleporters using clandestine measures. Do not be fooled, teleporting past the allowed amount of times may work, but it is not a 100% chance.] [[Use Teleporter|TP2]] (css:"font-size:medium;")[(Automatically sends you to the Hub)]

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(set:$TeleportTimes to it +1)The wind is knocked out of you as you blink onto the empty teleportation hub.(if:$dump is 3)[(if:$TeleportTimes is <1)[(go-to:"DumpTP")](else:)[ There's a red X on the ground.]] The teleporter beeps, reading **"TIMES USED: $TeleportTimes"**. (display:"Hub")

(set:$TeleportTimes to it +1)(set:$Teleportation to 0)*Thoomp!* You go deaf, air begins to be pulled out of you extremely fast, and you see the cold void of black you're floating in.(if:$helmet is 0)[ A small bubble emerges from the neck of the suit and locks around, causing you to heave and breathe with what little oxygen you have]. The small beeps on the bottom of your neckpiece indicate what you assumed just happened, you're in space. About 100 feet or so from the lower hull, drifting aimlessly and without thrust, while your beeps indicate a rapidly declining oxygen storage. You calm yourself, breathing in and out, internalizing that your anatomy is not one to immediately kill you when exposed to the vacuum of space. Something grabs your wrist, sending you flying towards it. You look above you, finding a dark-green, 8ft. anthro alligator with a tailored suit that's been customized to encompass his gigantic, waving tail. He nonchalantly grabs you with one hand, his large thrusters keeping his velocity straight, as he pulls you up in front of him. His jaw is massive, with crooked teeth that grin as he pulls you close, grabbing at something in his back.(if:$helmet is 0)[ He retrieves a tube, leaves it hanging off of him, and then retrieves a slightly-oversized helmet, which he plops on you just after popping the flimsy suit-generated bubble.](else:)[ He notices your current helmet, and retrieves a tube from his back.] *Click!* The tube locks in the front of your helmet, serving as an "air filter" connection.(if:$musk is 1)[ The immediate scent of spicy, extremely manly musk wafts in hot quantities, filling your breathless lungs with it.] You gasp and heave as the air fills you, causing you to sputter and hold onto your suit, breathing as much as possible. You see the alligator laugh silently in his helmet, lifting his large tail and coiling it around your head before putting both arms forwards for navigation. You spend a few more minutes cruising the bottom of the ship, eventually arriving at the open Cargo bay, a welcoming sight. (if:$filth is 1)[A massive fart echoes through the tube, leaving your helmet filled with a dense brown mist. The disgusting air filters all the way in, covering every pore of your body and forcing you to re-inhale it several times, until the helmet disengages.] *Kh-SHHHHHHHhhhh....* Landing on the bay, the helmet is removed from you, and the alligator gives you a smile as he lifts you back up effortlessly. He says something, pinching your cheek through his rubber suit, and walking away. You're fairly sure he forgot he still has a helmet on. [[Next|CargoFlightsEsp]]

(set:$Teleportation to 0)***Sloouuurrssshhhhh...*** Extremely thick, cold tar-like liquid all around you, encompassing from every direction. You're glad you had some leftover air as you start thrashing and pulling in all directions. You open your mouth and blow a few bubbles, feeling the small pockets of air push past your cheeks behind you, and you start heading in that direction. Two large appendages wrap around your ankles, and tug. You'd expect to slip down, but your suit partially disengages from you, pulled to the ankles and causing the things grabbing you to slip off. You breach the surface with a faintly audible *pop*, grabbing onto the thin edges of what appears to be a tube. The extremely slippery liquid causes you to slip forwards and tumble against the exterior of this chamber, a tube-like formation that is soft and cold to the touch. You catch your footing on solid steel, and start backing away from it while waiting for your suit to start generating light. It's a mass of thick black cables, some huge in diameter, others thin but moving. You seemed to be inside one of them, its flower-like lid slowly closing after your escape. You examine your suit and find it has split off in half around the mid-section; You had thought previously that these things were impervious to all damage, unless this pool you were on was made of the same latex of these suits. Shaking your hair of all of the excess blackness, you start to back out, lifting up your lower half so that the suit melds itself properly. [[Next|TarPit]]

(display:"CargoFlights")(set:$Teleportation to 1)

You approach the dumpster with bated breath, but find it to be completely devoid of any refuse. There's the large, ring-shaped streak of shit where the bear wiped himself against the wall, and you lick and suckle on it pathetically. [[Next|DumpDone]]

There's a passage to the lower chambers, these ones much more flooded, with swamp-like mud reaching up to your knees. They slosh and bubble with each one of your waddles. This hallway is large, with floating piles of broken machinery and wires, as well as the broken metal pipe that's meant to carry waste to its intended shuttle. The pipe bubbles and spits large amounts of waste. There's also a large, bored-through hole on the wall, revealing ship nooks that weren't meant to be accessed. There is white silk covering the sharp edges of metal. [[North|SepticWander]] (Septic district's hallway) [[South|Candy Tunnel]] (Into the hole) [[Fix the pipe|FixPipe]]

You hear from below the "desk", a very subtle "*Glck!*", and watch as the hippo's leg lifts and presses down beneath her desk. They have an androgynous voice, hard to place on either spectrum, but their movements accentuate a more feminine attitude. "Name's Mauve, and I run this romp. I'm assuming that you're the human that Bernard is watching over. You're in luck, this entire bay is isolated from the satellite he's using, so that thing in your head doesn't have much sway here." Both of their large knees come up, pushing something from under them. You hear a wet "Schlop", and a gasp. "I run an empire of lust, which is consensual. If someone starts getting a little frisky like they think they own you, you come to me." They reveal a key behind a desk, which they put in front of you. "Room's free for you, take the communicator if you want some fun in your room. I'm available. If someone's in this district, they'll get a ping notifying that you've called them. All you gotta do is have some form of close interaction with them to be added to your chip." They stretch their neck. "And. Don't bother calling Bernard, it's part of the blacklisting to nullify his presence on the chip so long as you're here." What's with the snake? What will happen if I get eaten? What's blacklisting?(if:$raptor is >2)[ Who's that raptor?](if:$frog is >2)[ Who's that frog?](if:$ghost is >2)[ Who are those ghosts?] (click-replace:"What's with the snake?")[ "Big is a unique specimen. He's voraphillic in nature, so he's pretty much into eating people, period. Because I enforce consent, he kind of has to go around begging people to let him eat them. It's pretty funny. If he pulls any moves on you, you tell me right away. He is a predator at heart, though. Someone who never has had to talk, forced to have a personality... Be careful around him."]\ (click-replace:"What will happen if I get eaten?")[ "So long as you don't say "Digest me" you should be fine. The snake did ask about the legalities of someone staying for too long inside of them. Bottom line is: Once you're eaten, you can ask to come out. Of course, this assumes that the predator can hear you, which is why the chip works with short-frequency communications, to circumvent that loophole. If you remain in a stomach for too long, well, I don't need to tell you what happens."\ Will you eat me? ]\ (click-replace:"What's blacklisting?")[ "Bernard didn't get into power just because. He fixed up one of the only machines capable of bringing any odd string of DNA to life, previous memories to a point, physical state without a flaw. He owns the monopoly on revival, and thus, relentless hedonism. He gets to break their toys multiple times, and blacklist their individual genetic code when they're too boring, dictating life and death. If that wasn't egregious enough, he fixed up one of the few printers to make food with biomatter. So long as the scouting vessels come back with plants or creatures, this ship can produce food infinitely." ] \ (click-replace:"Will you eat me?")[ "Even if you asked... Hm... I would normally say yes, dear." They take a silent minute to themselves. "No. You're an asset, and one I'd rather not see turned to mush from a horny little hippo like moi. That's not stopping you from jumping into jaws on your own, I just have my own morals to pursue." Their professional façade breaks, and their smile comes back. "That's not to say I can't show you real fun, human. Stomachs aren't necessary for making you into a moaning, jizzing slut."]\ (click-replace:"Who's that raptor?")[ "No name, but they seem to know their way around and who to approach. They're silent, mute if I had to guess, or they just don't talk to anyone. And yet, the payment came, so I can't complain. They're mysterious, always painting themselves but never going to any clubs or inviting anyone in. It's like they're waiting for someone." ]\ (click-replace:"Who's that frog?")[ "Stephen? A game-a-holic. Probably the kind to spend the bare minimum if it means he gets to purchase the newly released products from VIR. He's a tad of a slob, but he's nice otherwise." ]\ (click-replace:"Who are those ghosts?")[ "I know one of them was a human, the rest? Beats me. They're strange, but kind of charming. One of them, Strawberry, I think, has a way with words. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to see what they're about, but I have a business to mantain, no time to go around getting possessed by ghosts." ]\ (display: "MauveDesk")

There's a makeshift elevator that miraculously works without a problem. The room you're staying on is a 90º turned suite, with most of the intact furniture moved to the bottom. There's a large TV that appears to work, with a VR-kit attached to it, as well as a beautiful, well-kept bed with a single heart-pillow the size of you in the middle. There's also a bathroom on the side, with a shower and a real bathtub.(if:$snake is <3)[ There's a letter beneath your door. Read the letter] [[Leave|CargoBuilding]] [[Inspect the VR kit|Gallery]] [[Bathroom|MauvePBath]] [[Call someone to your room|MauveCall]] [[Check other rooms|MauveVisit]]\ (click-replace:"Read the letter")[(color:#338017)["Hello Human. I am attaching a picture of my tail for context. ==><== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1DrZ823l70SaKUBHIena0egobYl1SRdkx" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> <==== I know we got off on the wrong foot (I do not have feet), but I believe we may reach an agreement that allows you to be comfortable with me devouring you. After some discussion with nerds, I present to you the following evidence: Current generation humans are extremely resilliant, and will not truly die unless you're shot out of space or something. As such, being in my long, hot stomach should not be uncomfortable in the least for you, and, in fact, much nicer than what people around this ship wish to do with you. Here's a better angle of my tail. (Picture you are in the tail) ==><== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1sGwJp4pHti2RC8B81emHGYDwYkUKR31T" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> <==== If you want to talk about it, call me to your room. I wish to wrap you around me and slowly wiggle my stomach while you turn into slop throughout several months. I am bad with letters, an assistant is helping me. They recommend I offer sexual favors. I believe you humping my belly is as valuable as a dozen of those. Please consider."](set:$snake to it+1)]

You go alongside the hippo and, having to climb up the desk to meet their shoulders, trace a finger through their soft chest, feeling the smooth skin and forgiving muscle as they give you a warm smile. "Oh, kid, you're adorable." With a dexterity that makes you wince, a hand comes to your crotch and lightly squeezes your bulge, as the hippo's finger traces up your crotch and shoves an oversized finger into your mouth. You gulp and grab onto the hand possessively, but they quickly withdraw. "I unfortunately don't do much business like this on my desk. You'll have to excuse me, but please use the communicator in your room if you require assistance~" They give you a deep kiss, before sending you on your way. You see as they thoroughly lick their finger clean. It makes you shiver. [[Next|MauveDesk]]

In the bathroom, there's a shower and a bathtub, alongside it a number of arranged bath bombs. [[Magazines|GameGuide]] (About the game / progressions) [[Shower|MauveShower]] (Will reset Septic-related corruptions) [[Bathtub|MauveBathtub]] (Will reset most corruptions, including Cargo Bay counters. Hotel progress with local guests will not be reset.) [[Back to the bedroom|MauvePRoom]]

(display:"SHEffect")Corruptions have been reset. [[Next|MauvePBath]]

(if:$snake is >3)[Cleansed of the snake's slimy produce, you feel your hair run much smoother.] The bath is so relaxing, it fills you with a peace that knows no bounds. You're fairly sure you spent a good 20 minutes in there. (if:$snake is >4)[(set:$snake to 3)](display:"SHEffect") [[Next|MauvePBath]]

(set:$vulture to 0)(set:$skunk to 0)(set:$rats to 0)(set:$dump to 0)

The communicator is similar to a rotary telephone, with the exception that putting your hand on the disc is enough for the connection to begin. Something about induction causes the chip in your temple to plug onto the network of other possible chips within the district. [[Back|MauvePRoom]] [[Call the snake|Call-Snake]] [[Call Mauve|Call-Mauve]] (if:(history:) contains "CargoFlights")[[[Call the space-faring alligator|Call-Gator]]](if:$frog is >2)[ [[Call the frog|Call-Frog]]](if:$raptor is >2)[ [[Call the raptor|Call-Raptor]]](if:$ghost is >2)[ [[Call the ghosts|Call-Ghost]]]

There's a VR kit here that looks well setup, next to a number of strange artifacts, like an inside-out suit that has tons of latches, wires, and a used fleshlight. It's kind of like a gimp-suit. (if:$fragment is 0)[Doesn't seem to work for you.](else:)[If the gallery worked, you'd be able to see most encounters here!] [[Strap the VR on|VRTime]] [[Back|MauvePRoom]] (When finished, this should have a gallery of most past encounters).

(color:#338017)["Hello, human! I see you have gotten around to being slurped into a snack, then?"] (click-goto:"I just want to talk","SnakeTalk2")[I just want to talk] You can come over(click-goto:"You can come over","SnakeCome")

"Hello. This is Mauve at reception. How can I help you?" ... You call for her services. "I'm sorry, you're going to have to be a little more specific. What may you require me for?" ...I request your personal services. I want to have sex with you. Please fuck me. (click:"...I request your personal services.")[(go-to:"Mauve1")] (click:"I want to have sex with you.")[(go-to:"Mauve2")] (click:"Please fuck me.")[(go-to:"Mauve3")]

**"Oh. I didn't know you'd be so eager to sniff me again. Guess that that's what they mean with marking, huh."** Ten long minutes pass before there's a single knock on your door, and you open it to see the large, musclegut alligator leaning against the doorway, bigger belly than you had seen before, with his two cheeks almost encompassing the doorway itself. **"Just tell me you want me to abuse you so we can tick off all the boxes."** [[Just some kissing|Gator1]] [[Abuse me|Gator2]] [[Eat me|Gator3]]

(if:$helmet is 1)["**That helmet's not gonna work.**" You look at the alligator as he's still cranking some oxygen tank, watching you with the edge of his vision.] "**You want a suit?**" As he hangs the suit he freshly repaired, he looks at you with a most intense glare. The friendly smile doesn't break the menacing look. [[Ask for a suit|FlightSuit]] [[Back|CargoBridge]]

(unless:(history:)contains "ALIENSHIP")["Hey, honey? This is Mauve. Please be aware that entering that ship, while it doesn't void the interference the bay itself has, does go out of our consensual agreement. People can, and will force themselves onto you. Also... it might get a little gruesome in there."](display:"ALIENSHIP1")

Without moving the rest of himself, he reaches for a small scanner, aims it at your temple, and looks at the reader. "**No offense, you ain't got no money.**" He rummages down for some more tools, before pulling up a wrench and working on another piece of equipment. He does this for a good two minutes, before stopping and slightly cocking his head in your direction. "**...We could come to an agreement. I could loan you my suit.**" He drops his tools and reaches for the helmet hung on top of the booth, the crystal in it shaped to accomodate for his elongated snout. "**I'd be riding it at the same time, though.**" He opens the suit he's currently wearing, showing it is tailor-made to fit him rather snugly, and that it has a front-entry zipper, with several latches to keep it from being too easy to doff it at once.(if:$musk is 1)[ The suit wafts off a pretty strong, green stink off of it.] (if:$musk is 1)[[[Agree|FlightSuit1]]] [[Leave|CargoBridge]]

**"Suit off."** You can't argue it, you're already stripping down at the basey words of the imposing alligator. *Ssshlip...* Your left leg goes into the suit, against the gator's right leg. He just stares down at you, his tattered jockstrap underneath the suit throbbing a little. He brings one arm down to help the other leg go in, then an arm wraps around your midsection and brings you in tight. *Ziiiiiiip.* It's hot inside, your back stops feeling the cold air from the outside as the zipper is already warm from its environment. You're pressed against the gator's pecs, your thighs around his oversized bulge that casually throbs between your legs. (if:$musk is 1)[The funk is intense, you're sniffing and keeping yourself from getting hard at the stinking underwear, the dense pit stink, and the hotboxing of various assorted gator smells.] **"You're cute in there. Try not to rub too much."** You huff, already feeling the heat cling to your skin. Your crotch rubs against the edge of the gator's smooth, round belly, while your face is right between his fat moobs. He takes off, effortlessly jumping out and enabling his jetpack mid-space. His bulge bunches up on your butt, causing a small groan to reverberate on sweaty moobs. (if:$musk is 1)[The scent is starting to get to you, you're coated in this green cloud that only gets denser the longer you stay. His sweat starts trickling down against your nose, as it is wedged on his chest, and your butt squelches against his smelly dick.] **"Hhhrnm..."** *Schlop!* His giant dick pulses and tears its way out of his suit, eliciting a subtle groan that vibrates through his chest. Your dick presses against his belly, causing a light grunt from you as a gator hand wraps around your butt from the outside and presses you against it. You can feel the lack of gravity, sweat flecking off and floating around, as you're pressed against the belly again. Your moan meets moobs, your toes curl against powerful gator legs, and your arms can only grab onto the hips as you start to get too hot and bothered to not want to thrust into his belly. **"Go ahead, if you're ready for me."** Your drool floats off of you as you start thrusting your hips, hearing nothing but the muted *plap, plap, plap* of your dick squishing against a sweat-soaked gator gut, his rotund belly happily bouncing and taking in your dick. It feels so good your moaning face squishes a little deeper in the crack between his moobs. (if:$musk is 1)[The scent is so dense now, you feel like you're drowning in the rank sweat. His chest radiates a slimy odor that makes you feel he hasn't taken this off in weeks.] You're heaving now, hips shaking as you're breeding with nothing more than a gator stomach. **"Now don't go on and waste that, you're gonna need it."** Feeling you intensify in pace, the gator's hand grabs you by the crotch through the suit, and you groan as you're on the verge of orgasm, the hand pulls you back and your release hits his torn underwear and the fat cock beneath you, slathering his uncut, dark green mast in a heaping pile of your jizz. **"Good. Now my end of the bargain."** [[Next|FlightSuit2]]

"...Very well. I will finish my tasks and arrive at your room shortly, as it doesn't seem to be urgent." Okay. I want a... sexual favor. Fuck me. (click:"I want a... sexual favor.")[(go-to:"Mauve2")] (click:"Okay.")[(go-to:"Mauve0")] (click:"Fuck me.")[(go-to:"Mauve3")]

"..." You steady your breathing. "Okay. How may I assist you with this need of yours?" Nevermind. Have sex with me. (click:"Nevermind.")[(go-to:"Mauve0")] (click:"Have sex with me.")[(go-to:"Mauve3")]

A faintly-audible *Schlop* resonates near the microphone, as well as a more muted "You can take the day off." "I will be with you shortly, then." *Click!* [[Next|MauveF]]

The knock on your door is much quicker than you expect, and you open the door to find a buck-naked, oversized hippo at your doorstep. Their crotch is... completely barren. "Hello, honey. Surprised to see what's between my legs? A whole lot of nothing." They approach you, causing you to instinctively back away, one finger on your chest pushing you over against the soft matress. "But you sounded eager enough to want relief no matter what. And what's more important..." They climb over the bed, four limbs like imposing pillars around your body, as their head gets up to your ear, belly rubbing against your torso. "...You consented." A hand grabs you by your crotch roughly, the hippo's own face comes forwards, wide open, spearing their tongue into yours, locking into a very aggressive make-out session. Your back arches, your arms tense and your feet curl and grab at bedsheets. Say nothing. (if:$musk is 1)[I want to lick your feet.] (if:$filth is 1)[I want to be your latrine.] (click:"Say nothing.")[(go-to:"MauveF1")] (click:"I want to lick your feet.")[(go-to:"MauveF2")] (click:"I want to be your latrine.")[(go-to:"MauveF3")]

*Click.* ...You get the sense they're not gonna come. [[Try again|MauveFinish]]

(display:"MauveCall")

Your moans are lost among a sea of hippo saliva, as you're pushed until your head is encompassed by hippo maw, and you're chugging down their spit while wildly bucking your hips. The hand on your cock is thoroughly jacking you off through latex. The lust starts to build up on your head, mixing with the slimy squishes of your tongues dancing together, spit pooling at the sides of your head and soaking the bed. The mouth retracts. "Ready to cum?" You're heaving and panting, and fail to give an answer. "We can wait then." They stop. You protest but catch yourself between coughs. As you try lifting yourself up, their hand keeps you pinned. "I want to hear you say it. 'Please milk me'". Your whines are thoroughly ignored by Mauve, as they aren't letting you touch yourself, one hand on the base of your cock, preventing a cumshot even if you could will yourself beyond your edge. You muster up the courage, swallowing mingled spit and clutching the bedsheets... ***'Please milk me.'*** The hippo grins, grabbing you from the suit's chest and lifting you up, undoing your suit before opening their oversized maw and letting a torrent of drool coat your dick in hot spit. Your moan is dwarfed by the intense gasp you let out when Mauve's tongue wraps around your cock and sets onto a fast and rough blowjob, the free hands wrapping around your butt as they have you for breakfast. Your hands pitifully grasp at your partner's head for but a moment, their moves too fast for you to do anything. You cum before you know it, a silent gasp as your back archs and your limbs lock in place, gently shaking. You settle down in a sweaty stupor in the midst of your afterglow, as Mauve gets up, rubs their sweaty brow, and approaches you. They give you a departing kiss, forcing half of your jizz back down your throat. You splat on the soaked bed with the taste of your cum, and a still throbbing, slobbered-over dick. [[Next|MauveFinish]]

The current floor you're on has 4 other rooms that appear to be occupied. From the small screens that were wired to the sides of each door, you can see each guest's appearance. One is a slender and tall frog-like cyan anthro, their picture was taken mid-gaming, as they seem to be staring at a screen while holding a controller. They appear to have oversized, webbed feet for some reason. The second one is a dark-red raptor. Curvacious hips, feminine stance, if not for the meaty bulge against their bikini. They seem to have posed on a bed for this picture. Third is a cluster of strange, orb-shaped floating... ghosts? They're floating on top of a bed in this picture, watching TV while seemingly manipulating snacks into their mouths. Fourth is a dragon-like anthro: Fat, bright-red belly and green scales around it. The picture is taken with them asleep and hogging most of the bed with their large frame. [[Back to the lobby|MauveDesk]] [[Knock on the frog's door|Frog]] [[Knock on the raptor's door|Raptor]] [[Knock on the ghosts' door|Ghosts]] [[Knock on the swamp dragon's door|Swampy]] [[Go to your room|MauvePRoom]]

(display:"Cargo")

(color:#36ada5)["Aw fuck!"] The chiptune on the other side of the door stops, and the door opens not a second later. (color:#36ada5)["You just made me lose my perfect ru-- Oh. You're the human."] The thin, long-legged frog looks you over, his beady yellow eyes giving you a glance before he turns back around. He's wearing nothing but off-colored, tattered undies that fail to conceal his incredibly saggy, big cyan nuts. (color:#36ada5)["Alright, fine, you can join. Just don't ruin my next run or I'll kick you."] He sits on his bed, hand on a controller as he's back to playing this old-era 8-bit game. He props his oversized, two-toed feet on a stool. You don't understand how they're not blocking 80% of the screen. [[Pick up a controller|FrogPlay]] [[Suck him off|FrogCock]] (if:$musk is 1)[[[Worship his feet|FrogFeet]]]

*Click!* You hear the door unlock in front of you with a small, barely noticeable beep. You open the door and see the curvy velociraptor, sitting with his back to you as he's holding up a mirror and painting his lips. They don't say a word, so you step inside slowly, standing at the doorway. With a small *clack*, the mirror closes, the large being stands on its hind legs. They're much more feral than anthro, large clawed legs stepping around the bed as he meets your gaze. They lightly hiss, licking their bright-pink lips while sitting their buns on the bed behind them. The two powerful legs part to show a thick, bulging cock straining against fabric. It looks humanoid, uncut. A clawed foot extends towards you, flexing its three toes in a come-hither fashion. [[Worship his feet|RaptorFeet]] [[Lay down on the bed|RaptorAss]] [[Make out|RaptorLips]] [[Leave|VisitDone]]

(display:"Ghostfonts")\ $g1["Oh shit!"] $g2["Oh shit, what?"] $g1["Look at the camera!"] $g3["It's the human!"] $g4["Let's. Open the. Door."] The door swings open on its own, the four of these entities float next to the bed, their strange orb bodies turning and hovering your way. $g1["Hello, make yourself at home, human! None of us have ever spent time with one of you."] $g2["I think Egnaro has."] $g1["Yeah, well, don't listen to his stories."] $g4["I have spilt the blood of all these people."] $g1["Yeah, yeah. Well, human, we are watching a gameshow, you can hang out with us if you want! Uhm, Strawberry?"] $g3["Hm? Oh!"] The Strawberry-colored ghost, who you assume to also carry the same name, closes her eyes for a second, and out of her bottom, a gigantic cock, doubling her size, slips out of her. $g1["Just in case you... hmm, want to have fun! We all are very excited at the proposition of a human!!! But, you know how it goes. We can't invade your body or... do anything fun without your permission."] $g4["In due time, you will know the tragic extent of my failures."] [[Next|Ghosts1]]

You knock on the door, but it appears to offer no response. Guess that no one's home.

You slowly step inside, feeling that predatorial gaze across your entire body, a throbbing cock struggling behind fabric as the raptor doesn't move from their position, foot still motioning your way. You fall down to your knees and wrap both arms on the one foot, causing the raptor to cock his head as he slowly flexes each individual, smooth toe. The black claws curl around your fingers, and you squeeze the fat sole as the leg extends and lightly taps your nose. (if:$musk is 1)[The musk is exquisite, the black boots on the bottom of the bed waft the same funk that is wrapping around you, the scent of hot cheese, a spicy smell that enthralls you. ]The raptor beeps something on their small pocket remote, and a dance club beat starts playing. The feet move back, and you're left with a bit of forward momentum, trying to grab them again. The raptor climbs up on the bed, taking a step away and looking towards the pillow. You take the hint and get up on the bed, feeling his foot roll you belly up, before coming right up onto your face. You groan as a decent amount of pressure goes to the black and red scales pushing against your mouth and nose. He tests the pressure, semi-bouncing on your face before lifting his entire body and putting his other fat foot on your crotch. Your groans smear against sweat(if:$musk is 1)[, and the fumes slide up your nose], as your legs lift at the borderline painful amount of pressure. ==><== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1jgFqCKxVQpfwDuu9Ysx1-AAz1VbXQ58r" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> <==== He looks at you with a satisfied grin, foot rotating a bit to allow your face to be visible. He keeps the toes away from you, lifted up, expectantly, and you slowly wrap your hands around them and push them down towards you. Enabling him, he starts bouncing his back foot on your dick, causing you to lose yourself in a most wonderful haze of lust. The intense pressure on both ends proves a bit too much, and your cock throbs, squeezed flat between your belly and the raptor's toes. Your orgasm pitifully rolls out of you, like a tube of toothpaste, muffled and roughed breathing against sweaty feet, before they disengage. The raptor sits back on the bed, leaving your battered form on the bed. (set:$raptor to it +1)(if:$raptor is 3)[(text-style: "underline")[**You can now call the Raptor!**]] [[Next|VisitDone]]

You walk up to the raptor and lay your upper half alongside them. He simply stares with one eye, not turning his head. He gets himself up and walks right in front of you, sitting down on your lap. You bite your lip as the large buttcheeks fondle your dick into a quick hard-on, as he gyrates his hips and wedges your bulge between raptor ass. You are mid-moan when a clawed foot grabs you dexterously from your feet and yanks you forwards, causing all but your head to go off the bed. The butt lifts momentarily before crashing down on your face. (if:$filth is 1)[*Fllllrrrrrrpppttt...* ]You wince as the two cheeks wrap little by little across your cute nose, getting you nice and deep into the raptor's crack until you're pushed up to his pucker. He stands motionless for a minute, then starts dancing his hips left and right, blubber and fat quivering against your cheeks. You hear the wet slaps of ass,(if:$musk is 1)[and sniff at the powerful raptor funk, sweat caking your entire face as you open your mouth and wrap it around the bulging pucker. The spicy taste is stronger than the scent] and the view of this behind the few moments you have light is imposing. **Schlop** Your head comes free, as the buttcheeks leave your heaving, soaked face, and plop back down on your dick. He plants one cheek against your dick and rubs it against it, causing you to blow your load against a single raptor asscheek. Your moans are appreciated by him(if:$filth is 1)[ as he lifts up, shoves with both arms your head against the crack on his behind, and lets loose a gigantic, wet fart. **FFFFFLLLLLLRLRRRRPRPRPPRPPRTPTPPTPTRT**]. (set:$raptor to it +1)(if:$raptor is 3)[(text-style: "underline")[**You can now call the Raptor!**]] [[Next|VisitDone]]

You walk up to him, eyes never separating from one another, as the raptor puts his foot back down and lets you close the distance. Getting up to them, you wrap both arms around them and give them a big kiss along their snout. They respond warmly grabbing you and pulling you together onto the bed, sharing a passionate, sloppy kiss. His snout angles to encompass your entire jaw as the thin, long tongue slips down your throat and causes a surprised moan to emanate from you. He rolls over you, pressing his bulging cock against yours, both packages rubbing one another between layers of clothing, the making-out uninterrupted. His two hands come to your chest, as the claws tenderly grab at your nipples. Your eyes roll up in a wave of ecstasy, fully letting yourself be manhandled by the slutty raptor. Your zipper begins to be undone by the sneaky dinosaur as his gaze narrows into a devious smile. With your suit coming off, a hand slides under it and gropes your ass before taking the garment off completely. He takes off his own strained bikini and rubs his large meat against yours, wrapping the two in one hand and jacking it together. The feeling of his hot cock pressing against yours as you masturbate in tandem forces a gurgle that gets shoved back down your throat, as the raptor's tongue is traveling down your esophagus. You feel your orgasm coming, but the raptor meat disengages from your own. Instead, he cums first, coating your own dick in his sloppy produce of raptor jizz. He gives you a few good shots before wrapping his hand against your now slimed-up dick and finishing you off. You don't stand a chance, bucking your hips as you donate to the already big puddle of nut around you. Your shoulders relax as the wave of bliss rushes past you, feeling the slimy appendage leave your throat. You're left there, in an afterglow, as the raptor sits back on their bed, wiping their cock with one hand and licking it clean while staring at you. (set:$raptor to it +1)(if:$raptor is 3)[(text-style: "underline")[**You can now call the Raptor!**]] [[Next|VisitDone]]

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You grab the extra controller and sit besides the frog, who glances at your legs for a split second before going back to his game. (color:#36ada5)["Yeah that can help. Just don't fuck with the sequence after the first fight and we're good. Pick up that item, press B to shoot it only on the big dudes."] You grasp the layout of the simple controller and start pouring through the level. It's fairly easy, and there's a lot of tech that you don't fully understand but the frog appears to be pleased with your current abilities. You gasp as a two-toed, webbed foot the size of your leg squishes against your crotch, and you see as his right leg is contorting effortlessly to step over your junk. (color:#36ada5)["Pay attention, dude, or I'm not jacking you off."] Sighing, you grip the controller harder, moving to the next area. The boss fight seems to be some sort of... ah, salamander with a grenade launcher... you jump on the platform-- (color:#36ada5)["COME ON DUDE!! DON'T WASTE LIVES!!"] The foot squeezes reflexively around your cock, causing the breath to leave your body momentarily, as your gasp is empty of all air. You pull up the controller again and start hopping on the plat--.... the platforms... Your toes curl as the TV starts to become a bit blurry. The boss stops firing, and you start shooting at it, panting, eyes twitching. (color:#36ada5)["Yeah, yeah yeah! There you go!"] Happily, he slams his foot down against your crotch, flattening it multiple times and causing you to almost drop your controller. You're cross-eyed, the mix of pain and pleasure causing you to drool like a zombie. The salamander dies, and you collect the reward items alongside your co-op partner. Your cock throbs uncontrollably, and the foot resumes its normal rhythm, but you're way past the edge right now. Holding right to move your character is all you can do, as your orgasm locks you in place, eyelids drooping in your briefly-unconscious bliss. Your breath returns slowly, as the next level starts and you feel the warmth of your nut dripping down your dick. (color:#36ada5)["Alright, 7 minutes is pretty damn good, if we get a few more gold stars we can activate all the cheats. Come back later cause goddamn you're better than any of the dumbasses in this floor."] (set:$frog to it +1)(if:$frog is 3)[(text-style: "underline")[**You can now call the Frog!**]] [[Next|VisitDone]]

You walk up to the frog, who is not paying you any attention, and get down in front of his junk. (if:$musk is 1)[You take a long, deep whiff of his underwear, the yellowed fabric reeking of a stink so deep it makes you drive your face into it. You squelch against the package, translucent, stinky slime sticking to your every pore like molasses.] Reaching under the underwear you fish out the frog's chode of a dick, having to practically peel it off the sweaty underwear. (if:$musk is 1)[ The fabric itself squishes under your grasp like a wet rag, waterlogged with excess slop and sweat, causing you to lick your hand clean.] Opening wide, it takes a bit but you manage to fit the large head into your mouth, causing a grunt from the frog. (color:#36ada5)["Ugh, make it quick. I can't concentrate."](if:$filth is 1)[ He latches onto the back of your head for a second, both hands off of his controller. (color:#36ada5)["AH, just... actually, wait a second."] His thick frog dick twitches, and becomes warmer, as acrid liquid begins flowing down your mouth. (color:#36ada5)["AHhhhhhhhh... fuck yeah... thanks dude."] You gag as the piss starts pooling at your stomach, causing your belly to rise as you chug down what seems like gallons of bitter frog piss.] Catching some air, you start settling into a rhythm, pushing and pulling, tongue wrapping around the foreskin and playing with it. His reactions are twitchy, as he grasps at his controller and tries to retain his cool. (color:#36ada5)["Guuhhhh... ffhhhf.. Hhhaaahh, juss.... do the... ahh.. the balls... please..."] You reach for his sagging nuts and give them a little squeeze, he almost immediately throws his head back. (color:#36ada5)["Fuck! Ah, ah, ah..."] Both legs wrap around your head and start pulling you closer, the frog's arms behind his back and keeping him steady. (color:#36ada5)["I'm gonna, ah geez I'm gonna fuckin'... fh...."] His gasp is silent as you feel a surge of his jizz squirt out of the quivering frog, his body locked up as you pull out and let the few extra shots coat your face. Your hand gently cups beneath the cockhead, catching any excess jizz and smearing it on your tongue. You look up to the frog with a satisfied expression, and he looks thoroughly riding the bliss of his afterglow, staring right at you. (color:#36ada5)["Ahh.. hhm... mmmhh... you're... I didn't... know you could... do that..."] He falls down on his bed, you do the favor of pausing the game before leaving. (set:$frog to it +1)(if:$frog is 3)[(text-style: "underline")[**You can now call the Frog!**]] [[Next|VisitDone]]

You walk over to the frog's stool, leaning down and cupping one of the feet. They're immense, the two toes and the webbing around them are soaked in sweat and slippery. (color:#36ada5)["Ugh, if you love them so much you can make out with em or something, just move out of the way. Just lay down, man."] You oblige, laying down in front of him with your face right next to the stool, and he slowly looms both soles over your face, squishing you with both feet simultaneously. The stench is intense, magnified by the fat toes rubbing against your nose. One of the toes wriggles into your mouth, and the other does too. Your cheeks bulge as you're suckling on that sweaty and grimy funk like a slave, hands grabbing the bottom of the soles and rubbing them. (color:#36ada5)["Mgh... That's actually... not too bad... Hey, your insides are comfortablh-HGH!"] Your feet rub against the frog's hardening package, something you only assumed would happen, happened: He's hard as diamonds. His toes curl inside of you, whether by pleasure or anger, as the other two toes press against your forehead, squelching and dripping hot sweat onto your entire face. (color:#36ada5)["Alright you little shit, guess you want to be my footslut? Revel in my disgusting feet? Is it how big they are? Or do you just wanna feel them against your cock until you blow your load like a little fucking deviant?"] He pulls back from your mouth, leaving behind a thick bridge of sweat and slobber between you and the webbing, as he leans forwards, grabs you by the chest, and pulls you over to him. You're too addled to resist much as he sends you on your knees in front of the bed. Without a word, he grins and lifts his other foot up in front of you, watching you trace over it with your head, hypnotized by it. He puts the two gigantic toes in front of you, and you open your mouth. ***GH-LUHHHK*** With a dull squelch, your eyes shoot open as the entire foot is shoved down your throat, feeling the heel bulge out your throat as he spears it further and further. Both hands go to your mouth, but you can only feel the thin leg sticking out, as the appendage keeps going, eventually causing a weight on your stomach. You groan and tense up. (color:#36ada5)["Gaaahhh... there we go. Now the other one."] It's actually easier, as he's able to prop your mouth open with his leg while the other foot works its way in above it. You gag and glurk, your own lust betraying you as you cannot grab at this slimy foot and stop it from slipping in. ***SChloohp!*** Your arms fall to your sides, both feet resting in the bottom of your stomach, happily curling up as you've swallowed both legs to the knee. You're stuck against the floor, forced to see the thin legs drip sweat above you, the frog having paused the game but now staring right at you while grabbing their dick. (color:#36ada5)["Okay, freak, let's get you nice and plastered.] He stretches his legs, forcing you to slide backwards with your upper half of your head facing him, as he angles you down and starts jacking off. You can't do anything other than grab onto his legs and watch his slimy cock in his grasp, hand viciously working around the shaft until he's shooting ropes right onto your face. He lands a good few spurts on your nose, then the rest go between the opening on his legs, straight down your throat. You don't get a say on it, but you'd have probably swallowed it. The hot feet inside of you, the taste of sweat, the smell of jizz, they all provoke a hands-free orgasm that takes you by surprise, eyelids drooping as you keep yourself on the border of consciousness, spurting seed into your suit. (color:#36ada5)["Haahh... Haahh..hah..."] (color:#36ada5)["...You know, I kinda wanna stay like this."] Grabbing onto your jizzed-over face, he retrieves his feet out, one at a time, causing you to gag and moan once more. (color:#36ada5)["Aw yeah, yeah, now you don't want to swallow my feet. A minute ago you wanted to take them home with you."] **Schlop** The first one comes off, the frog rubbing your tented, cum-bulging crotch, before pulling the... ==><== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1fNDlp5dIZQMP67J-V1V15uHIyBFMNgn2" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> <==== **Schluhp** ...Second one. You heave and gulp as you regain control of your jaw and throat, about to land back on the floor when a hand catches you by the suit. (color:#36ada5)["Come here, fucker."] He lifts your upper half and hoists you up the bed, laying down alongside you before coiling around you. He drifts off into an afterglow sleep. ...and you do the same. (set:$frog to it +1)(if:$frog is 3)[(text-style: "underline")[**You can now call the Frog!**]] [[Next|VisitDone]]

In case you didn't know, the filters are at the top! You are now in the cargo bay, a mid-to-late game area, but since there's no combat it shouldn't mean much. There's a few items sprinkled throughout the game that should make your life easier. This room connects to the hub, but you need a key to make it work! (if:$key is 1)[You already have this key.] The undo button is not to be abused, as it can cause a significant loss of progress. As a rule of thumb, only use it when you're genuinely lost, or to get out of a dead end. There are some very dangerous encounters that can result in permanent game ends, keep a save file handy or leave those encounters for last! The filters at the top can be used to dictate what you see and what your options are as the game progresses. It doesn't delete/add options on your current page, so if you think something terrible is gonna happen, backtrack a little and adjust your settings accordingly so that it happens/doesn't happen. Among the late-game items that you may find nearby: Spoil? (click-replace:"Spoil?")[A teleportation hub, a teleporter that can shunt you at any time back to said hub, and a fragment of possibility, an item that allows you to relive most encounters you've had in your current save file.] (The veracity of these items isn't 100%, some of them haven't been added at the time of this passage's creation). (text-style:"underline")[About Bernard] Bernard is a late-game boss. He can be found around the game, but you won't truly engage him directly at first. He resides on the secondary command deck, as you've been made aware, and you need items to reach him. Such items need to be crafted at a nearby fabricator. When you're ready to progress to the late-game, you should save and do so! Bernard is conniving and will do everything he can to catch you and make you his. If he does, the game will be over, so make sure you save!

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You sit on the bed, looking at the current stream that's on the TV: It's a red panda tied to a chair with a blindfold, but that's about it. $g3["It hasn't started yet!"] You look over to "Strawberry" and are reminded of the huge, uncut cock she has flopping underneath her. [[Suck her off|GhostCock]] [[Grab her|Ghosts2]] ==><== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1Wsnlt72oRAAVQYQIC1ZbZVDKwayJITSW" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }>

Grabbing a hold of her meaty, surprisingly hefty package, you drag her floating, smiling orb body towards you, wrapping your mouth around the uncut, pink passage. $g3["Ah, so it seems you enjoy sex then."] With a wet ***Schlorp***, you feel two giant nuts drape across your chin, as you're no longer dragging her, but she's thrusting on her own. Her cock, while being thick as hell, doesn't feel rough to your throat, especially as she's above you powerthrusting into your stomach. You still clutch to the bedsheets, feeling the stretching and nuts slap against your chin, cheeks, then face, as she's rotating her body while spearing into you. $g3["You mind if my friends join, sweetie?"] *Schlop, schlop, schlop.* Your throat is a little busy, and your hum isn't very noticeable. $g1["Alright, guys, dig in!"] Even though you're sitting on the bed, you feel a hot, pulsing rod push in between your cheeks, somehow ignoring both the bed and suit, and slamming directly up your bowels. Your dick throbs hard, sudden pleasure you weren't expecting flows through your entire body, as your dick also squishes against something. You feel as one of the cocks slips your dick inside of it, making for a hard, fleshy passage that feels so fucking good to you. The three creatures relentlessly thrust in and out of you, pretty much holding your entire weight and milking you for all your worth, the bobbing sight of strawberry nuts and the ceiling of the room becoming a little blurred as an orange ghost floats right in front of you, just staring. You'd be unnerved if you weren't jizzing your brains off at that very moment, gulping and feeling the very-real weight and heat of ghost jizz flowing through you. The thrusts don't stop, and the full bliss of your orgasm begins to wear off, causing a mild discomfort. You're about to grab strawberry, when your eyes fall back on the orange ghost. $g4["Let me take the burden away."] --- You feel the light leave your eyes momentarily, floating in a space right above your body, seeing your form limp as it is thrust by the two, very horny ghosts, facial expressions enraptured into ones of pure bliss. You float through the bed, looking at the third, grey one as he's leaving slobber inside the matress while his spectral form bounces beneath "you". An orange aura befalls your spectral form, before it is shunted back into your body. --- Your eyes flicker back, the sensations pouring back in, sight, smell, touch, taste, sound. The thrusting keeps going, and you're back to being lust-ridden, moans around the strawberry cock, ass pulsing around the grey one, dick throbbing once more on the vanilla one. Your vision crystalizes while regaining your consciousness, and the pleasure is doubled. Your eyes roll back up, and you feel a second, much more powerful orgasm squish into the ghost's cock. More warmth presses into your belly. Three giant cocks lock at once, throbbing, throbbing. And then all disengaging at once. You fall down onto the bed, jizz dripping from your mouth, cock, and ass, the last two pooling inside of your suit. An extreme lethargy goes through you, feeling this intense afterglow that threatens with taking your consciousness. The ghosts next to you also fall onto the bed, seemingly losing both their levitation and translucency. Strawberry gives you a kiss, noticing your lost expression. $g3["Haah... haah..... Guys? Egnaro did it again."] $g2["God dammit. Huff... We... we told you not to play with mortality when we're on the Bay, dude!"] $g4["Humans are sensitive, and resilliant."] $g1["For fh..."] (set:$ghost to it +1)(if:$ghost is 3)[(text-style: "underline")[**You can now call the Ghosts!**] ] [[Next|VisitDone]]

$g3["Oh~?"] She looks with full interest to you. Her face resembles that of a human, though more featureless. She winces a little and you hear a *Schlop!* Examining her reveals a massive pucker underneath her. $g3["You seemed interested. These exist, we just conceal them~."] [[Eat her ass|GhostAss]] [[Fuck her|GhostFuck]] [[Suck her off|GhostCock]]

Grabbing onto her cock like a handle, you pull her behind towards you, and wrap your lips against that juicy, bulging ghost pucker. Her reaction is one of pure ecstasy, as the hole winks around your mouth(if:$musk is 1)[, smelly insides squelching around you as you start catching the wafting scent of her not-so-strawberry odor]. $g3["Ahh, fffuck you're good. Oh god, ohhh jeez I think I'm done for..."] Jizz rains from above, coating your head and shoulders in thick clumps, as you feel the cock you've been jerking off throb hard and the hole around your face closing reflexively. You push a little too hard in a moment of relaxation, and the entire thing just slips around you. You didn't expect her to be this hollow, as your head straight up goes into her ass.(if:$musk is 1)[ Musky,](else:)[ Fleshy,] hot walls press around you, causing your own cock to rise, as you feel the hole twist and turn at your neck. $g3["Ahh... haah... I still got it, still got some on me. Alright, human, since you *really* want to get inside of me, it's only fair I do the same!"] Your eyes shoot open, the entire passage is brightly lit for but a second, then your eyes laze down, eyelids drooping. You lose control of your body, but still feel it, you feel your hands grabbing at cocks you can't see, jacking two of them off. You get on your knees and unzip your suit with the dexterity only you would have. Your drool pools inside the ghost's bowels, as two cocks ram your ass simultaneously, causing a reflexive grunt to come off of you. You want to protest, but what comes out of your mouth is "Oh yeah, mess my little human hole up!" You're in the backseat for this one, forced to watch your body be relentlessly used by the three ghosts, as Strawberry lifts and drops herself on your head, using it as a dildo. The pressure on your prostate builds as the two cocks piston in and out of you, slamming against the pleasure button until your cock is spewing all of its contents across the bed. They keep going, and the afterglow turns into overstimulation. You'd protest but sadly you're not in control anymore, they are, and they are not stopping any time soon. Your dick painfully throbs against its own volition, your ass is numb but still plapping with the conjoined cocks that ravage it. Your hands are pulling and pushing Strawberry, aiding in her riding as she's shooting her third or fourth orgasm against the TV. (if:$filth is 1)[You jizz, but it's not jizz. Your glands are out of everything, and you're instead relieving your bladder in a pseudo orgasm against the bed. The embarrassment is dwarfed by the intense, primal pleasure of not being in control. ]With what little bit of milk your body can muster, a tiny amount shoots by the end of this act, signifying the loss of your consciousness. $g3[(text-style:"blurrier")["Oh jeez... I think we overdid it."]] (set:$ghost to it +1)(if:$ghost is 3)[(text-style: "underline")[**You can now call the Ghosts!**] ] [[Next|VisitDone]]

You start to unzip your suit, self conscious about the other ghosts, though they don't pay much attention to you. $g3["Oh! You don't have to worry about the rest, it can just be us. In fact, scram, y'all."] You look back to the rest and find them all to have disappeared. $g3["There we go, now it's just the two of us, baby."] Grabbing her fuckstick like a handle, you press her down against your dick. The gigantic, wrinkly donut wraps perfectly around your cock... and nuts. *Schlop!* You gasp and see as the ghost moves into your belly, now leaving behind the gigantic rod of hers and equally sized nuts sticking out of your crotch as if it was yours. You grab onto it, and your toes curl as the sensation of having that thing connected to your nerves assails you. $g3["You can have it, for now~."] You start jacking it off, seeing the thick base throb with every beat of your heart. The sensation is incredible, and you pull it up and into your mouth with ease, feeling the precum-slathered cockhead rub against your tongue as you relentlessly suck off your own rod. Your extra hand goes to the immense nuts, squeezing them as the lust becomes you. Toes curl against the metallic floor(if:$musk is 1)[, nose flaring as you take in the gross scent of your massive, smelly dick]. $g3["My turn now."] The cock dissappears, and you gasp as your stomach bloats out with a wet **"Glouhrp!"** Your hands go to the dick-shaped bulge as it presses out and back in, feeling the impossible sensation of your cock inside your own stomach, fucking your own walls. Your moans permeate the room, as you just hear the subtle sounds of your stomach, but feel the violent thrusting from both sides, before your orgasm pushes through you, hard. Your belly squelches, and the cockbulge loses its shape through the slowly inflating surroundings, as you put a hand to your belly and feel it heat up with its new mass. $g3["Ahh... Oh that was wonderful, but you felt it too, didn't you? Your moans and pants are so sweet, like a little jizzing slut."] You fall on the bed, your own cock is dry but you still feel the afterglow of a very intense orgasm, your cheeks bulging before burping steaming, sticky ghost jizz. $g1["Wow, you really broke him all on your own, huh?"] $g3["Told ya I was that good."] You can only assume that the ghosts watched the whole thing. (set:$ghost to it +1)(if:$ghost is 3)[(text-style: "underline")[**You can now call the Ghosts!**] ] [[Next|VisitDone]]

(color:#36ada5)["Oh? What's up, dude? I can come over for sure, I heard there's a VR kit there, I hella wanna try that!"] There's a knock on the door, and you open it to find the frog from before, still on his underwear, flip-flops, and a 6-pack of beer. (color:#36ada5)["So? What do ya want?"] [[Ask him to eat you|FrogVore]]

You hear the dead tone dissappear, which means they picked up... But you hear nothing, and a minute of nothing passes, before you hear a knock on your door. You open the door and find a skimpily-dressed raptor, with fishnet stockings and a small pink skirt that does nothing to hide their big hard-on as they stare at you, one claw on the frame. Your vision goes up and meets their dark eyeliner and painted lips, while the claw comes in front of you and traces your chest. He opens his maw, wiiiide open. presenting you with a massive passage of slick flesh, reminding you that this is a predatorial creature. [[Allow yourself to be eaten|RaptorVore]]

(if:$timi is >1)[(display:"TimiRefuse")](else:)[$g3["Hi sweetheart! We'll be right over~"] You get reminded that they're ghosts when they just phase into your room without warning a minute later, the four of them looking pretty excited and not afraid to have their packages hanging out, throbbing in front of them. $g2["Hello human!"] [[Let yourself be possessed|GhostPoss]]]

As you utter the words, the maw closes, and the head cocks. He circles you, entering your room briefly, before grabbing you by the shoulders from behind, and gently pulling you towards the bed. The slow, calculated movements coming from him send shivers down your spine, as they sit you down on the bed, and climb on the opposite side. You see him take off the small skirt, keeping his upper, upright body clear of any garments, as a long tongue drapes across its large jaw, and he climbs around the bed, on hind legs and hunched over like true dinosaurs do. He lowers his stance more, jaw lowering until it is reaching the bed. He remains there, wide open, showing you the cavernous passage. You gulp, steadying your breath as you take this very conscious decision of climbing into the Velociraptor's maw. The tongue squishes as you press a hand to it, your second one curling past the bend of his throat. Your entire upper body is inside of it, sticky saliva starting to coat you as you push yourself up... It doesn't bite down, or react, it lets you do this voluntarily. Knees starting to saddle up the maw, your chest goes past the throat and you feel gravity beginning to claim you. Something about this, about giving yourself to a predator fully and without their force, it sends a strange peace and self-reflection over you, as the warmth and fleshy insides begin to wrap around you. Your feet remain outside, and the tongue can't help but to lap at the edge of your body, clearly he is excited, yet takes no action. The last thing you see is the faint reflections in the slobber of the outside, your head slides down and breaches a fleshy tunnel into a cavernous space. Your legs shortly follow. You've made the decision, your body follows suit. *Ssscchhhloorrrpp....* You feel yourself sag on the raptor's stomach, the low growls of his jaw closing, the passage flattening on the bottom as it saddles up to the edge of the bed, and then you bouncing once more on the sagging organ. You sigh in relief, a claw pressing possessively over your midsection, then two claws fondling from both sides. The low gurgles of your new home slowly build around you, stickiness from all directions. The passage tightens a bit, then releases at once, with a low and guttural sigh that echoes through the insides too. The chamber flattens at your back, you put hands to the stomach walls, feeling them bulge out and leave imprints on the flesh. You relax your body, sticky stomach fluids clinging to you as slowly but surely, the chamber tightens around you, in a perfect print of your body. The groans and squelches only intensify, as you let yourself be claimed willingly as the raptor's meal. Your suit's light doesn't do much anymore, as you are encompassed by hot, squishy darkness from all directions, you feel the claws rub around you, and you bring a hand up to rub back. It pats you. You feel safe. --- ===><=== (text-style:"underline")[**Three months later.**] <==== Slowly, the raptor's eyes light up, its thin slits focusing a little on the room wall, then the TV. It takes an entire hour for his eyes to fully open, one claw idly tapping, before the rest become active. Its period of hibernation ends, with a claw firmly against a fat, squishy midsection, as it begins to trace down the fatter hips, and hind legs. Its lower body stretches, fat hips struggling to mantain all that new mass, before he pushes himself forwards and lays on his front. The gut squishes with a loud squelch, causing a low growl that travels up its system. The raptor lurches once, then twice, then... *BBUUUUUUUUUUHHHRRRPP...* (if:$diaper is 1)[A huge slobber-filled pillow flies from the raptor's open maw, slapping on the ground with a soggy *Splat!* Cocking his head, the raptor looks down at it with a slow curling smile. prodding the waterlogged cotton. It's a diaper, a huge one. This brings a smile to the lethargic raptor, as it starts prodding it with its oversized claw until it's mostly unfurled into a large slimy cushion. The raptor sits down on it, eliciting bubbles of slobber to trickle up, as he digs a big fat butt against the material, releasing huge, bubbly farts that start turning the soggy material brown. A single wet *BLORPT* brings forth a deluge of sloppy mess that the raptor is quick to contain, by grabbing both ends of the diaper and pulling up. He starts to seal it until the only opening is aligned with his stretching pucker, which delivers hot, stinking batches of post-human, now starting to sag and bloat the suit. He's incredibly precise, to the point where he ties the thing shut as soon as he's finished, keeping the cotton balloon nice and plump-full of shit. He leaves it on the ground, caressing it with a hindfoot for a bit, before a gigantic ***SPLOOORRPTCH*** busts out as a seam bursts out into a small trickle of high-pressure filth. What's left of the human is now a disgusting, stinking slop-and-slobber filled diaper that wafts a huge brown fume of fresh raptor shit.](else:)[ A squeezed, balled up latex suit flies out of the roomy throat, sent to a puddle of saliva in the far distance, as the jaw slowly closes and a tongue laps at the lips, wetting its dried external hide. After lifting himself up, the raptor sits on the bed, examining its fatter form. A claw traces the belly, eliciting an unsolicited growl from within that makes the raptor smile. It jumps off the bed, landing on all fours and stretching its new body. He finds a dusty skirt on the ground, but leaves it there, opening the door to the hallway and leaving. ]

(color:#36ada5)["I... What? Wait, you're serious?"] He goes inside, putting his 6-pack down and sitting on the bed. (color:#36ada5)["Wh... Why would you want me to eat you? I mean, I know why people wanna eat people, and why some do it... just cuz'."] He looks up to you, confusion on his beady eyes. (color:#36ada5)["I don't know why you would want that. Well, that's not true. Everyone's sorta on you right now, so you want a... Happy ending, I guess?"] (color:#36ada5)["I can't hope to understand why you're doing whatever the fuck you're doing, but I think we're close enough to where you're going to listen a little to what I have to say."] He gets up and grabs your shoulders. (color:#36ada5)["Don't do that, let's just play video games."] [[Play video games|FrogVore2]]

The VR doesn't have multiplayer capabilities, but you take turns using them. You don't find a way to get it to work at first, but your Frog companion figures out how to jailbreak it to allow it to access the entire ship's game database. The games are fun, if a little outdated, and some of the human-centric dance games make you a little sour. (color:#36ada5)["Yeah. It must suck to have that weighing on you. But, you're still here, aaand you could probably repopulate the earth or something. Wait, is the earth dead?"] You don't... really know. (color:#36ada5)["Hm. Well, here's to hoping it isn't!"] You crack a cold one together. It tastes like shit, but you still enjoy it. It's a good 24 hour bender. [[Next|MauveFinish]]

The tunnel seems to spear through a few sections of the ship, some pretty catrastrophic damage that, the more you look, seems to have been made by some sort of cannon. The south side of this hallway confirms this suspicion, as a larg tapestry of greyed-out foam keeps this place from collapsing the ship from the inside out. A heavy artillery shot that probably also destroyed the sewage system. To the north, you can see the tunnel leads out onto a filth-carpeted chamber. Southwards, it goes into a T intersection, leading East and West. [[North|SepticDepths]] (Septic District) [[East|CandyEast]] [[West|CandyWest]]

You waddle through the heinous stench, finding the pipe that is just shooting massive gouts of filth towards you, and have to shield yourself with one hand while you feel for the edges of the pipe on the other. You grab onto a security valve inside the actual pipe, and find a stable position to start turning it from. Two leathery paws, covered in filth, wrap around your mouth. You cough and protest as the hot sludge runs down your mouth, and feel yourself wrestled onto a soft coat of slimy fur. "Ahhh ha-ah. You wishes to fixes the good poop fountain, cannot allow!" You shove yourself forwards and off of your assailant, turning around to see a triangle-shaped kangaroo, loose streaks of brown across its arms and chest, its pouch overflowing with nasty logs and some bizarre tools. Its large lower body easily splashes around the thick stuff. "Wells well, must you be the ones that think to fix the good stuffs?" He hops forwards, you see a massive, pointed dick flopping below him, your arms pointed forwards help you in no amount to diminish the impact. You land beneath sludge, kangaroo on top of you. The thick sludge causes a smaller splash, and you hear the dull squelches of lord knows how many toilets congealed into one, nasty cesspool of filth. The paw moves to your mouth and slowly tried to pry it open, but you remain steadfast. Another paw moves for your crotch and squeezes your bulge. You groan beneath the pile, but still keep your mouth closed. Grabbed by the chest, you're pushed above the pool, with a squelch as you open your mouth and breathe fresh air. The kangaroo gives you a wicked grin, coated in as much filth as you by now, grabbing your head and shoving it into his overflowing pouch. Your arms only reach the kangaroo's legs as he pushes your entire head in and keeps it there. "Ahha I understand! Not all poops for you, but maybe my special poops?" You thrash around in the pool, nasty squishes and squelches around your face as you retain your breathe for longer than humanly possible. Leaving behind gigantic bridges of slop between you and the pouch, you're released from your grasp, gasping for shit-riddled air. "Ah. Now you like?" You feel your chip begin to warm, causing you to start silently panicking, still held by the kangaroo. No, not now, not now, not-- Your face goes back into the pouch, now with your mouth wide open. You eagerly shove yourself in deep without a paw to accompany you, gulping down the nasty, packed shit inside of the pouch. Your dick rewards you with a feeble spurt of white between your legs, as you fill your throat with wet logs. "Yes yes!! Enjoy fresh poops finally. I contain you." The disgusting haze of this place is getting to your head, as you don't have enough room to think, only room for shit. Two paws drag you by your arms, sloshing you among the pool as you can only gulp down every time you're partially submerged. You emerge into a small room, with a raised platform and a number of bags. Gathering yourself as you see the kangaroo close the room, you inspect the bags around you on the raised platform. The first one is a gray-furred bag, with two ears along the closed opening. The bag is packed full of what you assume can only be scat. The second bag is smooth, like a lizard's, fuchsia in color. There's a dick sticking out of it, throbbing and covered in shit. The neckpiece also has a couple of smaller ears. There's 12 of these bags, right alongside a strange machine. As the kangaroo walks you over to it, you see all of the bags gently swaying, some shaking, the few that have dicks sticking out of it throb and spray a little jizz in your direction. You're too addled to think, you're shoved into an open compartment in this machine, and the kangaroo waves at you. **CLANG!**

A hard, rhythmic disco beat drills through your eardrums, each drop reverberating through your body. You open your eyes to a similar chamber, in the edge of a cluttered dance club, with creatures of all sizes and kinds not only dancing but eagerly fucking one another at the beat. There's a number of syringes on the wall of this container, each one of them marked "THE BEAT". [[Take one|The Beat]] [[Step into the club|DiscoClub]]

You grab onto one of the elongated tubes, checking the pristine tri-point needle bit. It looks like it violates some of the hygiene mandates of the ship, but it's still on-board equipment. Wincing, you shake your head and pop the thing on your neck, feeling it engage its substance with a subtle hiss. The beats slow, but for a moment, then kick back at their current pace. Colors clarify in a way you haven't seen in your lifetime, blues and purples and pinks and greens. You feel your pupils dilate but your senses aren't addled. A female kobold approaches you, her stature half as yours but she looks mature and eager to show you along. You take her hand without missing a beat, her head bobs and so does yours. You're no longer walking, you're laying on a beach chair on one of the sides of the club, her wide hips bouncing on your dick. You're gasping for breath while holding onto her. Your knees feel weak and you're draped in sweat, not to mention her moist cunt is already dripping with jizz... How long have you been here? You groan but it is utterly lost to the harsh beat near you as your nuts clench and you deliver your next orgasm, feeling yourself start to approach unconsciousness by exhaustion. The immense sensation of overstimulation starts to fill you and the beat slows. A needle is jabbed onto your chest, and you gasp at the pain as you see the kobold flash a smile with murderous eyes. You're holding onto a dance pole, thrusting your hips like a maniac into Bell's nethers. Her moans are inaudible, but so is the rest of the act, as her swaying belly swings forwards and back with each of your powerful thrusts. She wasn't that way before, but you're grabbing onto her with a death grip, and she's got a... leash on you? Greens flash to blues flash to purple flash to-- Gulping your eight glass of something sweet, you feel a hot splash of something sticky on your mouth, a giraffe bartender steadying himself as you've milked him of his produce, eagerly licking your lips as Bell pulls on the leash once more. Your filled belly slaps wetly against her slick ass, another brutish jackal nonchalantly grabbing you by the back of the head as they slip a gigantic cockhead into your roomy backdoor, thrusting without a care in the world. You're lost in a haze of sex, your nuts working overtime to deliver as much sperm as a male can produce in a lifetime. Your throat would moan from the jostling alone if not for the jackal's fingers pushing into your mouth for you to suck. There's a small crowd gathered around you, as you're now sitting on top of the bar, eyes bulging while you steady your composure. The anthropomorphic rodent is half-way down your throat, and everyone's watching his legs flail as gravity pushes him lower and lower into your stretching stomach. Your throat feels the paws struggle and slide against your intestines before they settle with a dull squelch that you can only feel, not hear. The beat slows again, so you don't even wince when the needle is jabbed to your leg. --- (text-style:"underline")[Six days later.] A very subtle but high-pitched snore stirs you from your sleep, wrists aching a little as you stretch yourself but find no purchase in your movements. Willing your eyes to open, you see a small room, TV, bed, bathroom... The kobold sleeping. You're upright, however, limbs straining as you try to move them, tied up to an X-post, limbs loose inside foam capsules. You groan as the headache comes and goes, and the draconic female slowly wakes up. She doesn't say a word, but she does lock eyes with you for a moment, giving you a smile that sends a shiver down your spine. You look down, catching a sight of your oversized, pudgy stomach, and feeling your throbbing cock under that. She slowly cooks herself some breakfast, going to the fridge and retrieving some drink, taking about 15 minutes to herself while you fully feel yourself get awake and start struggling against your bindings. She finishes her breakfast while staring at you, walking to a small locker right next to you and rummaging through it. She puts a rolled-over pouch and unfurls it. 12 glowing purple syringes. She takes one and approaches you while disrobing, her pregnant womb swaying gently in front of her.

Wip!!!

The gargantuan, rounded doorway that enters the ship is dark and with muted purples, much like the inside: Dark, low-lit and with a ghastly hum that seems to drill through you even though it is barely-audible. (unless:(history:)contains "ALIENSHIP1")[You sniff iron, and run a finger through your nose, confirming that a couple drops of blood fell from them. Blood. You haven't seen that... ever. You didn't even know you had blood. ]The creatures walking around this massive empty atrium are strange. Most of them insect-like in appearance, some standing like anthros while carrying enormous abdomens behind them, others are blubbery, lethargic in their gait. There's a mantis-like creature leaning against the main doorway that is gnawing a partially-corroded bone. (if:$timi is 0)[There is a small, red and yellow-colored moth anthro that is crawling on the floor, very slowly. Their fluffy body heaves as they seem on the verge of collapse. [[Approach the moth|Timi]] ][[North|ALIENNorth]] [[South|ALIENSouth]]

(text-style:"blur")["Ah. You need not worry about her."] You turn and see a you-sized, fat demonic being, his blue hide has some light red engravings across his belly, as his rock-hard cock is just as big as the poor moth on the ground. (text-style:"blur")["She's just realized she pawned her life away, making her flesh and bone. Not as malleable as before. Not unless I choose her to be."] He stretches an oversized hand towards her, and you take an instinctive step back when you feel the drop on your gut.(if:$ghost is <0)[ You've felt this before when hanging out with the ghostly orbs.] She freezes, then quivers while slowly standing up. Overlayed in front, you see a similar visage to the moth, except she's made out of a light blue, transparent material, eyes crossed as it floats towards the demon. (text-style:"blur")["Ah, got your attention girl? Now that I have your soul you're head over heels for me, ah?"] The physical body turns and begins stumbling towards him, hands idly lifting and clawing for the lifted, floating soul that the imp is now holding by the throat. The soul clings to the wrists with a death grip, clearly in pain, but the body below just smiles as they see the large imp cock in front of them. (text-style:"blur")["Be a good girl and suck it, I'll have your soul for breakfast while you do."] [[Stay and watch|Timi1]] [[Leave|ALIENSHIP1]]

*GHLK!* She eagerly opens her mouth and lets herself be speared by the gigantic thing, arms falling to the sides as she's being helf aloft by the cock inside of her. The soul clings to the arms with defiance, but her expression fades with time. (text-style:"blur")["Don't worry, I won't get rid of your essence for a good while, so you can stay and watch me fuck your husk into a pile of jizz."] Are they... dead? What are you doing to her? Can I have a go? (click-replace:"Are they... dead?")[(text-style:"blur")["Yes. But, as long as their soul is in my grasp. She has, I'd say, 12 minutes before she's dead for good, 40 if she gets rushed into a med-bay. You know how to revive a heart? Didn't think so."]] (click-replace:"What are you doing to her?")[(text-style:"blur")["Fulfilling my end of the bargain. She signed herself away once I willed her to do so. Now she's my fuckstick, and my snack. You can stay and watch me gobble her soul in front of her, if you'd like."]] (click-replace:"Can I have a go?")[(text-style:"blur")["Haj!!"] They give you a good look over, still holding aloft the quivering, struggling essence of the moth. (text-style:"blur")["Sure! Ever trampled someone else's soul? Mortals are deliciously ignorant, so you can fuck her empty ass if that's what you're into, human."] [[Fuck her|TimiFuck]] [[Fuck her soul?|TimiSoul]]] [[Leave|ALIENSHIP1]]

You look around with a hint of a blush, staring back at the ruined, slowly moving moth. (text-style:"blur")["Ah! Morals. Here, human."] He snaps his fingers, and you three are teleported to a bright, gray-tiled room. There's an eerie, lava-like glow permeating from all directions. Slowly you take off your clothes, watching the half-living moth get herself up, ass drooling a geyser of cum as her bloated stomach bounces in tandem with her... large horsecock beneath, also throbbing at your presence. The eyes are empty, and her smile is uncanny. (text-style:"blur")["Go ahead and milk him dry, and I do mean dry."] She starts to wander to you, a strange gait as she's dragging one of her feet, right as she's about to grab you, the imp pipes up again. (text-style:"blur")["Oh! Don't kill him though. Maybe just one milk."] ==><== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1JW9ZEleYmBWNgZnLYUeDK-__i9rS3Xjq" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> <==== The arms stop inches from you, and her face doesn't change as she gets down on both knees and wraps her jizz-covered mouth around your dick. The warm, sloppy surface causes you to grab onto her fluffy body reactively. It's so hot and slimy... She sucks on it for a bit before lifting back up and showing you her creamed, fluffy hips, spreading the cheeks before wrapping them around your dick. Once you are engaged, though, her attitude changes tremendously. Her hips crash hard against your lap at an unnatural speed, causing you to gasp out, drooling from the immense and sudden wave of pure pleasure. Toes curl and your hands have to steady against blurry red fuzz. You're thoroughly milked, eyes closed as you feel your jizz shoot into her already messy backdoor. She disengages after that, stumbling back to her master. You winced for a second, thinking she'd go for a second wind. (text-style:"blur")["Oh well, that was fun. I'd love to command her to eat you and see if you'd digest before her body gave out, but I've got dealings in another plane. Unless you'd like a deal, I'm out."] [[Try her soul|TimiSoul]] [[Say nothing|TimiEnd]](set:$timi to 1)

Your eyes fixate on the ghostly, struggling form of the moth, as the imp gives you a strange look, extremely curious head cock, and a slowly-building smile. (text-style:"blur")["Call me impressed. Let's see what you two can make."] He grabs onto your torso with one, oversized hand, lifting you alongside the spirit of the moth before shoving it into your mouth. You don't open it, but feel it open on its own accord as the warm and gaseous entity flows into you, causing colors to brighten all of the sudden. Your thoughts aren't you. At least not like they used to be, you're feeling panic and lust that flat-out isn't you, with loose memories of signing something you didn't quite know what it would entail. Your cock shoots forwards into a solid pillar, a hand traveling to it that isn't yours, but it is. (text-color:#ff0000)[Please... I want my body...] You explain, or think, that you're not in control of doing that, your train of thought is interrupted by the hand-- your hand, caressing your firm bulge. (text-color:#ff0000)[Ohhh... You're so... we're so sensitive... You... I'm you?] You raise both hands, the imp just letting you down on the floor while you steady yourself and keep your arms at your sides. The lust builds on the back of your head but you're trying your best to reason, to reason that you don't want this. (text-color:#ff0000)[But you feel so... Okay... I want to live...] *SPLURT!* The imp groans as he shoots a giant load out the moth's ass, spraying it on the dark interior of this ship. No one bats an eye at any of this. (text-color:#ff0000)[Is that me...? What happened?] The imp grunts as he disengages the limp creature off of him like a used fleshlight, plopping her right in front of both of you. She's motionless, but the eyes are still drifting. (text-color:#ff0000)[Am I... dead?? I look so... soft.] (text-style:"blur")["Pretty sure I broke somethin, by the way. But you can have them, just wanna see what the hell you're gonna do."] You stumble towards her, hands grabbing at her ruined form. You don't want to kiss her, you don't, her maw is agape and drooling hot, bubbling jizz, you don't wa-- (text-color:#ff0000)[But I do.] ==><== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1JW9ZEleYmBWNgZnLYUeDK-__i9rS3Xjq" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> <==== You thrust forwards and shove your mouth against a puddle of spit and jizz that's attached to a moth mouth, the void-like eyes fixating on you as a hand gently grabs your cheek like a zombie and replicates on the kiss. You're moaning as the imp's hot cum flows down your throat. (text-color:#ff0000)[It's still every bit as delicious. I'm... dead, aren't I.] Yeah. (text-color:#ff0000)[But I don't want to go. Maybe, just maybe. I could pretend I did.] And how would you do that? A sensation washes through you, one of lethargy. You feel something worming its way into your brain. You disengage from the kiss but the moth grabs you with a death grip, unblinking eyes staring, devoid of any emotion. You don't know what she is, what the being in front of you is, because she's not the moth inside of you. The moth inside of you is trying to take over, and, as if aware of this, the body is helping. Or maybe the body is just looking for more pleasure. You groan, pushing with all of your strength, she's on the cusp. (text-color:#ff0000)[Her form wriggles deeper] but you shake it off, eyes blinking in a mixture of confusion, pleasure... You're utterly lost in this mixture of both external and internal struggle. You breathe in and let your physical form be ravaged, focusing on the (text-color:#ff0000)[thing forcing its way to your core.] (text-color:#ff0000)[Next...] (mouseover-replace:"Next...")[[[Next...|TimiSoul1]]](set:$timi to 1)

Your eyelids droop as a huge wave of pleasure pushes through you. Her presence diminishes, as if she's focusing on (text-color:#ff0000)[getting you off. And I am.] You groan, maybe focusing on what's inside was a bad idea. (text-color:#ff0000)[Maybe they're all bad ideas.] The imp is just staring at you with a most curious and interested expression, as the moth is now on top of you, forcibly making out with your half-conscious form, legs barely protesting as her horse-like cock rubs against your bulging dick. (text-color:#ff0000)[Please give in, it'll feel so well, I'll make it feel so well.] You know it's a lie, because she can't lie inside of you. She won't have control over what happens to you and you know it. [[Let go|TimiSoul2]]

No... is that really what you want? [[[Yes|TimiSoul3]]] (cycling-link:"No","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes",) (cycling-link:"No","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes",) (cycling-link:"No","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes",) (cycling-link:"No","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes",) (cycling-link:"No","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes",) (cycling-link:"No","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes",) (cycling-link:"No","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes",) [[[No|TimiSoulGood]]] (cycling-link:"No","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes","Yes",)

(color:#ff0000)[It doesn't matter what you think anymore, but that's okay. I know you're a good person, because I can see everything you've done. But, I want to live more, and I know that with your body I will. You will have a nice time, he can show you a very nice time, even if you don't want to. I didn't want to die anyways, but life isn't fair.] You groan to yourself, body no longer in control, you can only silently scream as your dick cums in tandem with the husk in front of you, smiling, cum-drooling moth kissing you while you kiss it back. (text-style:"blur")["Alright, you two, playtime's over, give her back."] He lifts his hand, and you feel yourself rise. You latch with whatever otherworldly grasp you can muster to your body. (text-style:"blur")["Come on now, we have a deal"] You're lifted, whatever you grab at doesn't connect. You're not physical anymore, just floating in this haze, this light-blue facsimile of a world you were just in, a hand latching to your throat, as your amorphous lower half wriggles in place. (text-style:"blur")["Now, our end of the bargain. How you faring, by the way, human? That was mighty interesting to watch."] (color:#ff0000)["Ah-hah... Not my thing, really."] The human smiles, looking down at the destroyed, still wriggling corpse. (color:#ff0000)["I will say, you have great taste."] (text-style:"blur")["Psh. I guess pleasure gets humans' tongues loose. Not what I expected when it came to mortals."] He lifts you closer to his simple, wide maw, and shoves a tongue inside of you. The pleasure is amorphous but frightening. He devours your essence as if through a straw. Oblivion approaches, and you feel the void you're left with, dried up. It's horrifying and you want more. (color:#ff0000)["Uhmm, this isn't my thing, so I'll let you to it!"] The human runs off. [[Next|TimiSoul4]]

No. It's your will. The illusion of choice or lack of choice doesn't matter, because your will doesn't break at this seemingly hopeless moment. (color:#ff0000)[No... No I want to be alive, I... I want to be something! I know I did wrong and I shouldn't have signed it but you have to underst(text-style:"blur")[and that I didn't mean to have signed it](text-style:"blurrier")[ and I want to be alive so please don't let me g--]] (text-style:"blur")["Alright, lovebirds, it's about time."] The imp puts his hand out, and shooting out of you, the faintly-recognizable visage of the moth shoots out of you. You're left hollow for a moment, like your body is trying to accommodate to the lack of an additional soul within you. (text-style:"blur")["Hah, you seemed like you were having fun. I'd put out a deal to buy her back but, truth be told..."] He slithers out a large tongue that spears into her face, causing the wriggling to stop as her density fades into a faintly-recognizable, lightly shaking speck of light. (text-style:"blur")["By the time you get her back, I doubt she's gonna be much fun. Hell of a fun meal, though. Definitely worth a few years."] The voice is gone. Even though you should be enjoying the afterglow of your orgasm, you can only stare into the moth's empty eyes, her lust-driven smile as she crawls towards you like a demon. A terrible chill runs down your spine as you start to grasp what kind of creature this imp is. You scramble to your feet and start to walk away, hearing his deep laughter in the back of your mind. He enjoyed your reactions thoroughly, from the looks of it. [[Next|TimiEnd]]

You're light, lighter than before... Barely conscious of your surroundings, but the sucking stops. (text-style:"blur")["Alrighty, that's fucking delicious, but I'd rather keep ya for a little while, bitch."] He shoves you down and against his belly. You melt right through, landing inside and curling against hot, physical walls of flesh. A dozen other souls, different colors and shapes, crowd against you. They don't do anything, they just curl up. Maybe they are pretending that they still have body heat. You pretend with them. --- ####Your soul has been sold. You may still wander the plane, except it is not truly you. --- [[Next|TimiEnd]](set:$timi to 2)

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(if:$timi is 2)[(set:$timchance to (random:1,30))(if:$timchance is 30)[(set:$timi to 3)(display:"TimMasturbate") ]](else-if:$timi is 3)[(set:$timchance to (random:1,15))(if:$timchance is 15)[(display:"TimMasturbate2") ]]

(color:#ff0000)[(either:"Guhh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I gotta jack off right the fuck now. Stumbling through rooms, you find an alcove where you're relatively out of view, and dip both arms into the suit, stretching the neck. This suit is great, but fuck me if it keeps me from fondling myself at all times. I miss my sheath. Holding your dick with both hands, you stifle your own moans as you pump your dick, reveling in the beautiful sensation of your hot warmth caking you.","Haah... Oh shit... Okay I'm way too horny. I gotta unload right the fuck now. You just face the nearest wall and start subtly grinding against it. It's not a very sneaky maneuver, but you're not paying attention to anyone else right now, just panting to yourself as you let loose your nut against one of your suit's pantlegs. Guhh.... I keep forgetting how fucking sensitive this body is.","Human body... right. I need to... Oh fuck I need to jerk off right the fuck now. You grab a hold of your cock and gasp as you remember just how sensitive this new body is. With both hands jackhammering you through your suit, you're already drooling like a slut while bulging a little bit of white out the front of your crotch. You dip a hand into the suit to catch some of the produce and shovel it into your mouth.") Ahh... you're mine... yes, you're mine... my little human body. You smell so sweet, taste so rich...]

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(color:#ff0000)[(either:"A little bit of your face drips down in front of you. Huh... That's... not a big deal. Humans go through this. Right? ...Right?","You cough and spit out a little bit of pink goop. Hmm, is that a human's regular activity? Can't tell.","Something starts tickling on the bottom of your suit, so you fish for it through your neckpiece. Retrieving it, it appears to be a... half-melted toe. Weird, didn't even feel it. Let's just pop that bad boy back in.") It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, you're mine, my little human. I'll staple you together if I have to.]

$g3["Oh, hi honey, didn't expe--"] (color:#ff0000)[###HE'S MINE, FUCKERS!!!] *click*

These halls have dried blood across the floor. Both East and West doors are long, sliding top-doors that you've never seen in a ship before. The dull, bronze-like make of this entire structure leaves most of the white light turned into a dim brown by the time it reaches you. Lots of dark corners. It's kind of unnerving. South seems to lead to the main atrium of this ship. [[South|ALIENSHIP1]] [[Main gate|ALIENNorthExit]]

The four of them give you odd glances, but one by one they understand with a smile. $g1["Wow. Four on one? I don't think that I've ever seen something like that happen!"] $g2["It's because it can't happen. It overloads someone's internal structure and causes them to go mad or die."] $g1["Yeah but... It's a human!"] $g4["We are tempting fate."] Strawberry starts to circle around you, you can just hear that massive dong woosh behind(if:$musk is 1)[, the stink starting to waft of off it as if she was producing it on purpose]. $g3["I think it should be fine! So long as we take turns regarding control. Don't ya think, sweetlips?"] You are about to speak, when a cock is positioned on your ear. $g3["First, though. Let's get rid of all of those pesky thoughts."] You're about to scream 'Wait', but it drops into a monotone groan once that gigantic cock goes through your head, slipping out the other end and flecking spectral precum everywhere. The other ghosts move in, you can faintly see them through your cock-addled mind as they position by your mouth and start shoving their cocks *up* and into your brain as well, ignoring all laws of physics. You feel thoughts and emotions disipate into jumbled messes, struggling to keep a small sliver of ego. Pleasure is just too much, toes curling and hands clawing at nothing as your entire universe is ravaged by spectral, sweaty dicks. Another ghost approaches from above, but you can only moan and jizz as it wraps its gigantic pucker over your face. Darkness, the bliss still remains as the last fragments of you as a person don't get wiped, but balled up and thrown to the back of the storage. $g3[We're in control now.] --- You feel your soul, the thing you use to pilot this mech of a body, get thrown back, slamming against the bed as you start getting a feel for your floating, spectral form. But you're not given that freedom, instead, four similar forms ravage your pure, pearly essence until you're a sex-addled slut, just like the rest of them. No afterglow, no overstimulation, just endless, hedonistic sex. Once you're a drooling spirit, they toss you on the back of the bus and take control of your body. You wish you could last like this forever, but truth be told, the second you agreed to have them take control, you also agreed to have your essence be devoured little by little until all that's left is a deranged human with multiple personalities, drooling and looking for the next big hookup, cornering big beasts on the mall and possessing them. Humans' digestive tracts are surprisingly durable, they've found.

You catch it. You catch the scent, the scent of the skunk you had met before. It takes all priority. You start pushing through people as it becomes more and more pervasive, and find a purple tent with a fat, dark furred ass sticking out of it. You eagerly shove yourself between those cheeks without a word, already jizzing into your suit. The butt tenses up, and a hand grabs onto you. You see a younger, more slimmer skunk, her face one of annoyed boredom. (color:#d456f0)["Ughh... Did my sister make you her little fart slave? God, I wish she'd just glue you guys to her ass. Here, fuck it, I haven't eaten in a good while."] She drops you on the floor, and spreads her asscheeks, moving her underwear out of the way so that you see her smeared, messy skunkhole, wafting thick pillars of brown. (color:#d456f0)["Crawl into my asshole, err-slave. Don't come out for several days."] You'd pay attention if the smell wasn't pulling you in like a cord, causing you to clamber your way into a slimy, sweat-ridden pucker. The disgusting, rank surroundings clench reflexively, pulling the air from you, and forcing it to be nothing but skunk gas. You'd cough, but you just don't have the air. Little by little, your feeble form is dragged in until your feet hang out. --- (color:#d456f0)[###BLORPT] A floating, shit-smeared suit flies out of her ass as she farts out what's left of the human, not giving the splatted suit an afterthought. (color:#d456f0)["Guhh--hhhuuhh... God you fuucking feel good. Actually... just stay in there for a little bit more...mmghhfuck..."] The titanic-assed skunk sprints onto a large, dead end hallway, both arms to her nethers as she rubs herself silly, cross-eyed and feeling her orgasm approach. (color:#d456f0)["MMmmnnnnhhahaaaaahhh.. Godd I'm gonna fuccckinnggg..." ###FRRAT. ] She groans, falling over to her belly, huge cheeks jiggling behind her as she rides her afterglow, cunt spitting clear white goop against the floor while her ass overshadows her whines with huge squishes. [[Next|SkunkEnd2]]

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Your suit freezes up, you can feel the hard core on the spine completely locking in place, causing a sharp but muted groan from you as you're turned into a statue. $ber["Ah! Hello, welcome to my office. As of right now I'm not taking visits. I appreciate you donning a suit I can mess with, since it removes a bit of the hassle for me. There is a human I located while you were running around. They're near the cargo bay. A real hassle, since they know it's the best place for them to be. Go ahead and retrieve them for me, I'll make it worth your while."] A minute passes before you can feel yourself move again, your suit letting you curl your fingers one by one before loosening. Seems like you should get rid of this suit one way or another. [[Next|BerCom]]

It's uncomfortable to take off your only piece of clothing in front of so many people, but it's better to do this than the alternative. Tossing your suit into the machine causes it to whirr and groan, spitting out the original rubber suit with a number of assorted parts on the side. You pocket them. [[Next|ComFab]](set:$suit to 0)(set:$parts to it+1)

The hallway is a low-lit brown, all of these bronze surfaces making the floor look dirtier than it already is. There's traces of what you can only assume to be dried blood on the floor. The hallway stretches some 80 feet before reaching an open double doorway on the south side, while the north side spills into a large atrium. On your left and right, you see barred doors. (if:$prison is 1)[[[Look at the barred doors|Prisoners]]] [[North|ALIENSHIP1]] [[South|ALIENDepths]]

(if:$FemaleShaft is 1)["What the fuck... What are you doing here, and how are you still alive?"](else:)["You're that guy, from the pod."] You turn to see one of the bound person inside these low-lit chambers, a human female. She looks much worse for wear, but she's... a human, first you've seen ever. Brown, wavy hair that's slick and greasy, freckles on her face. A once jet-black rubber suit has been torn to tiny bits. "Yeah, yeah. Great to see another of your kind, please get me the fuck out of here." She struggles at the bound wrists above her, rope tied against a horizontal pipe that uncomfortably leaves her hanging with her toes reaching the floor.(if:$suit is 1)[ Your suit beeps, seems like it could do something with this, but it seems to erratically zap at the air.] (if:$suit is 1)[[[Try to open the lock with your suit|PrisonerGood0.5]] ](else-if:$tool is "hack")[[[Hack the lock open|PrisonerGood1]] ][[Talk|PrisonerTalk]] [[Leave|ALIENSouth]]

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#####Beep! The tool automatically snaps forwards to aim for the crude mechanical lock on the door. You don't feel like it can do much, but the bright and quick zap it delivers definitely proves you wrong. The fried piece of metal welding the door to the lock clangs on the floor, and the door opens. You peek both ways before making your way in and quickly untying her. "Jesus Christ, I am so glad that I got myself locked at this very moment. Okay, you're going to give me your suit now." She must be crazy, you literally just saved her. You shake your head. "No, no no. I wasn't asking. I know you're new and everything, but I need your suit if I want to leave without literally everyone grabbing me for dinner. My shield broke, and I've got the hacks on my head, not yours." [[Give her your suit|PrisonerGood2]] [[Refuse|PrisonerNeut]]

"Ugh. For fuck sakes, can we **please** talk when I'm out of here?" (display:"HumansTalk") [[Back|Prisoners]]

"Okay..." She looks at you, and half-averts her gaze before looking to your junk without a shred of hesitation. "...Thank you, sorry about the demeanor. It dawns on me that you're used to less of this. Of, uhh, everything." She takes the tool and aims it at you for a moment, before tapping something on the tool. All of the sudden, the light around you solidifies into a facsimile of your suit, but you know you're not wearing it, since it's still cold as balls. "It'll do the trick in theory, so long as I'm loosely aiming it at you, which I am. Listen. If you haven't been here yet, I'll clue you in. Bad shit happens here, the kind of bad shit that you don't come back from. I may have a fabricator set to resucitate me, but dying in this place isn't the same. You spill guts here, not skin-colored goop." She puts her fist against your chest. "I don't need you to stay alive, but I'd like you to. So, try to." [[Next|PrisonerGood3]]

Nah. You're keeping yourself alive first. "Ahh, motherfuck. I knew I'd have to deal with this." She paces back and forth for a bit. "Okay, listen. I know you've got self preservation in you, because I do too. But, you've got a stupid fuckin' piece of metal that can turn you at any time. I don't, and I know it means jack-diddly-squat to a space-faring, tight-butthole pure boy like you." *Click, click click click.* "Okay, alright, that's the warden. That zap wasn't very inconspicuous, so you're gonna have to help me out with this one." The heavy sounds of metal scrapes and clicks start to echo from the North end of the hallway. [[Hide her in the cell|PrisonerGood2.5]] [[Hide both in the cell|PrisonerNeut1.5]] [[Toss her forwards towards the creature|PrisonerBad1.5]]

Metallic clicks resonate from the Northern side of the hallway, where you're both facing, as out of the atrium emerges this mantis-like anthro. Their legs are small and sharp-looking insect legs that threaten with puncturing the bronze floor. They turn their head to you, and you feel almost immediately as the girl gets behind you. The mantis begins running towards you, its thin appendages raising to their sides. [[Dodge out of the way|PrisonerNeut2]] [[Shield her|PrisonerGood4]] (if:$Teleportation is 1)[[[Use the teleporter|PrisonerTP]]]

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Without spending another second thinking about it, loud clangs of metal heading your way, you turn and grab onto the human, almost immediately feeling the sharp stings across your back. They hook across you and try pulling you, and you use the momentum to fling the girl past you, northwards. She catches herself, and you're slammed against a wall, then the floor. Your body is still catching up with the sudden shock, so you try to lift yourself up, only to have another claw dig through your back, this one burns through the adrenaline, you scream in sheer agony as you feel the warmth of your blood start to pool below you. The girl reaches the doorway, turning to see you and stopping her run there and then. She's conflicted, but you've got more than enough to worry about with the mantis that's pinning you to the ground with needle-like arms. She has a sudden moment of resolve that causes her to stare at you, before screaming. "HEY! FUCKFACE, LOOK AT ME, I ESCAPED! COME GET THIS PUSSY!!" You let out a sigh as the claws pull from you, more blood spurting out of your back. Now it really starts to fucking hurt. The clicks dissappear in the hallway north of you, both the human and the mantis. You heave, hands starting to grasp for the wall before you're able to pull yourself up against a barred door. You see the huge streak of crimson you've just left, eyes lazily drifting towards the end of the hallway. You can feel yourself slipping, consciousness drifting with each passing second of your ichor leaving huge pools behind you, as you drag your feet forwards. A huge figure blocks the doorway, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. All you see is a blur of pink, and an oversized black tongue wrapping around your body, before darkness and unconsciousness takes over you. [[Next|PrisonEnd]]

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You give her a firm push when she's mid-step, catching her off balance and sending her into a stumble that puts her down right in front of the mantis. It looks down at her with a cocked head, as she very slowly incorporates herself, limbs frozen. Looking back at you, the monster simply stares, as you hear thumps behind you.

The suit rumbles for a second, causing you to wince. Nothing happens, but the lock itself seems to come undone without a sound. You step inside and undo the girl's bindings. "Jesus Christ, I am so glad that I got myself locked at this very moment. Okay, you're going to give me your suit now." She must be crazy, you literally just saved her. You shake your head. "No, no no. I wasn't asking. I know you're new and everything, but I need your suit if I want to leave without literally everyone grabbing me for dinner. My shield broke, and I've got the hacks on my head, not yours." [[Give her your suit|PrisonerGood2]] [[Refuse|PrisonerNeut]]

You're on a huge, darkened chamber, what you assume once was empty cargo space, structural pillars holding the empty pockets of the vessel together. The ceiling is huge, and it's all draped in these black tentacles. Hundreds of them. Some of them wriggle, there's the bloated, huge eggplant-looking pods that spew obscene amounts of black latex onto the floor, the thick liquid hanging off like ivy, while a few tentacles scramble for what's on the floor. [[Inspect the tentacles|TarPeople]] [[Look for a way out|TarLeave]]

You walk slowly to one side of the chamber and find the thicker, uneven portions of the tentacle-like growths in this storage room, prodding it with your foot and watching it wriggle reflexively. This bend in particular is strange: Like a four-way connection, split off into 2 U's opposite of eachother. You'd have dismissed the idea that was bouncing in your mind if not for the orb-like protrusion on one of these sides. This looks like a humanoid being, completely wrapped by the tentacles and assimilated into it, and if their wriggling is not reflexive, still alive. As your eyes are starting to get accustomed to the darkness, you start looking up and around the walls, finding the same tell-tale shapes of dozens of people wrapped and made part of this network of tar-spewing cables. Some of them, you can tell their large breasts bulging against the tentacles, while others have an additional cable coming out from between their legs, it pulsing every minute or so. If all of these creatures are alive, they're being relentlessly milked and probably fed enough to keep them alive. Is this faulty teleportation coordinates? Are these humans? [[Try to pry one off|TarPeople1]] [[Try to escape|TarLeave]]

You slowly wander around the enormous room, trying to get your suit to light up nearby walls and keeping a very open eye for your steps, as these black tubes seem to be everywhere, even draping off like greenery. You spot a vent, through which some tentacles seem to have forced themselves through, causing the grate to be violently pierced in half. Looking further, you find what seems to be the source for most of these things: A gigantic, blubbery mass of dark purple, with huge sacs and pods extending out of it like plants, each spurting thick black tar. Some of these "pods" are closed, some are open. Atop the mass, there is a faintly-visible red glow, that of a sentry bot. These things were meant to restrain creatures via non-lethal foam, but it seems it ran out of it a loong time ago. As for the tar, who knows. This thing is probably blocking the main doorway to the room, meaning the vent is the way to go. You lean down and get yourself above the wall-mounted grate, slowly prying it off and getting a good grasp inside. The rubbery tentacles swing as you graze past them, but don't react. Methodically putting a hand below it and lightly lifting it out of the way, you begin the slow and steady crawl. (text-style:"superscript")[(text-color:#bababa)[SERVER SYSTEMS DETECTED THREAT. ADVANCING TO RESTRAINT MODE.]] Oh no. You muscle your way forwards, feeling your legs cause bends in the vent surface as you're not caring about stealth anymore. The suit lights up the way, twisted with much more active tentacles that you have to bat away as you crawl forwards. A single black mass wraps around your ankle, and you instinctively grab the latched mass to your left, which wraps around your head and drags down with you. You're in the blind, thick rubber around your neck and knee as it drags you further and further back. Eventually, the wind escapes you in a single swing as you're pulled up and dangling upside-down, in front of the beast. The red glare of the android focuses on you, as the gigantic, pucker-like tentacles focus on you. ===><=== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1cZRTCqgmnknnSZGXUELs8v6SLpuv5Ksi" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> <==== (text-style:"superscript")[(text-color:#bababa)[SPECIMEN 32: HUMAN. PROTECTION PROTOCOL ACTIVATED, MAIN STASIS UNIT ACTIVATED.]] You are powerless to do anything other than thrash as the massive pucker sinks in to your face, squelching the tar around your upper body, before the tentacle around your ankle disengages and leaves you, lower body hanging off of this thing as it swings you around. You groan, schlorps and squishes echoing in thick reverberations around your form, before your legs slip into a much warmer fluid. Your upper body is released once more, coaxing a gasp and a heave from you. (text-style:"superscript")[(text-color:#bababa)[--MENCING CONVERSION. LOCK PREPARED.]] ...Lock? The chamber opens up, swallowing you completely into darkness, tight and hot darkness. This gigantic sack snugly fits you, causing struggles to be ineffective. Your kicks only slip you lower and lower, and your arms can't breach the spongy surface of this thing, you can only feel yourself sink into hotter depths. The smell is surprisingly good, like perfume. If this is an actual robot, it might be prioritizing comfort in its own macabre way. A rubber tentacle feels around your midsection, and you grab it. It tries to force its way out, onto your junk. [[Let it|TarEnd]] [[Resist it|TarLeave2]]

No good. as you try to pry one of the tentacle-ridden person latched to a wall, you realize just how glued these tubes are, intertwined against eachother in a macabre tapestry of pitch-black latex. This forest is draped with people, all of them gently pulsing and lightly wriggling in place. The person behind the thick material starts thrashing harder, and a muted lightbeam blinds you momentarily from below, causing you to duck and roll away. It doesn't seem to have noticed you, and a broken speech synthesizer rings from above as you keep your profile low. (text-style:"superscript")[(text-color:#bababa)[SUBJECT 28. UNUSUAL FREQUENCIES ACHIEVED. RELEASE ACCEPTED.]] A massive tentacle, 3 feet in diameter slaps against the ground, its tip pulsing and tapering into a gigantic flower-like pucker that begins sliding towards the "subject". The hole tenderly presses against the entire body, focused on the crotch, before a subtle hiss rings out and the tentacle pulls back. You see for a minute a humanoid, bloated dick sticking out of this tangled mass of tar vines, pulsing before jetting out what has got to be a gallon of pearly-white jizz. It shoots powerfully, spraying both the twisted floor tentacles and the pucker-like extension, before settling down a minute later. The pucker closes around that cock and re-seals it into its tube. (text-style:"superscript")[(text-color:#bababa)[STASIS REIGNITED. TIME SINCE INCARCERATION: 12 YEARS.]] [[Try to leave|TarLeave]]

You take a deep breath, and slowly release your grasp on the tentacle, which keeps wriggling until it reaches your thighs, then feels for your belly, then finds your dick. When it does, your breath is pulled from you, feels like someone lightly flicked your nuts, as you bring both arms down and feel for your junk but instead grab onto a tentacle sticking out of your crotch. The pleasure builds, but this thing is too thick for you to touch yourself, causing an immense frustration. Your groan is caught on the back of your throat, as a similar tentacle latches to your head, this one much bigger and slipping in like a rubbery donut. Your arms go up and try to push, but glide off. A tug from your dick and your head cause you to momentarily lose your senses, addled by the both painful and pleasurable sensation of being pulled by your junk. You feel your dick, forced into a flaccid state and curled up against your nuts, as well as your head forcibly squelched into black rubber. You're held aloft there, for a minute, then four tentacles wrap around your every extremity. You'd struggle if there was any strength left in you. The tentacles all slowly drag you down to your fleshy tomb: The robot's containment chamber. Your moans turn to gurgles, tar slowly starting to seep down your throat and you're powerless to do anything about it. (text-style:"superscript")[(text-color:#bababa)[CONTAINMENT SUCCESFUL. STERILIZING AND PROTECTING.]] *Pshhhhhh...* The tentacle around your dick falls lax, and you wriggle to yourself as you suddenly have the room to get hard again, your cock quickly throbbing and leaking. It dawns upon you that this thing is waiting for you to ejaculate, and you can only gurgle down more loads of latex and wriggle your stiff limbs as your cock rubs against meaty insides. You know what's going to happen, this thing is going to lock you up once you finish, and your thrashing only causes the cables around you to dangle a little, as well as your manhood rubbing against hot android flesh. Your teeth clench, you can no longer hold it in, fingers tense and toes curl inside their prisons. You feel the orgasm coming in slowly, bubbling in the bottom of your loins, and are powerless to stop it. Your eyes cross as the last orgasm of your life squirts out of you, bliss washing away all worry, thick blankets of your produce covering the walls of your eternal prison, before your limbs fall lax, your head sags down... And the tentacle latches around your limp dick, sealing it for good. --- ===><=== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1yBtwrk9stx4L5SI9O71Rd3Vp5BHWAydH" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> <==== Slowly, the faintly-discernible visage of a limp human is deposited in the main sack, right alongside the two used up, bloated sacks, pipes now sticking out of every single one. (text-style:"superscript")[(text-color:#bababa)[ARCHIVE 5: CURRENT HUMAN PROTECTION IS: 7. ENGINEER, COMMANDER, TELEPORTATION ENGINEER, THRUSTER MECHANIC, MEDIC, MEDIC, RATION CREW. ALL VITAL SIGNS ARE OK. ALL MENTAL SIGNS ARE REDUCED. SUPPLYING CHECKUP SHOCK.]] A small arc of pulsing electrical current streaks off of the one visible camera of the bot, spiraling down the main sacks of the robot, as well as the impossible-to-see internal sacks where the first humans were ever captured. Every sack jostles. (text-style:"superscript")[(text-color:#bababa)[ALL VITAL SIGNS ARE OK. NEXT CHECKUP: 17 MONTHS.]]

The rubbery tentacle doesn't seem to have much force with which to push down with, but it doesn't mean it's not gonna try. You pull and push it, managing to kick yourself even lower to hotter, tighter depths. Elbows are pushed tight against your hips, and you're scared you won't put enough force to stop this thing. Your feet feel something, something hard at the bottom, and as you scrape for it, you feel the uneven, tubular ridges of a vent, right beneath this thing. The tentacle is up to your face, occasionally rubbing more of that black, odorless thing against you, but it seems uninterested in anything other than your dick, so you take the chance to pull on it, dragging yourself up and then coming down on the vent. The impact is dull, but you feel it give a little. The walls tighten against you momentarily, you groan to yourself as your dick shoots up from the hot wave of pleasure. The vent gives a little more, but you didn't even kick it. The walls compress against you uncomfortably so. Your feet feel the grate dissappear, and you groan as you wriggle left and right, the fluids vacating quickly. The beast loses its grasp on you, and you slide straight down, into a massive puddle of black tar, on another level. You slowly get yourself up, and gasp as the same tentacle wriggles straight down your mouth, tar-slime causing it to glide effortlessly through your throat and midsection. You can only groan as the thing nestles in your belly and starts tugging you up, held aloft from the throat. Your eyes water as you grasp and pull at the tentacle, eager to shove you back to the containment robot's floor. Your pitiful gurgles give way to squelches as your head is speared back into the sagging organ that is coming out of the upper vent. With what little strength you've got, on the verge of exhaustion, you plant both hands on the ceiling and keep yourself steady. The drop in your gut gives way to the tentacle unraveling from your insides and slipping out with a huge bridge of saliva and tar as you drop down on the floor. Coughing blackness, you clamber away from the vent and onto the nearest wall, heaving. You're on a track, the hub's track, more specifically, a few hundred feet away from the main hub, with the vent you've come out of directly above you, tentacle and pucker already retracting up it, only leaving black goop beneath it. You grab your roughed-up throat as you stumble back to the hub. Seems the teleporter isn't such a good idea right now. [[Next|TarLeave3]]

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"Oh. Is that so?" You're thrown roughly against the bed. "Then in that case, why am I bothering to say anything to a stool?" The hippo throws their behind against your hips, causing your dick to wedge itself between the large cheeks, gasping as the two gigantic feet utterly cover your upper body. Sweat-stained grey soles rub their squishy bottoms against your head, soaking face and hair in hippo juices. Your cock aches, your limbs are powerless to do anything, you can only lick and sniff the intense, dense musk from the soles as they rub doowwwwn, and then one fat hippo toe slips into your mouth. Your eyes cross as you lick it, hips thrusting ever-so-faintly as you've got no strength to do anything else, other than feeling your flattened dick quiver and throb in place. Mauve doesn't say anything, they just pick up the remote and turn on the TV while idly cycling filthy toes in and out of your mouth. They're methodical in the way they force you to suckle on every single one of them like a pacifier. Your groans are lost to the loud show on the back, as you've inhaled enough to make your lungs tarnished with hippo funk. Your limbs fall to your sides as your squished-up dick blurts out a pitiful little orgasm that goes largely unnoticed by the hippo, as they're still sitting on you and rubbing spongy feet across your doormat of a face. Ten minutes in, and your dick still aches for yet another release, now having moved to the bottom of Mauve's soles, the slobbered-over toes now all having gone through your mouth, utterly staining your tastebuds with their odor. You're acting on autopilot, happily licking and sucking on the rest of their feet, before they pipe back up. "I think I'm done using this." They stand back up, letting your drenched form against the bed, now a fat hippo butt print where your crotch is. "Oh, almost forgot to turn it off." A huge, slimy foot squishes against your battered dick, causing an immediate orgasm that glues your hips to the toes. You'd moan if there was any strength left in you. You're left there, gasping for breath, stained in sweat and your jizz. You don't know if there's more sweat inside or outside your suit, but your hips are still buckling. [[Next|MauveFinish]]

"Hmm." The hippo grabs at your face, and turns to look at your temple. "Your chip is not acting up. You really want this." You're put face-up on the bed, and the hippo gets on top of you, plopping that gigantic booty on your face, wedging your face hard between two sweaty, slimy cheeks. "Very well then, I have not had much lunch, but we are overproductive in general." A hand comes to stretch one cheek, the hippo wriggling until your face is squished up against a rubbery, wrinkly pucker, which winks at your nose. The first fart shoves itself down your open throat, causing the noxious fumes to ride up your nose and burn through. The smell is absolutely rank, hot and humid. You're wedged a little deeper, your dick tenting against rubber as it throbs with every inch you're pushed closer to the hippo's ass. (text-color:#998565)[###FLRRRPT] This one is wet, it sends a nasty blanket of slime over your entire face and neck, causing you to wince as there's gross trails of brown between you and the winking pucker. You get shoved a little deeper still, mouth forced open and forced to taste the rank fluid that starts to trickle down. (text-color:#998565)[###FFfff-BLORBT] Suddenly and quickly, a huge mass of brown pushes into your head, slapping hot hippo shit into your mouth and coating everything else. The bitter and steaming lunch sticks to your tongue and you have no choice but to swallow, feeling it bulge your throat. Your cock bounces and throbs a little more, and you feel the hippo grab at it and push it around playfully like a joystick. You'd groan if you weren't chowing down hippo sludge. "Hmmm. I changed my mind." Mauve pulls away, a dull squelch echoing as your shitty head peels off of her nasty behind. She stands up, legs at your sides, and spreads her cheeks. "On your knees, and wide open." You lift yourself up, head still covered in semi-solid hippo dung as you're letting your face be crowned by her shitty pucker, as it farts once and then deposits what you know now to be a hippo's weight in shit. Enough to literally bury your every fiber in it. There's no human in sight, only a gigantic pile of smooth, steaming brown. "There's lunch. Be a dear." The door slams, and you're left encased in the hippo's remains, mouth still agape and chowing down the bitter sludge as it settles around you. --- It takes you hours to free yourself, and you've ended up swallowing a little more than you should have to free yourself, but as soon as your upper body is free, you unzip your suit and eagerly jack yourself off in the pile, splatting back in the half-buried state that you are. Stinking, covered in shit, you couldn't be happier. As for the room service, you kinda feel bad for them. [[Next|MauveFinish]]

(set:$Teleportation to 0)Your key beeps, the doors beep and unlock, revealing a dusty hub that seems to carry a small, still-functioning vessel for quick transportation of supplies. Upon quick inspection, it needs a little time to start up, but she seems operational. · Alien District · Cargo Bay · Mall(if:$helmet is 1)[ · Cryo Chamber] · Secondary Command Deck (color:#635f41)[**· Septic District `[UNAVAILABLE]`** ] (click-replace:"· Alien District")[(display:"GoopTF1")] (click-replace:"· Cargo Bay")[(display:"GoopTF1")] (click-replace:"· Mall")[(display:"GoopTF1")] (click-replace:"· Cryo Chamber")[(display:"GoopTF1")] (click-replace:"· Secondary Command Deck")[(display:"GoopTF1")]

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(text-style:"blur")[Everything's blurry. ====> You're having a really hard time concentrating, as you stumble out of the transportation vessel. <==== You're a little too hot in your suit, so you reach back with your right hand, only to find it doesn't quite respond to your movements, arm slapping against your back. ====> You try with your left hand, and succeed in zipping yourself down, the latex slapping down in front of you, then a huge chunk of light skin-toned sludge dropping from your chest. You look in shock as your right arm is still inside the suit, too, half-transformed into goop as well. <==== You'd panic, if the room wasn't getting so warm, one hand rubs your cheek, and gets glued to said cheek. You can see the steam rising from your body, already well into the melting period. Is it the teleporter? You take it from your suit's pocket and examine it, going down to one knee, the other having fused with the pile on the bottom. The teleporter is hot to the touch, split in half with these blue, glowing cracks. Your fingers melt off, onto the fresh pile of tan fluid.] ====> (text-style:"blurrier")[You](text-style:"blur")[r head spins a little more, now your eyes are looking in different directions. An odd peace starts to trickle in, your body ](text-style:"blurrier")[shutt](text-style:"blur")[ing off in a most enjoyable way. You see your lower half completely fused into a ](text-style:"blurrier")[semi-solid](text-style:"blur")[ pile of caramel, dick joining the pile while lazily pushing out a mass of white. ](text-style:"blurrier")[You're melting... is this what melting feels like?] --- *Splortch...splortch splortch... plop, plop...* The steaming pile of human-like mass settles, bubbling a little before going inert. After some minutes, the on-board sprinklers turn on, turning the semi-solid into a slurry that finds its way into the drains of this place. They'll probably get clogged up somewhere within the pipes, considering that this place is in serious disrepair.

Thin bridges of sweat connect you and the moobs in front of you, as you heave and gather your energy. You don't get that reprieve, though, as one hand squeezes you against one gator nipple while the other lifts you. *Squeeelch!* You can *only* hear the jizzed-over gator cock slip up your ass, causing a moan that shoves a nipple into your mouth. **"Thoughtful. Go ahead and suck on that."** He offers no mercy, his right hand keeping you locked against his chest while he thrusts deep and hard into you. You feel the end of it pushing against your belly, your mind melting from the sensation alone. *Splap, splap, splapsplapsplapsplapsplap* Eyes trail up, hearing the slow-building growls of the alligator as he fucks you like the bitch you are, still cruising through space as he does. You wonder for a split second how visible you must be, just a little bulge of a person riding a much more powerful alligator, moaning and sucking on his nipples like a slut. **"Hhrrrnm... Nice and tight. I'm gonna fill you like a tank, I hope you're ready. I don't care if you're not."** The last few thrusts linger, increased in torque and causing you to moan loudly, drooling into the other gator tit. Your dick is eagerly spewing another load into the gator's belly, squished flat between it and your stomach. (if:$musk is 1)[You're both drenched in sweat, you're licking and slurping it up like your life depended on it, not even prompted by the gator, sniffing at his increasingly stinky pits and cock. You can almost feel the heat permeate your body, marking you as his property.] The last thrust locks you there, entire mouth open to accept almost an entire moob as you grab onto the gator's back with all of your might, feeling strong legs locking around you and holding you in place as the gator's powerful seed courses into you. Your useless dick bounces against your quickly inflating belly as you have no other choice other than holding on. **"Gggrrrnmmh... That's right. Just go ahead and let me pump another load into you while you're at it. A little more eagerness and you might get pregnant from this, I'd bet."** [[Next|FlightSuit3]]

*PPppssshhhhhhhhh....~* You flop down onto the cold metallic floor,(if:$musk is 1)[ dense green smoke wafting off of your] cum spewing(if:$musk is 1)[ form] as you heave and moan. Your fingers trace the bubbling jizz exiting your backdoor like a geyser, as you're half conscious and still moaning from the entire experience. The alligator gives you a good look, before zipping his suit back up, turning around and tending to his maintenance. You're left there for a few minutes, alongside the suit you had dropped previously. Passerbys give you a glance and definitely seem amused by your predicament, as you're still cum-drunk and trying to put on your suit while squeezing your gator-jizz-filled belly. [[Next|Cargo]]

(if:$bullm is "mad")[(if:$musk is 1)[(live:1s)[(go-to:"BullAttack")]]](set:$place to "gunner")This is the most chaotic district you've ever seen. In front of the massive, wall-to-wall window that displays the vastness of space like you've never seen before, this great atrium features a number of work panels and desktops meant to utilize the various weaponry of this vessel, most of which you assume have been deliberately detroyed and left in pieces. Targetting systems are in tatters, glass panes are cracked and its internal surfaces turned to abstract pieces of art. The inside of this place, though, is more akin to a densely populated cave. With four-legged creatures walking the more darker sections of the room and the occasional anthro wandering among them. The West side leads to an alcove that's filled with wolves and lion-like creatures, some of which are relentlessly fucking eachother despite being completely different species. The East side is overgrown to hell, greenery taking over this place like an actual jungle, with some pulsing vines and the occasional pair of glowing eyes shining within the dense foliage. (if:$fuck is 0)[[[West|GunnerFerals]] [[East|GunnerJungle]] [[South|GunnerConnector]] (Connector to hub)](else:)[You're not cool enough to get in here yet!]

$ber["Oh Jesus, you're gonna get yourself mauled. Okay, grab the flare from the locker to your right. If you're gonna explore the woods keep that torch handy, or, don't, get your damn self turned to mush after two steps."]

The sound of panting is pervasive, and intense. There's wolves half your size on their four legs, which is more than enough double your weight easily, they all seem to ignore you completely, maybe something to do with the flare? (if:$wolves is 1)[[[Turn off the flare again|Wolves2]]](else-if:$wolves is 2)[[[Give yourself to the wolves|Wolves3]]](else:)[[[Turn off the flare|Wolves]]] [[West|GunnerW]] (Western end) [[East|Gunner]] (Main gunner deck)

The more you delve into this section, the more it seems to turn into an actual jungle, ivy and plants piercing out of solid steel in what seems to be a huge outbreak of biological matter. Your flare starts compensating for the lack of light, reflecting green on green as you get on denser sections. You are in an intersection, with the road West leading onto the main gunner deck. You can see several more doors leading onto weapon-based circuits and maintenance zones. [[West|Gunner]] (Gunner Deck) [[Heavy Artillery|Artillery]] [[Reloading Bay|Reloads]] [[East|Alignment]] (Alignment Array)

If you've ever wanted to be the center of attention, then this is the moment where your dreams become true, because every single being in this side of the ship is acutely aware of you, gazes piercing from all possible directions. The wolves, who are closest to you, have apparently positional dibs, as a number of them circle around you. You'd back away if one of them didn't jump on your shoulders at that very moment, forcing you down and on the ground. You scramble back, blocked by a hind as the "alpha" of the few gets real close to your prone form, biting hard against your chest and trying to pry the latex off. You end up being jostled left and right like a ragdoll, no visible damage to the clothing itself. Frustrated, the wolf walks over you, and squelches a black donut of a pucker onto your face.(if:$filth is 1)[ The shithole smears disgusting brown wolf dung over your entire head as it squishes around.] Your groans are largely ignored by the wolf as pressure starts pushing around you from every direction, several wolves pinning you in place by sitting on you. One of them chooses your lap, rubbing a slimy hole against your dick and causing you to groan against bowels. (if:$filth is 1)[A nasty, prolonged fart blows past you, leaving you gasping for air, as the rank brown gas seeps into you.] Massive puckers rub from all around, keeping your front utterly squished by these car tire-sized holes. Some of them grab onto your foot, or hand, or face, and tug on it playfully. (if:$musk is 1)[You're deeply permeated by the stench of the pack, marked thoroughly as one of the wolves' bitches, even if no one filled you yet.] **Shhhluhp.** They peel off of your gasping(if:$filth is 1)[, brown-stained], heaving form and idly walk away.(if:$musk is 1)[ Your reeking self steams up in the air above]. Your suit seems fine, but certainly doesn't smell it. [[Next|GunnerDone]](set:$wolves to 1)

The small rustle of leaves isn't enough to clue you in, and the immediate figure that jumps out of cover gets to you faster than your reaction can come. Two large hands wrap around your face, then arms come around your neck, then you're forced down to your knees from the immense weight above you. The arms lock around your neck, a firm choke grip that is effective, as your struggling, flailing form is powerless to do anything to stop it. The oxygen stops coming, your feel the pounding headache for a moment, your arms fall lax, and then the air returns, causing you to gasp in pure desperation. A large piece of cloth with two small elastic loops goes in front of you, draping below your chest. The stink wafting off of it is extremely pungent, a solid green and yellow film of slime covering it. It's a jockstrap, and the elastics go tight as the piece of cloth is shoved to your face, covering it completely. You try to grab at it, but the strong hoof on your back keeps you locked against it. You have no choice but to breathe, and using your nose is the worst idea you could have chosen, as the hideous stench sears through you, unwashed, filthy cloth that's housed someone's crotch for months. It causes tears to form at the edge of your eyes. "Hnggh, I told you fuckin' pest to not follow me anymore. I don't give a shit you're a guy now, I'm still finishing the deed." A wet, hot tube slips between your legs, gargantuan in size. You'd gasp if you weren't choking down the stained air as this jockstrap is practically forced up your nostrils. The dick slaps your belly, coating it in pre as it pulls back and digs around your buttcheeks. One hand starts groping your butt, spreading it around the sides while the other pulls back on the jockstraps, anchoring you to it effectively. *Schlohp!* You moan through filthy fabric, and gasp, causing slimy green to fly into your throat. You choke and sputter, head craning down as the cock begins spearing through you mercilessly. Using the jockstraps like reins, You're fucked relentlessly, at a speed you're just not able to process. This thing has a grudge against you, and your consciousness drifts on and off, aided by the stench on your nose, the hand grabbing at your stomach as it bulges hard with every shove. It's not your stomach bloating bit by bit, nor the battering against your prostate; It's the dirty underwear in your nose that makes you jizz like a claimed doll, eyes crossing from pleasure alone as your knees shake and your arms fall lax. The bull behind you wastes no time, dragging you to the ground from one leg alone, then walking over to your head. You expect to be faced with an ass, or that dick, but instead a powerful hand grabs you by the jaw and holds you as a bull maw wraps around your head, quickly shoving the rest of you up. You'd struggle, kick, even shake your arms, but the exhaustion and afterglow leaves you without guard. *Gh-luhck, ghluk, gh--luuk* Greedy arms scarf down more and more of you, toes wriggling as you're pushed into a quickly expanding gut, the smell of acrid grass overtaking that of the stained underwear, as you curl up within a minute into the vengeful bull's insides. "Have fun turning into fat in there, bitch." A reverberating slap echoes through the gut, barely felt by you as you're trying to keep yourself comfortable in the jostling, hot chamber. Your exhaustion catches up to you too quickly, snatching consciousness from you before you can do anything of value. Your eyes wander into a point, except that it's all darkness. Unlike your previous position, you seem to be shoved deep into a pocket in the bull's insides, tightly pressed by hot, slimy flesh from all sides. Your suit is no more, your legs tingle and your fingers can only squish around the sopping limits of your confines. You spend a few minutes here, feeling yourself wind around the predator's bowels, before you realize that most of what you're feeling isn't real. You haven't touched your fingers nor your legs, there's little to nothing left. Maybe it's for the better, maybe it's your brain's way of coping with your absorption. What's real is the feeling of your last orgasm painting your half-absorbed body white. --- *Shlip, shlip, shlip...* The horny bull stumbles onto a tight hallway, groaning while rubbing his fat pole against a softening, groaning gut, painting the walls white before shoving his dirty jockstrap back on, smearing the excess cum from his dick against the rank, slobber-covered tip. "Guh, you're a nice little cushion now, slut....guhhhh-- BBWWWWOOOORRRRRRRP...."

<img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1fXWX9lz7Zuh_-35PL3lZDOlV50qf3FFv" style=width:980px;height:740px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> ===><=== (text-style:"underline")[(text-style:"bold")[###EMPTY SPACE] <==== By Pan (A Sexual Pan/John Pablo)] <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/johnpablo/">[Furaffinity]</a> <a href="https://twitter.com/snatchimuchi">[Twitter]</a> With help from friends: <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/deadlykid27">[Meus Artis]</a> <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ratfox">[Rat Bouquet]</a> <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bluetheredpanda">[Blue]</a> <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/sainthebeast">[Bubble]</a> <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bemmer60/">[Bemmy]</a> <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/swampbutt/">[Swampy]</a> <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/rancidreptile">[Jareix]</a> <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/t1migi">[Timi]</a> <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/marvy">[Marvy]</a> <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/degooed">[Lostforte]</a> <==== <a href="https://www.patreon.com/JohnPablo">[My Patreons]</a>, since I couldn't focus on something this hard without their help. [[I wanna help|CREDITS2]]

YOU??? You wanna help??? Well, sure. I can let you. But only if you ask nicely. Share this game around! The main page for the game that you got this from (Found on my FA <a href="https://www.furaffinity.net/user/johnpablo/">[HERE]</a>), hop onto <a href="https://www.patreon.com/JohnPablo">PATREON</a> for early access to EVERYTHING... ===><=== And, if you want to, join my <a href="https://discord.gg/9YUPQAY">DISCORD!</a> Also, if you're lazy, here you go. [[Skip to mall|MallP]]

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There's a fashioned enclosure here, a door seals the room ahead but you can see through a small window as the next room is fashioned to be sort of a zoo: Large, torn fences that once were meant to hold creatures, also overrun with plant matter. (if:$keyb is 0)[None of the keys you have seem to work for this door, maybe the key to this place is somewhere near here.](if:$keyb is 1)[The door unlocks! [[Go in|GunnerZoo]]] [[Back|Gunner]]

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You trace a little finger down one of the jackals'... belly, since you can't quite reach their chest, and are met with a very fixated gaze on you. The jackal stares for a bit, unresponsive, but you do hear one of his leg strain a bit against the tight spandex it wears on its lower body. The hand holding the glowing weapon lifts, and hits a button that slowly closes the door. You stare at it for a second, not realizing the two jackals moving right behind you. Your suit tears easily, as the jackals know exactly where to grab, ears perking as they hear your body jostle and your confused protests. The first pants lower, revealing a massive, glistening canine cock, it already throbbing and dribbling some pre. No bulge, yet they seemed to carry these gigantic dicks through some sort of hammerspace-like garment. You don't have to turn to know what's going on as you hear a similar *Schlop* behind you. You're grabbed by the legs, lifted and deposited between a jackal belly and cock, hotdogging your cheeks in the slippery fluid. The other male comes in and sandwiches you between the two, now a dick smearing fluid against your own cock and belly, and another on your back. They grind, causing you to squish and groan reflexively. The jackal in front of you grabs your hips with two powerful hands, while the other disengages. You hang down from your head, feeling the meaty thing slip into your ass, while you face two massive upside-down furry nuts. The other jackal grabs your jaw and shoves a secondary cock down your throat. Your protests are lost to the grunting voices of the jackals, eagerly spitroasting you as they fall into an agressive rhythm, treating you like a double-ended fleshlight. Your stiff cock flops around, legs and arms unable to do anything, all you can do is put a hand to your belly and feel both dicks meet eachother there, before both creatures slow their pace. Your nose slams against a thick bulb of flesh, and your eyes widen at the sight of that massive knot, feeling a similar couple of orbs slamming against your cheeks. You groan deeply, feeling the knot in front of you slip inside and bulge your cheeks like a squirrel, tears building in your eyes from the extreme stretching the pair of canine knots start pushing against your ass. ***Schlop!*** Thoughts leave your mind entirely, the pain gives way to unhinged pleasure, as you can only gurgle a little moan through the jackal's deeply embedded cock within you. Both of them throb, locking you in their knotted embrace as they deposit gallons of jizz. One of them slaps your quickly-filling stomach, feeling it jiggle and fill in rhythmic deposits every second. Your left leg uncontrollably shakes, your fingers twitch, both jackals pressed deep inside of you and inflating your insides without a care for your lack of oxygen. (if:$musk is 1)[The smell wafting from this entire room is intense, if you could smell it. The piece of dog meat lodged inside of you fills you with the scent of its jizz and sweat-stained meat, your tongue forced to bear the salty, spicy taste of its long-sheathed dong.] With four powerful hands grabbing your midsection, you disengage with two loud and wet *Pops!* Your figure lands on the metal floor, cum spewing out your ass, mouth, nose, and dick. You're semi-covered in the puddle of your own produce, while the still-throbbing jackal dicks deliver some extra jets of steaming white onto your ruined form. The figures back away, and the door leading to the mall slowly rises, as you put your creamed-over suit back on and stumble away from the now stoic-looking figures. [[Next|Mall-H-W]]

You're fairly sure that it takes the snake less than a minute to be at your doorstep, which implies he was faster than the elevator. (color:#338017)["Hello, human. I assume you have called me for me to eat you? If I'm going too fast maybe a little kissing?"] [[Let's kiss|SnakeKiss]] [[Eat me|SnakeVore]]

The much more imposing figure of this boa-like snake begins truly surfacing, as its coils spill past the doorway and fully encompass what an enormous being this is, probably getting to 13 or so feet of length, 3 feet of thickness towards its middle. Its gigantic maw lifts up as its previously unseen slitted section of its body comes next to it. (color:#338017)["So. Let's make out."] The entire pillar of a body slides forwards, pushing you onto the bed, where a maw comes from above and closes around your head. You give out a reflexive kick, and the head lifts, leaving trails of thick saliva between you and it. (color:#338017)["Something wrong? You had asked for this. Maybe just go ahead and repeat: I want your maw around my face."] His pupils shrink, and around them twelve circling hues of greys and greens dance out in sections, wanting-- no, *demanding* attention. Your eyes fall upon it, and you can only consciously catch the end of you saying "--my face", as the head cocks and the maw slowly opens once more. Folds upon folds of glistening, soft snake insides shown to you before you're engulfed in drool and throat. The massive tongue starts playing with yours, tossing it around and smearing your mouth with thick slobber, you're basically gulping it in big heaps. The maw retracts a little, letting some light reflect through the bridges of spit, but the tongue remains, as the snake simply starts thrusting its gigantic appendage in and out of you, throatfucking you with its tongue, causing your hips to buckle and hands to grab at the slippery appendage. The snake pulls back, your form reflexively pulling up and trying to shove the tongue back in. As fast as this situation developed, it ends, as the snake has slithered out of the room already. You can only see the bedroom mirror in front of you as you sit back down and steady your breathing. Your eyes are a faint green glow, slowly settling back into their natural color. Also, the clock marks an entire hour later than when the snake came in. Has it really been that long...? [[Next|MauveFinish]](set:$snake to it +2)

The head twitches, the eyes squint, a confused snake if you've ever seen one. (color:#338017)["I'm sorry, please say that again?"] You open your mouth to speak, and the snake has moved to be practically touching your nose with its snout, eyes fixated on you. You utter your words again, and feel your shoulders slump as an unnatural sigh exits you. The rolling snake eyes sink into your consciousness, hands falling lax as you just let the predator push you to the bed without resistance. He doesn't say a word, just keeps his irises focused on yours, each blink of his eliciting a slow blink from you. The head retracts, still staring while the jaw unhinges and your feet are scooped up. You're mumbling, you don't know what you're mumbling, you can barely hear yourself say "don't want to--" but the tongue releases from your bottom, and the head slides right in front of you, squishing your nose. The eyes become gigantic dishes, and your words melt like putty, you feel yourself drool and your limbs quiver. Whatever he put in you with his sight alone is magnified tenfold. There are coils all around you, when did they get there? Why is the dressing table broken and the mirror propped up behind you on the top of the bed? You look at it and your eyes fixate on the snake eyes' reflection. Oh, that's why. Your torso lifts, making you heave in response. The warm and wet environment close from all directions. The eyes stare at your hanging form, arms inside but head still clutching to those eyes. He brings you closer to the mirror, so you can see yourself dissappear as the large tongue curls above your head and slips you within. ===><=== <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1vfv461P93dqO-rMrQxGxSfZcfk399U5d" style=width:600px;height:600px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }> <==== Darkness. The consciousness wanes and drifts, causing lost lapses in time. You've been worming your way through what feels like miles of guts, winding up, down, twisting and turning. You have just now regained control of your limbs, but you're at the end of the passage, no more snake, feet squished against the bottom, as coils from the outside wrap above your head and squelch you lower, and lower, until you're balled up into a tight little thing in the snake's tail. Coils, coils and coils drape over your form, you can feel them, greedily piling over you like a fleshy vault that will never open. [[I want to leave|SnakeLeave1]] [[I want to stay|SnakeStay]](set:$snake to it +3)

Curled up at the base of the snake's tail, you feel the coils tightening a little bit, weight pushing from all directions in your current slimy sleeping bag. You'd move if you could, but there isn't much for you to move. Time seems strange, because at some points you're not bunched up at the tail, but worming across the snake's midsection, and other times your drool-filled, dumb-looking face pokes out of a grinning jaw and into a mirror. You see those green eyes, and the green glint in your eyes, then sink back down. These moments kind of jump between each other, like there's huge chunks of time that you're just not aware of. At some point you're naked, well, half-naked, in the middle of taking off your suit bit by bit, still sandwiched between snake walls. *BUUUUUHHHRRRPP...* The hot air pushes past you, and your dumb grin squishes against the walls as you feel gravity pull you back down to his tail. --- You're outside, absolutely caked in drool, moaning to your grinning self as a snake eagerly blows you, and your eyes never leave his. You jizz for the 12th time, pleasure shooting through your used up form as the snake lifts his head up and stares back. Those humongous eyes command yours, you, crawling up to his face and parting his jaws manually, before sinking into your home. A long, delicate gulp sends you back down for round 2. Your form squelches happily through coils and coils, worming down once again to the snake's tail. It's a little bigger, maybe you spent long enough to distend it a little bit. It's your home, and you curl up without a worry, feeling the weight pushing from all directions once more. It's been... months? Weeks? Gotta be months. You can weirdly enough see a tiny bit in this sopping darkness. You shake your head, gaining control of your limbs for the first time in god knows how long. One hand against the flesh, you start focusing on the chip in your temple, trying to establish a connection and ask to be let out. No response. You take a deep breath, and almost immediately realize that there's no oxygen here, like at all. The smell of slobber is all there is, humid non-air that begins to make you cough. You focus on your temple again. (color:#338017)["Oh well, if the connection was severed, then that's it. Hello, human. It's been a while. As you may have realized, you've become my meal, willingly. Took a bit to explain that to your little Hippo guard. As for consent, I have realized a week ago that you've begun the process of being absorbed by my body, something you can't cancel or back out of. It also means I can't re-establish my control over you, otherwise I'd make this feel so good. So, we're going to do a little exercise. I want you to hold your breath."] You start thrashing, the panic sets in, and your legs don't respond, or show up at all. You groan pitifully as the chamber seals in painfully around you. (color:#338017)["Hold. Your Breath."] You don't have much of a choice. With pain in your lungs, you groan to yourself. The pain stops. (color:#338017)["Isn't that much better? Now think of the next colors: Green and grey."] The coils don't release you, you can feel yourself get red in the face as you tug at them and they pull back slightly. Color, you think about green... then grey... (color:#338017)["Now start making them go faster. Think of my eyes."] The colors dance in your mind. You don't know how but they dance on their own. Your arms try to slap you, but it's too late, you're back to letting yourself slump against the dead end of the snake's tail, your half-absorbed form happily dozing into a trance. You paint this little nook white. (color:#338017)["Ah. There we go."] The chamber sits still for the next few months. Then years.

Silence. The squelches, groans and gurgles are all you hear. Then a soft, barely audible thud. Then another, this one slightly louder. A minute of sliding and dropping, before you feel your gravity pull you up and away from the snake's tail. You feel your sopping form squish through nooks, a drawn-out squelch of you sliding through slimy coils until the light shrouds your form and you drop, drenched in spit, against your bedroom bed. You gasp and breathe in fresh air. When was the last time you even breathed? Why were you not even struggling? You look up to the snake and are met with the two gigantic eyes staring into your soul. You freeze again. (color:#338017)[####"Oh, you must think this is a game."] The face presses against your head, shoving you to the wall with a soft thud. The eyes close and press back open with a magnified intensity. You lose control of your arms mid-struggle, and your head threatens with dropping the rest of your body to the side. (color:#338017)[###"I'll make this clear."] The snout is pressing hard now, dragging you up on the wall until you bonk your head to the ceiling, utterly pinned by the gigantic head, yet your eyes keep staring at those wonderful green beads. (color:#338017)[#"I.] ===><=== (color:#338017)[#OWN.] =====> (color:#338017)[#YOU."] <==== Your body drops, the snake withdraws until its form is sitting next to the bed, head looking around as it blinks a few times and sighs. (color:#338017)["Ahh, of course, this is all within our little game. Don't think I'm serious! I hope I was believable, at least!"] The snake's head loosely drags itself on the bed before giving your head a lick, and then retreating. (color:#338017)["It was fun, I wish to see you soon, human."] You look at the clock... It's been, -1 hours? Oh. It's been an entire day. You're just starting to regain control of your fingers, as a shiver runs through your body. [[Next|MauveFinishSpec]]

You shake your head, a little dazed from that last encounter, and lift your head to see someone standing in the doorway. Mauve, the androgynous hippo is staring down the hallway, before looking back at you. "You alright?" You muster a head nod, slowly lifting your slimed-over form from the sopping bed. They walk over to you, looking over your form. "I assumed... you consented to this, correct?" There isn't enough red in this ship to fill your cheeks right now. "Hm. I don't know what you intend, but Big is a problem, and one I'd rather not chowing down my guests. If you're going to start jumping into him, then I suggest you do it outside my establishment. Nothing against your wishes, but if he starts getting greedy, he'll clear the floor out before I realize anything's wrong." They pat your shoulder, then instantly regret it as the thick trails of snake saliva bridge the hand and your body. "Ergh... Just keep yourself safe." Mauve leaves. [[Next|MauveFinish]]

Out of the farthest bend of the hallway, a figure steps out, a lithe, thin-snout blue humanoid, wearing a dark cloak that drapes behind them and around the hallway. They stare at you, at least you think they do, as the cloak conceals their eyes but reveals a smile on their snout. They just sit still, leaning against the closest wall. A little bit of their cloak billows, though there's no air current anywhere. [[Raise your gun|TentacleThreat]] [[Approach|Tentacle1]] [[Leave|TentacleLeave]]

You step out to a darkened hallway, similar to the initial commander hallways, yet the light panels half-work, if only to shroud this place in the dimmest of lights. The first thing that catches your eye is the lower half of a human-like body sticking out of a vent, knees on the ground, legs splayed to the sides. Grotesque green vines stick out the sides and thoroughly seal the rest of the vent.(unless:(history:)contains "GunnerPre0")[ *Shplapshplapshplapshplapshplap...* You immediately also notice the oversized wolf on top of the hips that are stucking out, feverishly humping the body without a care in the world. The toes curl slightly, if any indication of whatever the being is on the other side being alive. The wolf immediately takes a notice of you, and disengages, snarling your way. You back instinctively, and feeling your back hitting some sharp metal that causes a click. It seems to do something, because the wolf is immediately turning tail and fleeing. Turning to see what it is, you spot an on-board stunning rifle. Surprised they still work, although completely unloaded, save for the sonic beam that still seems to work. It's a fixer-upper, but might work against some of these creatures. The stuck person quivers a little, a massive geyser of jizz escaping their *very* used backdoor.](else:)[Taking the weapon out of its charging port, you walk past the still-limp half-a-body on the vent, giving it a little poke to check if they are alive before staring down the hallway directly in front.] You get the sense you might start seeing more of these feral creatures around, if these guns are any evidence of the necessity for them. (unless:(history:) contains "Gunner")[ (display:"GunnerPre") ... You grab a flare. ](else-if:(history:) contains "Gunner")[ You take one of the flares. ] [[North|Gunner]] (Gunner Deck) [[West|GunConnector]] (Primary Commander Office) [[Back to the Hub|GunnerBack0]]

You leave the gun in the charging port, not like there's any ports nor animals to use this thing on outside of this place, not to mention the weapon deterrent in the hub. [[Next|GunnerHubIn]]

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Sweat on your grip, you raise your rifle up and point it decisively at the figure standing on the back. They push themselves off the wall, approaching you while slowing their gait. You take a firm step forwards, pulling the rifle's bolt back, even though there's no bullet loaded. The figure smiles, and stops. Whether your bluff was called or not, you can't tell, so you kinda freeze there for a second, and stealthily pull the trigger on the beam. The figure walks faster towards you, sending a small shiver down your spine. You back up a couple of steps, and start heading towards the door, but the second you turn away, what you thought was 40 feet from you is now right behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder. You panic, bringing your gun around with the momentum to break the contact, but another hand catches your rifle with a steadfast hand, causing you to almost twist your wrist. You get a glimpse of this creature. Lizard-like in appearance, smooth light-blue skin and a snout-shaped screen for a head. The lower jaw is physical, and smiles even more, as the screen lights up and reads "HUMAN". You'd step away, but something latches to your heel, holding it in place. You step with your other leg, and almost lose balance, if not for the two arms holding you by the hips, as the screen-faced creature is now a step closer. He's slightly taller than you, maw open and licking your face. You bring a hand up to bat him away, but your wrist gets caught by a fat, dark blue tentacle coming from behind the being. You wriggle it a little, and see his head cock as he steps back. You're locked in place, held by a dozen of these, as his cloak falls and... hundreds of tentacles literally emerge from his back, many from his lower body. He's got no legs, just this massive menagerie of all types of wriggling extremities that begin wrapping around you harder and harder. He lifts up, going upside-down above your restrained form, the screen-like eyes turning into bright, flashing letters that spell out "CONTAIN". You grab and tug at these restraints, bringing up your rifle to shove them off, when two tentacles pry your weapon away and snap it like a twig, sending a shower of broken electronics scattering against the wall. This half-a-synth lowers itself towards you, jaw wide open and spearing your upper form through it. Your struggles meet squelch, rubbery insides that are glistening with cool lubrication to help you ease your way inside. The tentacles worm their way through your neck, finding the zipper of your suit and tugging on it as they squeeze you inside like a snake. You feel your head push against an elastic bag,legs gently deposited behind and a jaw sealing your fate. You're half-curled, but still standing, gravity flipping on you and sending you tumbling down, bouncing against android stomach. [[Next|TentacleCaptured]]

You take a few steps forwards, it does the same. A couple more, it takes a couple more, making you realize it's mimicking your movement precisely. You wave your left hand, but it doesn't reply to that, only following everything from the waist down. You eventually meet eachother, it giving you a smile as it pulls back the hood and reveals a rounded screen for an upper jaw, the screen showing human joints, facial structure. It's... learning you? The jaw slowly opens, revealing a folded tube of rubber pointing down to its, also rubber-made stomach. You look at him and try taking a step back, but hit your back against softness. You turn to see... a literal wall of what seems to be hundreds of dark-blue tentacles, completely sealing the way down. Tracing their direction with bated breath, you see them all emerge from the legless creature's hips, cloak now discarded. You'd move, if thousands of thin appendages didn't manhandle your body so that your head squishes into rubber, a long tongue curling around your neck and dragging you inside. Tentacles no longer grab you, just the synth that's bent on swallowing you, arms wrapping against your wriggling body as some cool liquid secretes around you and makes you glide faster and faster. There comes a time where you literally cannot stop the pull of gravity from taking its toll, and you squelch down into an otherwise smooth and dry rubber bag. If not for the trickling lube above you. [[Next|Captured1]]

You leave. It doesn't react or anything, so you just leave. That was weird.

Faintly audible squeaks resonate as the bag moves in irrational ways, accomodating you until you're upright, legs to your sides and facing the front stomach walls themselves. The dense material tightens and keeps you in place, faint jostles as your predator seems to glide effortlessly through the ship. Your struggles meet tight rubber that does not budge, but whenever you let yourself fall limp, you meet less resistance. Whatever this thing is knows your intent and reacts accordingly. **CLANG!** You hear loud metal banging, then wince as a sharp thin needle goes through rubber and into your neck, the rubber solid-steel and keeping you completely immobile until the needle retracts from the surface. You groan and push with more intensity for all of... five seconds, before you lose control of your body and fall lax. [[Next|Captured1]]

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He rolls his eyes, grabs you by the collar and begins dragging you inside, one hand latched to your crotch, his tail does the closing of the door. You gulp audibly while this alligator stares at you with a pissed off glare, getting you to the foot of the bed before the jaw opens. Still clutching to your chest, he shoves you closer. **"Haaaahhhhh..."** Huge gator folds of flesh present themselves to you, yet he takes no initiative to shove you inside. Just teases, then the tongue laps at your face, once to cover it in drool, then it swings around and into the throat, which dips into the pond of excess slobber, before slathering gator spit all over you. You wince, an arm and a tail hold your hands in place and resist your resistance. **"Well, you wanted a kiss. Pucker up."** You're glad you have a mattress behind you, as it disperses the weight of the oversized alligator that pounces you into a bed, jaws wrapping around your lips and tongue straight forwards, squishing into your throat. Your eyes shoot open and you try to pry away, as you feel your airflow being blocked by this slab of squishy meat, but the gator holds you in place and simply twists and turns, cleaning your entire throat with his dexterous tongue. He disengages, one hand on your jaw keeping it open as the tongue idly squelches out of you, tons of slobber falling into your gurgling mouth as you have no other choice than swallow hot, steaming gator drool. **"Plenty more where that came from, but you're only here for the kiss, right."** He puts a knee on your chest to prop himself up, causing you to dry (well, wet) heave from the sudden pressure, his other foot steps on your crotch, eliciting an airless gasp as well, and he leaves without a word. You're very glad that there's a mattress below you. [[Next|MauveFinish]]

**WHAM!** A kick in the center of your chest, causing you to stumble back quite a few steps and crashing onto the bed. You heave, wind knocked out of you as you lift your head up and scramble back. There's already an alligator on top of you, grinning as one hand pins your chest down, and the other goes for the zipper in the back of your suit. Your struggles don't do a thing, the upper portion slides off like butter, he knows what he's doing. With a simple tug, you're disrobed to the hips, and your partner saddles up until he's sitting on your hips, giant thighs at each sides and a torso-sized gator cock flopping right below your jaw. **"This is what is going to happen. You're going to eat my ass for the next hour, and then I'm going to paint you fucking white. No words now, I own you for an hour."** And just like that, he lifts himself, turns 180, and holding both cheeks to the side, does not give you an introduction to his oversized and bulging dark gator hole, he just plops it right in your face, entombing you in gator. ***SSHHLLRRP.*** You'd groan, but there isn't much air, only donut. (if:$musk is 1)[It fucking reeks. This guy doesn't care for personal hygiene one bit and this hole is the core of his filthiness, as the musky, slick button smears your nose and mouth in his terrible smell. ] You heard the man, and the sooner you get it done, the better, so you open your mouth, right as this thing bulges in and half of the bulging pucker goes into you, causing your senses to be taken over by his hole. Outside, all the gator can see are your curling fingers at either side of his squished-up cheeks, and the legs twisting in front of him, and your eyes roll up in a sudden gout of pleasure as two, slimy feet wrap around your cock nonchalantly, causing a muffled moan that reverberates against thick cheeks. You feel your cock throb and spurt pre as it is manhandled by a pair of big feet, arms useless and mouth full of squelching donut, you're powerless to do anything other than sucking. (if:$filth is 1)[The shithole smears against your tongue, releasing a nasty wave of gator fart into your jaw, point blank with your tongue. You'd cough but your throat literally can't make that movement.] Toes curl, the bliss comes and it comes fast. Eyes cross and fingers curl against sweaty cheeks, all your body can do to signify the orgasm that rocks your body. Legs throw themselves forwards as your jizz leaves your aching dick, still being rubbed over by increasingly-lubed up feet. **SHhhhLUHP.** The cheeks peel off of you. **"Alright, you get a minute to catch your breath."** You gasp and heave for air, the hips hovering a few inches from you. You can see the massive crater of an ass on the bed around you, leaving that side you're on utterly sopping with sweat.(if:$musk is 1)[ **"Like the smell? Kept myself nice and ripe for a month. Was gonna take a shower but the news about a human were a little too enticing."**] He pokes his head to the side, looking at your ruined upper half. **"Huh, you're still conscious. Let's try to put an end to that."** The cheeks lift a little, you can only pitifully squeak with the air you've recovered. **WHAM!** ###**WHAM!** ##**WHAM!** #**WHAM!** That last one, it sends stars into your vision. The butt stays after that one, having dug your entire head into the hole, your cheeks bunched up and your nose squished into bowels, you're pretty much motionless as the feet work around your dick one more time. You don't quite notice when the feet stop, but you do lurch a little when a hand wraps around your taint and your ass, grabbing your hips from that sensitive spot and shoving your dick into a--... It feels so good, is it... his cock? It's soft, spongy, and very lubed-up. Your moan gets caught and comes out like a dry little heave that bubbles against sweat. (if:$musk is 1)[This hole smells much worse now that you're inside, hot, filthy sweat coating you from the source, as the wrinkly thing stretches around your jaw, smushing you into the acrid smell. ]You feel this orgasm not out of you, but forced by the alligator, who doesn't seem to care or notice as his pace remains steadfast. He relentlessly pulls your lower body like a toy, your form gurgling a protest but getting no response. Relentlessly milked is what you are, head shaking a little and it seems to garner the gator's attention, as the butt lifts up. **"Oh, you're still here. It's okay, you can go out, I got it from here, just want to see how much is in you, as well as making it mine."** Your vision turns and trails along the room, blurry as it is. Ass descends once more, the visage of it elicits another jet of jizz out of your broken form. Consciousness comes... what feels like hours later, your form gone through what seems like a pool, as the gator has just lifted himself off of you. **"Back already. I took a little extra, hope you don't mind."** His massive nuts lift a little while he holds the gigantic rod with one hand. (if:$musk is 1)[Huge droplets of steaming musk land on you.] He takes a step back and stands right above your head, before both hands go to his rod. He slowly pulls his hands back and forth, eliciting a quick, massive blast of gator (and maybe some human) cum to shower you. Feet first, then he angles the cock down so that it's literally covering you in a blanket of steaming nut sludge. Your moans bubble against the thick and salty white, as you heave and groan. If you were a lower generation human, you'd probably be dead. Or, severely bruised. Instead you're covered in a layer of sweat, jizz, and can taste nothing but gator insides. [[Next|MauveFinish]]

*About humans. We're currently a fourth-generation human, meaning you're not quite made of what older humans are made of. Everything perfectly mimicks human behaviour and responses, you can choke, drown, cut yourself, be exhausted, break a leg. But it won't be the end of you. Humans are made out of a biological, homogeneous substance that renders them not immortal, but hard to kill. This doesn't give you enhanced strength, dexterity, or knowledge, just an extremely easy to recover endurance. The purpose of this is for your body and mind to survive any catastrophic scenario that doesn't pulverize you instantly. Which leads to the next point: Replicators. Replicators manufacture your body precisely as it was before your "Total body failure", so long as you're registered to the cloud within the ship. Which, we're not. At least I'm not, and unless you went through a very conscious effort to do so, you're not either. If a pillar falls on your legs and turns you into an accordion, you're pretty much there. Sure, you don't die, but you might as well ask for the mercy kill, because whatever finds you in this god forsaken place will make you wish it would have killed you. I'm writing this with a wishful attitude, which I would lack otherwise. I hope some other human finds this and makes use out of it. I give you common information, no specifics, no names, no dates. If you're that asshole bird that finds this, I'm going to shunt you into the heartless vacuum of space one day, and watch your eyes grow frozen and still. Anyone else, I probably don't know you, and don't want to, either. This is for humans, leave it alone. *

He gives you an odd glance, and a confused look. **"A little slut for getting eaten, huh."** One palm on your chest, the gator walks forwards and pushes you until your knees buckle on the bed, causing you to fall onto it. **"No. I'm gonna make you beg for it."** One arm tugs at the bedsheets and take them off, grabbing the thinnest sheet and saddling up to your sides. **"I'm going to make you want it so hard, you won't worry about anything else in your life."** Two powerful arms lock yours behind you, and they're tied up a second after. You jostle them, but this gator knows what they're doing. **"So what is it you derive from this disgusting act, then? You just want hot gator all around you? I'm flattered, but we can just go on a cruise then."** A knee presses between your legs, rubbing your groin and eliciting a half-broken murmur of a groan. **"No. What you want is different. You want me to own you, in every sense of the word. You know you're not registered in the machines that bring you back to life. You want me, in particular, to make you mine in a way that no other thing can."** The knee presses a little more, wanting a reaction, and you give it one, a little bit of spit coming out of your more pronounced moan. He revels in your predicament, hands tied, gator on top. You're red in the face, listening to him teasing about the words you spoke, but you're choking up, you couldn't reply even if you wanted. And you don't want to. **"So here's what happens now, then."** He opens his maw, unhinging it right on top of you. The hot, steaming cavern opens at a 180º angle, idle slobber sagging down in bridges, some coating you, your vision is now pure gator throat, tongue hanging above you, but purposefully refraining from touching you. You can see the steam wafting off the sides, the humid atmosphere of his insides causing a little bit of sweat to build on your forehead. ...Or is that his slobber? ***"Haaaaaahhh...~"*** He breathes out a little more, filling your lungs with the taste and smell of a spicy, carnivorous inside. You pant harder now, body trying to take in more and more air as you feel your own dick as hard as diamonds. The curling edges of his mouth show that he knows that, too. You can't see his eyes, only the split maw looming above, more drool trickling down onto you. You don't close your mouth when you see a dangling strand above your face, and it lands onto your tongue, causing you to "accidentally" gulp it. He knows you're getting off to it, and you know he knows. You whine as an arm presses against your chest, keeping you from rising to his maw, as it closes and seals the oportunity you've been wanting. The teeth clack, a few broken trails of spit land on you, half drenched in sweat and half drenched in slobber. The gator leaves your peripheral. **SLAM** You lift yourself, looking at the closed door, then at your tied hands, then at your throbbing, on-the-edge dick. The cocktease of an alligator left you wanting, and tied up. You have to wrestle yourself up and call for Mauve to head to your room, which they do, with a sigh. "You know, I'm not room service. There *is* room service. Also, are you gonna handle that?" They point at your dick, which you're now covering with a little bit of embarrassment. The gator took away all shame already. "I'll. Leave you to it." [[Next|MauveFinish]]

**Beep!** The hacking tool starts up. You look to the three jackals, then the airlock door. You get the sense that this is going to be a one-way trip.(if:$Teleportation is >0)[ Maybe your teleporter will get you out of this, but to an extent.] Current items:(if:$Teleportation is >0)[ | Teleporter ](if:$helmet is 1)[| Helmet ](if:$tool is "hack")[| Hacking tool ](if:$trap is >0)[| $trap Trap(if:$trap is >1)[s] ](if:$diaper is 1)[| Diaper ]| [[Nevermind|Bernard1]] [[Let's go|Bernard2]] (text-style:"subscript")[Remember! Reloading a save deletes said save!] (if: $Saves is 0)[(text-style:"blink")[**YOUR GAME ISN'T SAVED.**]]

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**PSSSSHHHHhhhhh...** Seems like the bird isn't here. (display:"Bernard Office")

(set:$filth to 1)The chamber is empty, with many computers and consoles in good shape, lit up and showing camera feeds. There's a hissing pod on the right side of this arrow-shaped room, a vague shape visible through bubbling water. [[Examine the pod|JarC]] [[Approach the main console|BernEnd]]

*dink!* You tap the glass, no response, but from here you can discern what appears to be a lizard-like shape, huge hips that almost touch either sides of this 4 feet wide case, and a fat tail that curls just above the head. They look straight down, as if dormant, floating in this wireless pod. There's a console here. It seems to connect to the pod. The sign next to the capsule reads: ###"BIO-BASED CONTAINMENT HYBRID, TEST 001." This capsule was here before, back when this experiment was just starting. Could it still be a left-over relic from the past? [[Activate the console|Jar]] [[Back|Bernard Office]]

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A low, low hum starts building in the top, and you see a little cloud of dust disperse as the top of the containment unit disengages. Fluid drains from the bottom, and the figure jostles for a bit, head slightly turning up as the water fully drains, and you see the surprisingly dry lizard, dark-green, featureless and smooth scales as his eyelids slowly lift, and two piercing amber eyes meet yours. His look is oddly kind, warm and amicable eyes, though his maw does not let a hint of emotion escape him. He doesn't say anything, just stares at you, through you, more precisely. A foot temptatively takes a small step, then another. The tail slaps the ground, and his head tracks all of his limbs, before staring back at you. "You're not... an authorized visitor. You're... You're a human." "You're not allowed to be here." He takes a step towards you, and you preemptively back up, butt hitting one of the control panels, a small coffee mug and a dish lay there. His irises shrink enough for you to notice. "I have to contain you." [[Throw the mug at him|JarBad]] [[Relax your stance|JarNeut]]

By the time your eyes trail to the mug and you've flung it with all of your speed, his hand has caught it perfectly inches from his face, still staring at you. One hand grabs you from the throat, keeping you in place, the other catches your reflexive left hook. He doesn't tighten his pressure nor make any aggressive measures other than holding you at bay. "Stop." [[Relax your stance|JarNeut1.5]] [[Break the grip|JarBad2]]

He towers over you, a good foot or so taller than you, while his upper body is a tad chubbier than yours, his lower half is MASSIVE, and the two fat legs pretty much deny any escape as he's in front of you proper. "You're still... You must know what comes next, then. But I will not rob you of your will." He takes a step back, and slowly opens his jaws. The few idle trails of saliva begin hanging as you see a steamy cavern leading into his padded gut. Maybe you can reason with him...? [[Step towards him|JarGood]] [[Start to back away|JarNeut1.5]]

Bringing an elbow up, you keep your other arm firm to keep his grip busy, before coming down with an elbow strike against the wrist that's holding you by the neck. He winces, first time you've seen actual emotion, but his grip remains steadfast. Another hit, this one causes him to turn, one leg trying to hook yours and break your balance, but it's too weak a grip, and you lift your leg to dodge it. Bad move. His tail has already wrapped against your other leg, taking away all connection to the ground and sending your back flat onto cold metal. A dull heave escapes you as the hand still remains in your throat, now half a lizard on top of you. "Do not resist, this will end swiftly and painlessly." His foot holds your throat now, the rest of him positioning to lock you tightly. It is at this point that you see his back. If his hips were any indication, they weren't just fat in it of themselves, his absolutely titanic butthole acts as a third cheek, pushing everything aside into a blooming, donut-like truck tire of an asshole. Tail curls around your ankles, you're literally under his feet and powerless to do much. [[Can't do much|JarNeut3]]

"Fighting isn't going to do much for you, just give in." He resets himself, knees around your face as you're met with the absolutely massive asshole that winks and schlops as it approaches your head. You hear it wink and you feel the vibrations through the powerful thighs at your sides. You can only see ass above you. ***Ssschlurrrrrrrppppp...*** Heat embodied in a single push of his ass, which envelops you with little effort. The tail disengages from your legs, now wrapping against the back of your head. "Now just let yourself go." [[Kick him in the head|JarBad3]] [[Let it happen|JarNeut4]]

The kick connects, and you feel him fall over, pulling your head and neck with him and dragging you along the ground. In his efforts to get himself back up fast, you disengage and scramble away from him, running around the main console and keeping it as cover. He lifts himself up, a much more vivid expression on him, a solid curious glare. "So... You just keep fighting, huh? And for what?" He flinches to his left, you flinch back. Both of you are walking around the console, seizing eachother up. "All I want to do is contain you and keep you from falling into your very certain demise. Do you fail to see what's out there?" He gestures to the airlock, but you look at the lit up console on the commander deck. "Hah... You're trying to take over the ship. And let me guess, nothing is stopping you, huh?" He jumps over the console, whether you pick left or right, it doesn't matter, he's already landed both feet on your shoulders and pushed you down, landing with a quick roll and wrapping strong thighs around your neck. Your cough is detrimental, because it releases any air you had in your lungs. "Why? Why do you keep fighting? When you know I can keep beating you. You must have faced a dozen predators weaker than me that could still (text-style:"blur")[beat you, did you also fight](text-style:"blurrier")[ them?]" The legs pull back, and you draw a huge lungful of air. "Or is it... You're cornered." The legs pull back and you slam on the floor, catching your breath in heaves. "Cornered and seeking help. That's why you released me, unless you were extremely idiotic, which I do not fit in my head." You lift yourself up, catching back up to a normal intake of oxygen. He gives you the space by backing away a step. [[Next|JarCross]]

***SHhh--blort.*** Your shoulders easily get pushed in. The weight on the rest of the body subsides, the asshole pulls you up into a sitting position, as the two powerful legs at your sides to the rest of your work. You breathe in(if:$filth is 1)[ and what a mistake that is, the huge wave of rank lizard insides flows through your nostrils like piping hot spice, causing your lungs to seize and your feet to quiver.](else:)[, face pushed against slimy bowels.] The muscles drag you up with slick squelches, an obvious restrain in how much of his insides he's using, as every thrust is methodical and secures you deeper into your predator. Without words, he raises back up and lets the muscles pull you upwards. [[Next|JarVoreNeutral]]

You gulp audibly, already feeling the throbbing thing between your legs. He doesn't move, simply lets you close the distance, and you slowly do. With a hint of indecisiveness, you plop your hand on his throat, feeling it sink into the spongy tongue, pulling back and bringing a trail of drool with you. [[Climb inside|JarVoreGood]] [[Wait|JarNeut1]]

The lizard takes a step forwards, closing his jaw while cocking his head slightly. "What is it? You do not seem like you wish for this, for me to consume you. Your aggression speaks as much." He turns around, presenting his plush, gigantic hole, it already winking in a radius that would easily take your head without a second thought. [[Enter him|JarAVGood]] [[Back away further|JarAVBad]]

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He turns around once more, brow now furrowing into a more sorrowful expression. "So you're just borrowing time then." He dashes forwards, your reaction cannot possibly catch his movement as he's pretty much on you, arms catching your wrists, gut pressing against your torso. "I can see now why your kin were devoured. The trickster type, not one for conversation either." You drag yourself along the wall, the two hands still keeping you pretty much useless as you hit yourself against the escape pod door. "Let me guess, shove me into the pod and hit the button? Any more dirty tricks up your sleeve?" A tail pushes itself against your stomach, both arms pull back but you're glued here by the lizard's long appendage, and by the time you shove it off, there's a massive hole on your chest. ***Schlurrrp...*** It envelops your entire chest, which it uses to drag you down. Your butt impacts the floor and in that split moment of you groaning, the asshole wraps around your head and drags you upwards with strong, black ripples of lizard bowels. Your wind is knocked out of you. [[Next|JarBadFilth]]

(if:$filth is 1)[The air smells incredibly foul, causing you to wince and cough. Whatever these muscles are made out of, they fucking reek](else:)[These muscles are powerful and cause you to wince with each pull], and they tug at you with a power you've never seen in biological creatures. You'd be crushed if you were anything else, pitifully squeaking with each tug until your feet vanish under a massive, black asshole. (if:$filth is 1)[***BWWWWHHHHHHRRRRRRR*** It's like a fucking bass, vibrating and jostling you around while permeating this hideous stench that causes you to moan and pop a stiffy.](else:)[With a squeeze and a release, he teaches you to catch your breath and release it in line with his muscles, each contraction sending forth a little bit of pre from your hard dick.] "Huh. This works. Let's see what's inside of you." "That'll do it. Corrupted door chip. Administration level but for all the wrong things. If you wanted to get on my bad side, you outdid yourself. You're not remaining in my bowels, not you. I can control my bowels, I'm putting you somewhere I can't control." Tug, tug, tug, Your croaks are lost in this prison of flesh as you wind up higher to the point where you breach a hole and feel yourself sag down violently. ***GLuuuuuhhhrrrrppp...*** You hang off of a distended organ, swaying as your wet body slips inside like toothpaste. [[Next|JarBadFilth2]]

"There she is. You're a little stowaway, this is the one I need to contain." You wince as you feel the stomach be tugged up and placed on a flat surface, squishing you in place. "You'll give me more than enough energy to leave this place. As for Bernard, I don't care much about what happens to him, but, I think he'll like to see this." You jostle left and right, face pressing against tight, meaty walls, his packed insides make a perfect imprint of your body and keep you there. You tug at your suit, but there is no suit, it's long gone into the efervescent pool below you. You try repositioning yourself to curl up better, but your legs are unresponsive, and dipping a finger down already penetrates the thick surface of digestive fluids.(if:$filth is 1)[ It's like you can smell the turd you're turning into, the scent hasn't changed one bit.] You feel yourself bounce low again, then be propped up, two legs at your sides keeping you precariously aloft through the gut. You're being flaunted. "Ahh, there we go. I don't revel in this, but maybe Bernard will be grateful I protected his little throne and give me a bit more freedom to squish him with. Or maybe I'll lure him here to try and rescue you, and nip this thing in the bud." Clicks and clacks are faintly audible over the building sounds of squelches, groans and gurgles. You sag down again, this one toppling your face into the pool beneath you. You splash and panic, but your mind isn't operating very well, already addled by the lack of oxygen and breaking down of your body. You manage to pry yourself up from the pool, but most of your body is a uniform, messy slop that can't hold you up anymore. The lulling of squelches, groans and schlops lull you into a sleep you embrace, maybe out of the vestigial effects of the chip, or your still-somewhere, throbbing cock, letting lose the last of your orgasms as you bubble a pitiful attempt at a moan, head sinking into a dark-tan puddle of goop. --- (if:$filth is 1)[***BWWWWRRRRRHHHPPP....*** The critters around the mall face up to one of the larger screens near the window leading into space, as a camera seems to have been loosely positioned to be facing a gigantic, green lizard hole, as it slowly opens and winks, releasing a huge, unbroken log of pure dark brown, all of which coils on the swivel seat in front of the camera. It piles up, up and up, eventually breaking off into smaller strands by the time 100lb of lizard dung are left in a steaming pile that snaps one of the seats' wheels. The cameras is picked up and faces an amber-eyed lizard face, who simply stares at the camera before turning it off.](else:)[***Glllurrrrrrrpppp*** The sounds of digesting human reverberate in loud bass around the mall, causing the creatures there to face up to the speakers, before the screen lights up and shows a large, lizard gut, all soft and occasionally quivering with the stray kick of a mostly-gooped human. A hand slaps the center of the gut and presses down, showing to the camera the squelching, hard-packed interior of that fat thing, as the gurgles and squelches raise in volume. The camera feed stays there, for about 3 hours, before it is cut off.]

*Click!* The lizard makes sure the airlock itself is sealed, and turns to you. "I'm sure you have questions. As far as I know, I am designated the alias 'J4R-1X', first of its kind, biological containment unit for worst case containment bre-- well, this." He looks to the window leading to the airlock, then walks back towards you. "While we have time, your questions." What are you? Why do you go against Bernard? Can I leave? How do I disable the autopilot? What did you want to do with me? \ (click-replace:"What are you?")["Strictly speaking, a heavily manipulated creature, made to help your kin. Whether that is tasks of a delicate nature, the rescue of crew during catastrophic measures, and in this case, the containment of essential... or any, crew. You're all I have, and I have to take it." ](click-replace:"Why do you go against Bernard?")["He perverted me, my physical code. Luckily he wasn't able to crack my psychological profile, meaning that no matter how much he may alter me, I will still remain the same inside. Protocols remain, and so do my allegiances." ](click-replace:"Can I leave?")[He sighs. "You cannot leave. Not because I don't allow it, which I don't anyways, because everyone here wants you on a silver platter. That bird wants to hook you up to a reformation machine and turn you into a toy. Not a single fiber of my being can allow that. I've already allowed too much." ](click-replace:"How do I disable the autopilot?")["Implanted codes. Chances are the bird has it in his temple. Unless you have a hacking(if:$tool is "hack")[ too--" You toss the tool over to him. "... This can definitely work."](else:)[ tool, we're not going to have much of a chance penetrating through this."] ](click-replace:"What did you want to do with me?")["Contain you, and then merge you with my internal nanites. Believe it or not, I can make you into a different organism, keeping your thoughts alive and essentially cloaking you from the rest of this ship. (if:$filth is 1)[I do that with my intestinal gas, which is... in a way you understand, worker ants, and you'd be turning into them.]" Eat me.]\ (click-replace:"Eat me.")["Do not worry, it will not hurt, or feel painful. You can't feel pain, not consciously, at least, but this is designed to keep you safe." He sits on the swivel chair in the center of the room, splaying his legs and showing both his gigantic asshole as well as his roomy, drooling maw. [[Orally|JarCrossOV]] [[Anally|JarCrossAV]]]

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The jaw slowly closes, his eyes a little confused, though he notes the little bit of saliva on your mouth. "You're not going to die. I am going to keep you safe, do you not understand?" He looks towards your hand, and grabs it slowly, before opening his maw and dragging your hand down his throat, before releasing. He allows you to feel his throat gulping and squishing against your fingers, pulling and releasing in small motions, before opening his eyes slowly and closing the maw. Your hand slips off, and he just watches it. "It isn't deadly, not if I want it to stay the way it is." He looks back at the pod for a second, then down at the console you used, then, he sighs. "I suppose information is something you might be seeking. While that airlock remains closed, I can give you some." He walks on by to the main console, prodding switches without hesitation, and peppering the large screen windows with multiple cameras leading out of the room, the command deck hallway, hub, fabricator room. You take this moment to actually look at his gigantic asshole, the thing pushes both cheeks to the sides like a third buttcheek, also pushing his tail up a little. He backs away staring at the screens, satisfied, and looks at you with a sigh. "I owe my ancestors that much, some information. While no threats are near." [[Next|JarCross]]

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With loud hisses, yellow gas begins to seep through the cracks, causing you to immediately slam yourself against the door you came from. It doesn't budge one bit, and the lock mechanism seems to only work from the other side. You look around the small chamber, finding cracks on the top but useless for escape. The metalwork seems to stop on a small indent on a wall and you push towards that, but whatever passage it connects to, it's locked shut. The gas is permeating the entire area, and you're holding your breath, putting a hand to all of the walls in hopes you find a switch, flimsy piece of metal, anything. Your lungs start to ache, and you can't run anymore. You get a single gulp of air. Immediately, the warmth rushes in with immense speed, permeating your lungs. A deep, unhinged pleasure the likes you've never felt in your entire existence befalls you, cock spewing jizz like mad while you shake on the spot, frozen. Another breath, this one deeper, then deeper. You see the yellow thing seep into you over and over, and you fall to your knees. It's like you can feel your brain melting from pleasure alone, something hitting the pleasure button in the center of your being, slamming against it with a sledgehammer. A little fuse in the middle of your brain cracks, like a lightbulb, and all that comes out of you are primal moans, knees buckling and hands shaking as you take a firm hold of your cock and jackhammer it. Fourth orgasm, fifth, you're pumping them out while gasping for breath. Whatever this thing taking over you is, it completely deleted your refractory period, as you're jizzing like a horse in heat, bulging out the front of your suit, and then popping a finger against the little cumbulge and shoving it down your urethra again. You don't know if it's actually coming back into your dick, because you're spewing like crazy with every inhale of the scent. --- "Number 3 is sprung, open her up." A light hiss marks the slow declining in yellow of this room, as two figures dressed in large orange hazmat suits step inside, carrying small poles with them and immediately taking notice of the frozen human on the ground, laying on their back and with their hips risen to the skies, locked in a permanent orgasm. "Oh fuck, it's a human." "Broken, too." "Human nut is human nut. Let's bring him inside." They grab a hold of the deranged human, eyelids drooping and eyes trailing the room in a most blank-faced stare. He gets on his feet with the aid of the two, both hands directly going to his dick. They can both see the large bulge on his feet of who knows how many human orgasms. The door locks behind them as they leave, carrying the limping, quivering human.

This hallway is less destroyed, but it should be by all accounts inaccessible, as it is structural hallways connecting the inner and outer hull, pretty much a 7ft. wide pocket of air that lets you traverse to whatever storage room there seems to be at the end of it. A hole was cut through the wall, leading to the North, onto another storage room. There's a couple of oxygen tanks sitting on the floor. [[East|Candy Tunnel]] (Tunnel T intersection) [[West|CandyW-W]](if:$ch is >0)[ (Feral stables)] [[North|CandyChamber]] (Storage chamber)

You reach the end of this "hallway", which leads to an open doorway and a large chamber. The smell immediately hits you: manure, stinking farmhouses, they don't make a dent on this stench. It looks sort of like a stable, and the large, 8 foot feral legs that come from the ceiling seemed like pillars a minute ago. They dissappear through pairs of rubber openings in the ceilings, and are in groups of four. four of them hoofed(if:$dog is 0)[, four of them pawed, and with a massive belly almost touching the ground between them for this one](else:)[ while the other grouping seems to be completely empty]. "Is that a human?" You look to your hard right as two humanoids care for one of the paws, in full orange hazmat suits. They stare at you, and disengage from the giant leg, walking towards you. "Hi, living battery." You start backing up, and the closest person lunges for the door, causing you to back from it deeper onto the room. There's stairs on the back that you can see, which lead towards the top of this pawed creature, also one towards the hoofed creature. "Bet they look enticing, huh? Just go ahead and choose your fix." (if:$ch is >2)[[[Let yourself be caught|CandyCatch]]] [[Run upstairs|CandyCTop]] [[Leave|CandyWest]]

The chamber ahead seems to be a prison cell, or at least nondescript containment cell, as the single door leading out is a barred metal door, with a common keylock which appears to be busted. There's a few bits of broken metal pipes, one of which is a decent crowbar, so you pick it up and prop the door open with it. It snaps loudly and the door swings open. There's a dozen of these doors, peppering both in front and on your side, an actual jail. You've never been here before, so you're unfamiliar with the purpose of this place. All of these doors leave no windows, but a couple of them are ajar. One in particular, has a red-furred hand sticking out of it on the floor, lightly twitching. [[Approach the figure|Chamber]] [[Leave|CandyWest]]

You peek around the door and slowly swing it out, looking to the figure. It's an anthropomorphic fox wearing some stretched human suit, though it is less protective, only wrapping around the chest, hips, and neck. The hips is where you focus your eyes, a throbbing 12 inch cock rising up from the prone fox and bulging out with a gallon's worth of seed, draping across his side. His expression is broken, eyes almost entirely pointing up, half-breaths between hip thrusts into nothingness. He's... done for. (unless:(history:)contains"ChamberPlay")[[[Step on his dick|ChamberPlay]]] [[Step inside|GasChamberP]] [[Leave|CandyWest]]

*"Gu-huhh..."* He visibly shudders as your hard latex sole brushes up to his throbbing cock, knot still visible through the suit, as it pulses some more, and a little bit of white gets added to the already pretty stretched balloon. You put a little more weight, squishing it against his belly, and both legs rise up reactively, one of it kicking the air. His breath gets more intense, toes wriggling and hands twitching. You place a solid step against it, then brush up your heel to his tensing balls, which causes a moan to befall him as the dick pulses and delivers another orgasm. He's done for, a little bit of a leg spasms as his consciousness wanes from this last nut. The dick, however, is still spewing like crazy. [[Next|Chamber]]

With trepidation, you approach the inside of the chamber, finding it to be rather empty, and small. If it was a prison cell then all of the elements that would define it as such have been taken out. There's a couple of crates on one corner, and a small metal switch on the back. A sign is crudely placed on top of the switch, reading "CANDY". [[Hit the switch|Gas Chamber]] [[Leave|CandyWest]]

"Gotcha." Both hands land on your shoulder, and the figure kind of stays still for a moment, confused by your stillness, before looking back at their partner. "Where do we wanna put him?" "Renata, definitely." You get pushed below the four hooves, these massive pillars of fur, and between them where there's an oversized purple bag hanging from above, a small cord hanging from it. Your hands are tied behind your back, and you're pushed to your knees. "Okay, cut her lose." "Back up, I don't want to pull you out again." The figures back away, and the other one leans in and pulls on the cord. You instinctively back away as a gigantic, 5 feet long horse cock hangs just in front of you, steaming and wafting, this incredibly smelly rod glistens with built up sweat. Whatever bag it was concealed under, it does not breathe. Your nose aches as you take a long sniff of the hovering thing above you, and your own cock shoots up from the scent alone. "Alright, give her room." You watch as the platform above becomes faintly translucent, and you can see the equine posterior of this creature, as its hind legs buckle slightly and shove the rod against your face. You catch it and lurch back a little from the momentum, grabbing at the flared head and giving it another sniff. The smell is too good, the sweat, built up smegma... This thing hasn't been washed in... god knows how long. Grabbing a hold of it, you wrap your mouth along the fat, spongy flesh, cramming it down your gullet. The horse helps, by jumping with its hind legs and pistoning down, *hard*. Your gurgle gets shoved down along with the pillar of horse flesh, poking through the bottom of your stomach as you're dragged along with it. Thoroughly speared by it, you release a little muffled moan as the horse cock starts to twitch and deposit its massive payload inside of you. Your legs kick, your fingers curl against the obscene bulge in your throat, and your dick, pressed flat against your belly through taut latex, combusts into a powerful orgasm in tandem with the horse. Your stomach inflates and your ass blurts out massive loads of horse seed being pumped like you're a condom. Which you are. Your eyelids droop as the orgasm fades into an afterglow, but the horse cock is nowhere near done, hooves stomping the ground as it starts grinding your ballooned form around the ground, roughly using you as its fleshlight. You feel the sagging load of jizz on your butt, slowly trickling down your legs, with each thrust going higher and higher up the mast, until you're pushed up to the horse's crotch, sniffing its rank and unwashed dick. --- (text-style:"underline")[###Day two.] "Ghhhhhhhhh..." That's all you can say, massive jizz balloon hanging from your ass like an ornament to your fate, as you're entirely pushed with your head against a slimy horse sheath, limbs occasionally twitching as another orgasm rocks you. The platform above you is sealed today, there's just a cock hanging with a human attached to it, draped in a very stretched latex suit. Your day goes by waning in and out of consciousness, with the few moments you are awake, you pleasure the horse by dragging yourself up and down its length, eliciting happy whines and many more gallons to sag from the suit and your belly. (text-style:"underline")[###Day seven.] Your naked, sweaty form is pulled from the horse's length, your body having undergone a rather intense transformation from the huge injections of powerful equine semen. You're much more voluptuous and chubby, enough to notice the radical change of weight between orgasms. Your exhausted form gets pulled off, and the horse dick begins throbbing, awaiting its eager muse. The two hazmat figures grab at the cock and push it to your face, and you eagerly start licking, when the urethra flares up and envelops your face. The smell of pungent horse jizz is something you're used to, but right now it's increased tenfold. Your body is eagerly gulped up, up until your fat ass is sticking from the leaking tip, a human dick spurting a little load before being gobbled by the horse cock. "There we go. Nice and fat, that oughta keep her happy." With delayed motions, the throbbing thing gulps up, and up, the obscene human bulge traveling slowly and wriggling on its way. After a minute and a half, it sags with wet squelches into the massive, black nutsack behind, swaying for a while and then settling. "Okay, let's seal her back up." "You're getting near her while she's riled up like that?" "She just ate, she's not doing anything to anyone." The one figure zips up the upper bag, pushing the large cock inside and leaving the human to stew inside a giant horse's sack. (text-style:"underline")[###Fourteen days later.] "Alright, keep going, okay now stop. That's good, let's hook it up." A massive metal tank, 4 feet tall by 10 feet wide, is brought right below the equine, with a large rubber hose coming off of the top, which the two people in hazmat suits climb over to get closer to the horse. The cloth bag that covers its genitals from this side of the platform stretched out into a big oblong shape, opens slowly as the cord is pulled, and out comes a steaming, white-encrusted horse cock that swings out, followed by the gigantic balls that pressed against it, squelching and sloshing horse jizz stewing within as the dick itself squeezes some paste out of the flared head. "Glad we have these suits. Ok, plop it in." While one holds the meat, the other stretches the rubber over it, latching it to the hilt and sealing around it. Almost immediately the tank turns on like a compressor, squeezing the horse's rod and pumping it until the neighing creature is shooting gallons upon gallons of powerful white into the tank. It takes minutes for the thing to unload, and possibly many orgasms too, but it's the biggest haul they've ever had.

Which stairs do you take? (if:$ch is >0)[[[Pheromone horse|HorseTop2]]](else:)[[[Hoofed creature|HorseTop]]] (if:$dog is 0)[[[Pawed creature|DogTop]]] [[Go back|CandyW-W]]

You get up the stairs and see half of the chamber that is probably dedicated to this creature, the first thing you are faced with is a gigantic horse butt, tail idly flicking around. A number of sealed containers and crates are pushed up to the sides, a small 3d printer is on a corner, what you assume feeds this thing. And there sits the horse's head, as large as yours, and looking at you with green eyes, large green eyes and extremely plump, black lips curled into a smile as she gets a glance of you, brown fur covering her very clean form. She blows air in your direction, and you see it lightly yellow-tinged. You'd turn and cover your nose, but you don't. The hot breath sinks into your lungs, and you feel your dick shoot up like it's never shot before, a huge, verge-of-orgasm pleasure hitting you with one lungful. You have to get more. You stumble towards her, smile curling even more, a large, pink tongue slips out, hanging loose in the air and trailing some of that yellow steam. The second you're about to grab it, she pulls it back, looking at you with her huge closed lips. You sink a hand inside the meaty thing, feeling the plush lip sink to your touch, then you try to stick your face in. *SCHLUGHK-* You are rewarded by having your face pressed against horse lips that slowly part, as she sticks a pheromone-laced tongue into your body, down your throat. You seize up, the strongest orgasm of your life rocking you like a plane crash, causing you to lock up and swallow more of that tongue. It's a warmth that defies explanation, this thing shoves pleasure into you and pushes everything aside, removing any refractory period. Your leg quivers as you pull yourself forwards, but the lips lock around your body and pull you out, pushing you onto the ground. You see through twitching vision as the yellow escapes your mouth, locked in a still-going orgasm that keeps you paralyzed. (set:$ch to it +1)[[Next|CandyManure]]

The roof has to accommodate for the giant wolf upper half, a siberian-like fur flattening towards the platform his paws disappear under, tail flicking side by side as you approach it from behind. Immediately around you, you see large open tanks of food-like sludge, maybe shoddily printed rations. There's also a desk along the wolf's side, and a few tanks of oxygen next to it. The wolf has already fixated a red eye on you, maw slightly open but seemingly just staring, waiting for your move. You slowly step up to the wolf's side, noting that he is rather chubby for his kind, maybe overfed, though he doesn't look unhealthy in the least. [[Pet him|DogPet]] (if:$Teleportation is 1)[[Scratch under his chin|DogScratch]]

##Shplrrrrphh... You awaken inside of a squelching, hot and smelly mass. It's horse manure, and you can smell it from here. Pushing yourself upwards reveals that you're in a sagging bag below the horse, a shit-catch bag that is utterly filled with messy horse dung. It smells horrible, but still has that tinge of pheromones that sends your dick into overdrive again. Your suit is bulging a little on your feet by a number of orgasms you've pushed before, as you grab at the disgusting pile and push yourself up. [[Next|CandyNeutral]]

You're in the lower chamber of this small farm-like arrangement, four legs coming from the upper floor in(if:$dog is 0)[ two sets](else:)[ one set]. (if:$dog is 0)[Paws and h](else:)[H]oofs. The workers are in their hazmat suits, and seem to either not pay you mind or haven't noticed you yet. (if:$dog is 0)[[[Go to the paws|CandyPaws]]] (if:$filth is 1)[[[Eat the refuse|CandyScat]]] (if:$dog is 1)[[[Approach the hazmat workers|CandyHaz]]] [[Entrance|CandyW-W]]

The other creature has dull blue fur, and paws that could pretty much crush you in one deft move, huge and soft pads with pillows pressed under them. It seems they really care about them. [[Lift it up|CandyPaws1]] [[Back|CandyNeutral]]

You grab the huge, soft fur and lift up at the paw, finding no resistance, it just lets you move it up and closer to your face. [[Give it a lick|CandyPaws2]]

You angle the paw up and look at the black, rubbery bottom, which looks soft and inviting. Breathing in the light musk from this thing, you lean in and give the center of the paw a solid lick across its sweaty surface. The pads curl around your shoulders and head, only a little, then relax. You lick again, they don't move. You readjust yourself, grabbing the paw from the bottom and putting your mouth to one of the pads, which reciprocates by pushing to you. The taste is salty, sweaty and dirty, and you can't stop sucking on it. The paw pushes you off, causing you to stumble. But it remains hovering, above the pillow. [[Get on the pillow|CandyPaws3]]

You are about to lie down then the paw catches you by the neck, one of the small, dull claws tugging at the latex. It pushes you away. Understanding the meaning, you strip of your suit, leaving yourself naked, and approach the hovering pillar again. The paw presses against you, trails down your chest, then pokes your dick. Satisfied(?), it raises up to let you lie down, which you do, face up and with your torso on the pillow, which covers about 80% of your body. The paw comes down, slick, sweaty flesh wrapping snugly around your entire upper body, pressing a little harder against your head, before trailing down and feeling your dick around. It circles it around before squeezing it against your belly. Then it presses hard down, causing a breathless gasp to ring out of you, hands clutching to the paw as it squishes hard and holds you there. Then it slowly releases the pressure, before coming down with another pump of strong, heavy leg, squeezing your cock again. Your groans turn to moans as it starts essentially jumping on your crotch, squeezing it over and over again, pain turning to pleasure while your poor pecker is flattened over and over again. Sharp bliss pushes through you as your own orgasm surprises you, the jizz getting caught on the base of your dick before the paw rolls over it and squeezes it out. Your head drops, body exhausted as the paws raise you a bit, shaking to find any sign of life. Feeling you react a bit, it rolls you to the side and plops itself back on the pillow. [[Next|CandyNeutral]](set:$ch to it+1)

A single talon plops into your mouth from behind, causing you to gasp. The taste of bitter, warm shit permeates your tongue, and as the vulture puts his face on your other shoulder, you're already giving into their touch, as the finger slowly slides out in a bridge of brown saliva, motioning you to follow them. They are wearing an oversized pair of jeans, you know why. You follow without skipping a beat, tongue still rolling over that faint bit of refuse on your mouth, as you skip through the halls of the gym and go straight for the bathrooms. The door locks behind you, and you can already hear wet squelches, moans and plaps. Peeking around the stall shows the visage of two of the vultures grinding against the absolutely massive belly of the third one, who's idly caressing and tending to the gurgling, squelching organ. Seems they have just had a meal, and they all turn to face you with an idle smile as you appear. You hear the click behind you, door locking for good, and you're already stripping your suit, step by step approaching the few avians that don't skip their beat, now moving the large-bellied vulture until his large hips are pointing your way. The vulture that led you here grabs the gigantic diaper from your hands, and begins moving towards the one in the middle, slowly applying the contraption around them, they grab at their dirty talons as they strap the diaper on, and casually lick each sole, eliciting a shiver from you. As for the other two, they move to you eagerly, one of them locking beak on lips and kissing you deeply while the two manhandle your nipples and pull you along to the main event. You moan and reach down for an avian pecker, jacking it in ecstasy. [[Next|VultureEnd2]]

You're brought to your knees, facing one of the two vulture's cheeks and their unwashed, thick pucker, which goes against your face. You suck and lick along the gross shitter, the other vulture laying down and jacking you off with its dirty talons. You can hear squelches and shlops as the brown ass slaps aroung your cheeks and flecks more grime onto you. Minutes of this silent stunt pass, before the ass pulls back, and you are presented with the vulture with a belly, now shrunken somewhat, and with a massive, clean diaper around their ankles. The couple lift you up and sit you down on it, much fatter, nastier cheeks spurting wet farts on your face as you start to lurch forwards to make out with it, the couple stop you, and keep you seated there. You wait, feeling long and reverberating gurgles from the huge stomach, wet splats and splorts inside. You don't have to wait for long. First, a gigantic fart that stains your front half with specs of shit, and leaves a nauseating odor that you eagerly sniff. Then, the second fart is interrupted by a barrage of sloppy brown slime that flies out and splats on your hips. (color:#946800)[###FLLLRRRRBBLBLBLLRRTT...] You feel the spicy, gross scent get hotter and hotter, as a slimy turd hits your crotch and with it, the pressure starts building up. (color:#946800)[###SHPLAPLPLATPLTPLATPLAP...] The vulture closes his eyes, arms catching his cheeks and spreading them as a far massive torrent splats against your chest, very quickly your front is caked in sloppy, half-melted shitlogs that you eagerly embrace, three vultures crouching around you and scooping huge wads of it before feeding them to you. You open your mouth and feast on the bitter, hot refuse, more piling up by the second. The gut gurgles in overdrive, nowhere close to being finished, and you can feel a talon wrapping a gigantic log around your cock and jacking you off with it, causing you to bubble a moan between gulps, thrusting your hips against it. Once they're happy with your meal, they cram hot, fresh turds into your mouth and fucking them with large avian peckers, turning your face into a shitty fleshlight. You jizz from the rough treatment, but your cum gets lost on the pile. (color:#946800)[###Blub... Shhhhrplurrpt...] The shitter comes to a lull in pressure, there's already enough to pile up around your hips, with a built up mountain around your front. [[Let yourself be turned into a toilet|VultureEndShit]] [[Crawl into the shitter|VultureEndVore]]

The second cock enters your throat, padded by soft, sloppy dung, as you're letting lose another load into the pile. By now the mound is up to your stomach, and rising with each of the building logs. Vultures moan and make out on the back, feeding the fat-assed crap-birther more of his own reserve while he increases the pase. (color:#946800)[###BLLRRBLLORRRTTBLLRRTTT...] You're up to your chest in a sea of crap, feeling your arms wading through it while the last vulture unloads another batch of sticky, browned-over jizz in you. You raise your arms to cram another log, but see your hands slough off in front of you, turned into more of the gigantic pile. The birds crowd around you, watching your dumbfounded, shitty smile, grabbing handfuls of slop and squeezing them into your ears. Your world stops becoming this stall, and starts becoming brown, steaming, stinking brown. (color:#946800)[###Sqqqquueeeeelllchhhh...] Your gravity flips a little as you see the vultures grabbing onto the far ends of the massive diaper and start tying it on. You can only see with a happy, slime-smeared smile as your fleshy coffin approaches you, and with a very slight squelch, seals you into darkness. A massive ass squishes you against much more sludge, except that your limbs don't hang out of the trap, your mouth remains open as you swallow more and more dung, feeling your brain melt into shit itself, more of the birds' own reserve. Your throat relaxes and takes in humongous amounts, but it just goes back into the pile, since your body is pretty much one with its surroundings. Your orgasm lasts for much, much longer, and then you realize that this is the life of your orgasm, left hanging by the thread of your own pleasure, before a bubble takes away the last bit of sentience you have. --- (color:#946800)[###BLUP!] A huge bubble pops at the top of the diaper's insides, as the vultures are grinding and unloading much more jizz onto the top of a brown-stained, absolutely bloated diaper. This thing keeps growing with each squelch from the fatass vulture, who is at the same time jizzing into his shitty clothing. A knock on the door resonates, and interrupts the atmosphere briefly. Two vultures perk up and slowly walk towards it. "Hey! Human, some other people want to use the bathroom, you know? There's like, six stalls in there." The vulture on the left smiles as it holds a large, leaking log on one hand, approaching the door with the other. [[Next|VultureShit]]

Mouth open, you reach forwards and shlorp out of the pile, opening the rubbery rim and spearing yourself in it. Your mouth opens up and eagerly licks alongside the scat-smeared walls of this vulture's bowels, and you feel six hands behind you push you deeper and deeper, forcing the backed-up shit to pull back. When you angle your mouth forwards, all of the shit pours into you with increased pressure, subjecting your tongue to pounds of vulture manure that flow through you and sloppily squeeze out your backdoor, alongside a couple of cumshots. You'd groan, moan, or breathe, if you weren't so busy swallowing hot crap. There comes a point where you sag down an organ, swimming in more liquid shit, arms moving but finding nothing at all, lost in a sea of brown. You gulp and gulp, but after a while realize that oxygen is not necessary... And so you float, among the huge pile of filthy waste you chose to make your home. Deep inside a vulture's shit-infested bowels, you settle, pushed up to a nook in the intestinal passage where you won't get pushed out, you hump the walls like a greedy little slut, forever stuck inside of this vulture until they choose you serve better in brown. --- Fully pamped, the fat-assed vulture slowly lifts up, hoisting his sagging gut and supporting himself on the sink before letting lose an abhorrent (color:#946800)[###FLARRRRRRPPPTTT...] The other vultures finish tying the diaper snugly around, squeezing their dicks against the soggy fabric and kissing eachother with the few logs they kept from their brother. Another fart echoes, but it's utterly drowned in bubbling scat, the diaper now pressed along the ground. The vulture sits on the diaper, sighing as he squeezes his ass left and right, feeling it splat and squelch in its surroundings. [[Next|VultureShit]]

(go-to:"VultureShit2")

(color:#946800)[###(either:"FLORPT.","SHPLBBBTT...","Glorp.","Squeeeeelch.","Flrpt... flllllrrrrrrrrbbbttt...","Pprrrt.","Pssshhlorrp","PPPPPRRRRRRBBTTT...","Shplop")] =><= You're vulture shit now. ###(color:#c20013)[GAME OVER]

(go-to:"SkunkEnd3")

(color:#d456f0)[###(either:"FLORPT.","FLRRRPT","Guuuurrrrrgle...","Squeeeeelch.","Flrpt... flllllrrrrrrrrbbbttt...","Pprrrt.","Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...","PPPPPRRRRRRBBTTT...","Shplop")] (color:#d456f0)["(either:"Guhh, fuck.","Ahhh","Mmmnnnhn","nnm...","...","...","...","...","...",)"] =><= You're skunk fat now. ###(color:#c20013)[GAME OVER]

(color:"e6e6e6")[###(either:"Splurt.","Plap plap plap plap plap plap...","PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!","Shlip shlip shlip...","Splllrrrrtch... Frrrpt","Pprrrt.","Ssssshlip!","Glurp.","Plap plap plap.")] =><= You're a jizz-filled rat now. ###(color:#c20013)[GAME OVER]

(go-to:"RatGameOver3")

The second you get to the top of the stairs, you can smell the very perfume that drops all worries, turning your dick into a faucet. The horse girl is already staring right at you, this time pulling her tail up and revealing her large monster truck-tire asshole, which eagerly beckons you. You don't spend a second more, taking off your suit and wrapping your arms against the plush thing, feeling the hot sweat squelch like a sopping sponge. You wrap your mouth around the flesh and squeeze your dick into the hole, it pulsing and tightening around your mast, causing you to huff into horse ass. The butt contracts for a second, pulling back and causing you to arc towards it as your cock is pulled with it. ###FLRRRRRRRRBBBBRRLRTTT... Grabbing onto the rim for dear life, you feel hot air push straight against you, the same pheromones now blasting you like a shotgun and flinging a violent orgasm against your own face, then a second orgasm. By the time 10 seconds of farts have passed, you're gasping for breath, on your knees, spurting your third nut as your head sinks into the lower part of her donut, which wraps around you tenderly. Exhaustion starts to catch up to you, and the donut pulls you up and into her depths. You don't resist being dragged into a horse's ass, up to your ankles while the soft button closes before your feet and keeps you anchored like a moaning, jizzing buttplug. [[Next|CandyManure]]

There's massive bags, filled to the brim with still-steaming horse shit on the back, freshly pulled out of the device below her tailhole. You open a bag and almost immediately push yourself to it, humping the pile without a hint of shame while gorging on the bitter, hot meal. You gulp audibly, coated in brown while the trace of her pheromones spreads through you and elicits a messy cumshot against brown slime. Then another. Then a third one. By the time you're reaching your fourth, you're pistoning in and out like a caveman, utterly covered in brown as your cock tenses and shoots more white into brown. You pass out with a mouthful of dung. (set:$ch to it +2)[[Next|CandyNeutral]]

You run a hand across his belly, by the time you get to his actual body you're arm-deep in fur, rubbing back towards his back, then running two hands down. His tension fades a little, his body pushes against you, unwillingly asking for more. His face does not stop facing you, still curious to your presence. [[Leave|CandyNeutral]]

You approach the head, which is much more menacing from this angle, and slowly extend a hand. The wolf looks at it, then starts sniffing you in general. Something causes him to stop, and drastically change onto a much friendly demeanor, as he pants and lifts up to allow easy access to his neck. You start scratching with both arms, pushing down to the back of his neck, as his eyes trail up and close in a moment of enjoyment. Then they open, tongue lulling down and draping across your face. You spit as some of the thick drool leaks onto your mouth, hot, slippery appendage rubbing across your head and torso. You pull out from the scratch to try and move the tongue out of the way, when it slips down and grabs onto your knees, jaw snapping forwards and clamping your heels. Whatever protest you were gonna do, is rendered null as you're snatched from the ground, lifting up in a wonderful flip as the wolf tosses you in the air, maw wide open and revealing giant folds of dog throat, draped in bridges of saliva, before you inevitable plunge deep into him. *Ghh-lurp!!* [[Next|DogVore]]

Roomy passages squish and squelch against your face, easily coating you in a sticky layer of hot saliva as your sopping form reaches a bend in the tunnel, curling pitifully in an uncomfortable half-prone stance. You groan weakly as an arm tries to find solid bottom to push the rest of your body with. ***GHLURK!*** You're tossed back, shoved deeper into dog guts, tumbling until you get wedged in an extremely tight intestinal passage, which begins pulsating and dragging you deeper. Every time you try to get a hold or push yourself in one direction, the muscles splat you against more drool-infested walls. (set:$Teleportation to 0)[[Next|DogVore2]]

You start grabbing a hold of your teleporter, bringing it in front of you and feeling for the buttons, since you're in darkness. The chamber squeezes you a little more, forcing you to croak like a mouse as you're compressed into a sopping pillar of human. Then, they lax once more, loud squishes from all around you. You feel for the teleporter and start inputting the sequence. ...Maybe this is a bad idea. [[Use the teleporter|DogVoreTP]]

You hit the button, and wince... Nothing happens. *GHLRK!* You're shoved into a spacious stomach, tumbling and squelching your face in an acrid pile of slime, having to peel yourself off. You lost the teleporter, so you start to pat the slimy ground in search of it, frantically feeling for it. You spot something towards the back, where you emerged from, a dull blue glow that illuminates the enormous chamber you're in slightly, huge strands of white slime everywhere like cobwebs. You can also see the exact opposite tunnel that would lead deeper into the wolf. The light convulses more and more, as if winding up for something. [[Go for the teleporter|DogVoreTP2]] [[Go deeper inside|DogLeaf]]

You start to run towards it, falling on a puddle and slamming your body against wet flesh, before standing back up and reaching for the small hole it's wedged in. Pulling it off reveals it has some sort of activation period, and the bar is almost full. Grabbing onto it, you go onto the center of the stomach, where there's the most empty space, and feel the sinking feeling in your gut start to transpire. *FLP!* The teleportation sequence finishes, you feel the gut you're on violently jostle left and right, sending you against gross, slippery walls that tumble you and drench you in more of it. You lose your sense of gravity as you're shoved through a few tight passages, butt-first, pressed tight and almost flattened between organs. A deep *Glrrrrrk* resonates from right below you, before you splat against cold floor, watching the light of the room through a huge layer of spit. Wiping yourself, you find that you're in the hub room! Except, that there's a huge wolf next to you, partially collapsing a little of the passageway to one of the rooms. He looks at you for a second, before lurching his head back, gagging to himself, and... ***PHEAGHK!!*** You're pelted by a big balled up latex suit, absolutely drenched in drool, as you just now realize you're completely naked, visibly steaming from the heaping amounts of thick fluid. You try to get up, but fall back down, pinned by a huge wolf tongue that squelches you onto the floor, flattening you momentarily before it starts to bounce on your crotch at a steady rhythm. The incredibly soft, slippery rug squishes until your dick gets wedged between the folds, and then you really start to see stars. Pleasure overwhelms you as your back arches and your toes curl. You unload right there and then, receiving a blowjob from an immense wolf that, almost sensing this, disengages from you, giving you an additional lick and walking towards one of the larger tunnels leading towards the mall. That might be a problem. [[Next|DogHub]]

You find a momentary lack of movement, where the guts sit still, and you run, fall, and crawl towards the opposite end of the wolf, fitting yourself and worming through guts. You don't have to move for long, as the intestinal passage seems to pick you from its own accord and shove you deeper, deeper until you reach a wider chamber with a single small ring. You fit both arms around it and manage to pierce through it, feeling the cold air around your hand and pushing yourself until the hole gapes, and down you go. You plap on the floor, soggy and exhausted, and start seeing blue. Looking back up at the close-and-personal perspective of wolf ass, you see a blue light come from it and illuminating you directly, as if looking for you. You feel your chest give in for a moment and... *Flpt!* [[Next|DogLeaf2]]

(set:$Teleportation to 1)(display:"Hub")(set:$dog to 1)

You appear in a massive, cold, dark hallway, your suit slowly lighting up to show you the large, expansive chamber. It's a railway for the transportation vessel, so you're between posts. It must have been a fluke, because you seem to be nowhere near the hub, and everywhere you look, you see dark tunnels stretching into either direction. The teleporter is not on you, and your suit seems to have a hard time lighting up around you, like some sort of interference prevents it from acting correctly. Looking up, you can see a loose, wireframe-like outline of the wolf, looming over you but static. It's right in front of you, and kind of sliding along with your form. [[North|DogPaw]] [[South|DogBackPaw]]

You start heading North, keeping a close eye on the strange apparition above you, which tracks you loosely, but starts to lose momentum. It's starting to become more opaque the more you walk, so you hurry your pace, almost past the two huge front legs that you are now walking through. A little electrical hum is all you hear, and then the beginning stages of teleportation. #SHLLRP Your world is utterly rocked, head forced upwards and insides stretched like clay. Your torso expands and so does everything down from there, as you feel a gigantic wolf paw be shunted inside of you, spearing you obscenely like a sock, legs trailing below. You flail around, the huge wolf confused and stepping around trying to gather its surroundings and squishing your lower half, stepping on and splatting it until it's pretty much a uniform, latex-covered mush of human. You reflexively gurgle as your insides are turned into a housing, possibly permanent, for an oversized paw; Saliva trails around your cheeks as you are unable to see, and can only feel your lower half be squeezed with each confused step, the little nub that was your dick spurting a pitiful little orgasm that is coaxed from both shock... and your depraved little chip. Your arms grab at the obscene bulge in your throat and chest, cupping the bulging paws on your belly, your permanent fate. The taste of wolf fur is something you're going to have to get used to, since your life is dedicated to being a wriggling wolf sock. He seems to be mostly oblivious to this, occasionally wriggling the one paw like something is stuck to it, eliciting a half-fallen latex suit to whip around, and a stumpy lower half to wriggle as a human pitifully tries to struggle. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1kgUNVz9YZUvU-SqjXoIoE1EkJULcymnU" style=width:300px;height:300px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }>

You turn and start heading towards the south side, keeping an eye on the tracks more than the end of the tunnel, since the tracks provide a little more guideline. This was probably the correct route, as you can start to see some light towards the far, far back of the bend, maybe an access route you can get to. Hopeful, you double your pace, still weirded out by the hologram of a static, oversized wolf following above you. You can see that his hind paws are right in front of you, and you try to run to see if you can beat them. A little electrical hum is all you hear, and then the beginning stages of teleportation. ###THUMPH! You are rocked back, kicked by a now material paw appearing in front of you and with opposite momentum. You land and tumble, ending prone on your belly, looking behind you, you see a massive paw lifting with the added confusion of a discombobulated wolf frantically feeling for its surroundings. And that's what you see, because next thing you know... #WHUMP!!! WHUMP-STUMP-THUMPTHUMP... Your upper body splats into a thin paste, vision going blurry and sound a faint sense on the back, with your mouth tasting the cold metal below you, you can almost feel the pancake like form your upper self was turned into. The more the wolf steps, the more you are ground into a fine, thin pad for the paws, lower body flopping behind and keeping pace. The hard, impossibly heavy ground stops weighing, as the paw is lifted, and through your squelched vision and the glowing suit, you can see a little bit of a wolf head facing you, an eye focusing on you for a second before the paw slowly scrapes along the ground, trying to peel you off. It does peel something off, your suit, at least the front of it, as the gigantic impacts of soft canine flesh utterly destroyed whatever proofing seal it once had, the shredded thing is left behind and your naked, half-there body flops freely. The wolf examines his paw again, and, seeing you once more, slowly puts the paw back down. Your legs twitch as another few tons of wolf are applied to your upper half, still turned into a pancake that fits around the soft paws. Your dick twitches with every stomp, leaving a snail-like trail of precum every time you're squeezed. There's a loooong way to go, especially considering the wolf is heading the cardinally opposite way you were going, and your lustful expression only gets more and more permanent as your upper half gets more compressed. Your only reaction to your orgasm is toes flexing between steps. As for the wolf, he seems to have mostly gotten used to you, maybe you're more comfortable than stepping on cold metal with a naked paw. Maybe you're also a little comfortable with serving such a huge entity, too.

"Wait, that's the human that fucking teleported Jirard." One arm clamps on your shoulder, and a leg sweeps one of yours, you're roughly thrown to the ground, with both figures looming you. The wide hazmat suits surround you as one of them undoes a latch on its back, and the other retrieves a transparent helmet. "Think he'll be enough to do a conversion?" "Nope. But I think a broken in human sells big. Especially for Bernard." Two huge black and white, poofy tails emerge from their backs, both of them retrieving thick, transparent tubes, which get attached to the helmet. They're skunk tails. You start thrashing, but with three knees on your back, you're pretty starved for choice, you can only wriggle as a hand pins your head down and attaches the helmet to you. (text-style:"blurrier")["Done, let's let loose"] ##(text-color:#9cd973)[**FLLLRRRRRRPPPPPHHPHPHPPPT**] You hear it resonate through the air-tight thing connected to you, and almost immediately, the transparent nature is tarnished a very deep green. You hold your breath, head immediately feeling the heat of the skunks' produce hovering around you, a few more farts increasing the density of the green until you can literally not see anymore. A minute passes. (text-style:"blurrier")["Oh he's holding it. Let's just go ahead and pump some more then."] ##(text-color:#9cd973)[**BLRRRRRRRRPPPPHTTTTT...**] Lungs ache, green gets opaque, air gets much hotter. You can literally not hold it any more. You were about to inhale, but your chip fizzles, and you take a gigantic lungful of air, seeing the fat green fumes flow into your nostrils until there's nothing left. The eye-watering stench that goes through you is enough to knock seven elephants down, and yet here you are, convulsing as the disgusting skunk farts imprint upon your lungs like tar, causing your head to pull back and back to arc. Your brain turns to mush, like someone just scooped it out of you, eyelids drooping as your tongue hangs loose and dull green smoke flows out of you. You're naked, even though you don't recall being undressed, and you're in a different room altogether, the two creatures in hazmat suits now removing their helmets and displaying their very skunk-like heads, as they dress you up in a tighter dark latex suit. You're about to struggle, when some more gas seeps into you and elicits a spray of jizz to fly up in the air. The skunks laugh, but you can't hear it, head beet red and hands grasping at nothing as they secure the suit on you, taking out the helmet. The suit offers a full face mask that deprives all senses, with the exception of the filtered tubing on your nose. So begins your new life of being broken in through the span of several months of skunk farts.

To say that this place has been scavenged is an understatement, anything that would indicate the purpose of the room is the sign that's half covered in moss: "Artillery". The inside only sports a large metallic table that's built into the room, with a number of separate open cylinders that are built as a straight path to the front of the ship. Usually machines do the loading of these shells, but the machines appear to have been ripped out. (if:$womy is <2)[Besides from ivy growing out of the ground, there's a little dark-purple worm-like thing wriggling on one of the cannons. It seems to chirp and squeak, happy to see you.](if:$womy is 2)[Taking a bit of the cannon space is the larger-than-before purple worm that chitters as it detects your presence, maw wide open facing you.](if:$womy is 3)[This guy is chunky, almost an entire foot in length from head to tail, with 4 or so inches of thickness.] [[Leave|GunnerJungle]] (if:$womy is <3)[[[Feed it|womy]]](if:$womy is >2)[[[Approach it|WomySpec]]]

Your worst suspicion doesn't prove to be real, as most if not all of the ammunition of this place has been cleared out, making this terribly-circuited place a little bit safer. This bay is, as expected, huge: With a whole 300 feet of empty shelves and storage space, all of it overgrown into a bit of a closed off jungle of greenery. A few pigs lay here, munching on what seems to be a deficient printer meant to generate ammo. Whatever they've been consuming seems to have been overfeeding them. There's also a horse, well groomed and tied to a post, and a couple of lanterns illuminating this section. Any more darkness and you'd think this was a swamp. (if:$bull is not "digest")[A bull lays here on a small beach chair, seemingly asleep and with a piece of hay sticking out of his mouth. All he has is a yellowed jockstrap barely concealing his bulging junk.](if:$bull is "digest")[(if:$filth is 1)[A huge pile of the bull's remains still stands near the center of the room, right next to the beach chair.]] [[Leave|GunnerJungle]] [[Look at the pigs|Pigs]] (if:$bull is not "digest")[[[Look at the bull|Bull]]](if:$bull is "digest")[(if:$filth is 1)[[[Look at the pile|BullScat2]]]]

The alignment room, where weapons are calibrated both digitally and mechanically, has suffered a very extreme makeover since you last saw it, with a number of sliding doors that seem to be locked until they pick up the signal from your key. Inside, there are two anthropomorphic lizards that are on still-working computers, naked from the waist down. Your gaze, however, goes to the huge line up on the back wall, the hind-ends of what seem to be eight or so oversized cows and bulls, their back legs occasionally moving while their tails flick. There's a large pump put against one of the cow's big ass, and a few of them have huge udders sticking out from the bottom, with a couple of buckets stacked to one side. (text-color:#31b56c)["Pah. Human. Leave, or your dumb little boyfriend will find us."] (text-color:#9bdeb9)["No, no. This is great opportunity for progress."] (text-color:#31b56c)["You are suicidal, we are not in machine whitelist."] (text-color:#9bdeb9)["Human. Please, please, take your pick. Do not worry, they are docile and happy to be used."] The better postured lizard motions to the back wall, a number of desks nearby as well as a couple of cameras on tripods, facing the various butts ahead. One of the cows has a bench in front of it, for better positioning. There's also an empty hole where one of these bovines would go, with a switch next to it. [[Fuck a cow|CowFuck]] [[Rim a cow|CowRim]] [[Take the huge cow|CowBig]] [[Hit the switch|Udders]] [[Leave|GunnerJungle]]

(if:$womy is 0)[You rip a little bit of plant matter from the ground and lift it over to the wriggling, hand-sized worm, its maw is pretty big, like half of its body splits open slowly to take in the green. It doesn't chew, just swallows the whole thing down. It... doesn't seem like enough mass to really add much to him.(set:$womy to 1) [[Leave|GunnerJungle]]](else-if:$womy is >0)[(if:$womy is 1)[You take another bit of plant matter, and though it seems to have grown a few inches in size, discard the idea. Maybe if you had something bigger to give it?](else-if:$womy is 2)[It's bigger now, about 5 inches and a little fatter than before.] (if:$cockT is 1)[ Feed it one of the wriggling cocks](if:$latexT is >0)[ Feed it one of latex balls] [[Leave|GunnerJungle]] (click-replace:"Feed it one of the wriggling cocks")[ With one finger slowly propping its maw open, you slowly put the oversized dildo within its slimy opening, watching it slowly stretch until it wrapped itself fully around the shaft, and it bit-by-bit gulps it down one inch at a time. It's a spectacle, especially when you see the dick quiver and deliver a massive load that bulges the back of the worm. It doesn't stop its efforts, though.(set:$womy to it+1)(set:$cockT to it-1) ] (click-replace:"Feed it one of latex balls")[You take one of the oversized melon-sized balls of dense latex, and slowly put it in front of the little thing. Squeezing one of the edges, you make it small enough for it to bite into it, which it does, and slowly drags it inside. It takes a few minutes, but it shoves enough of the mass where lifting its maw makes the rest of the large bag slide on its own. You're fairly sure that the worm is 90% latex now.(set:$womy to it+1)(set:$latexT to it -1)] ]

(set:$traploc to "Latex")(display:"Trap") You start hearing a small, squelching sound towards one of the ends, and keeping the trap at a clearing, take cover behind the elvator pillar. [[Next|CryoTrap2]]

A minute or so passes, before you hear whirrs, clicks and slams. Poking your head to check, you find an extremely shaky box, that sloooowly settles into a mostly-still rectangle, which falls apart to reveal a steaming, sealed balloon of latex. You nab it. (set:$latexT to it + 1)[[Next|CryoCrank]]

The squishing of something heavy and blubbery only gets closer, and you can only feel your extremely tight form wriggle as you try to get the latex around you to give. All you can hear is your body squeaking. The squelch gets louder, you feel sweat trailing down your form. Like going into a warm pool, your surroundings change in temperature, and the floor leaves your bottom, as you're now floating in space, still tightly bound. The surroundings get tighter, and tighter. Like air is being sucked out of this bubble, you feel your cheeks compress along with your shoulders, hands, all getting impossibly close to one another. There's a point where the pressure breaks something within your pain receptor and you stop feeling tightness, only heat all around you. Blind as you are, you feel two oversized fingers pluck you by your sides, but you are unable to get any movement out. --- *Schlorp.* The amorphous blob plucks an arm into its body, retrieving a small, melon shaped egg-like ball of lighter latex, dripping a little bit of the blob's insides as it sinks one of the fingers into the ball, and it slightly hisses. Cutting into it, the two fingers holding onto the ball angle it a little away as the thing's surface is split in half. Out of it, a pink, fleshy blob slaps down with a dense squish, a compacted human that's been compressed into an oversized pill, feet wriggling while pressed onto a human butt, as it settles a little and steams. The entity slowly grabs the wriggling thing, turning it to face the head, a mostly still-there human expression of both lust and frozen surprise, lower half slowly sinking down while the flattened dick between the legs quivers and throbs. The blob doesn't spend more time staring at it, it just plops the pill shaped human into its huge mass, a little bit of white trickling down his dick, the last of the human that'll come out.

This big fella is slowly wriggling, tail flicking side to side, as the eyeless maw faces you, wide open, bridges of saliva trickling down into a small puddle. It seems eager. [[Put your dick in it|WomyFuck]] [[Put your arm in it|WomyArm]] [[Put your legs in it|WomyVore]]

Taking off the suit until it reaches your crotch, you flop out your dick and grab at the worm, its slick, smooth skin lightly giving in to your touch as you angle it towards you, and plop your dick in front of it. It's maw tentatively opens and squeezes around you. Hot, slick flesh wraps tightly, and the more it gulps, the more pleasure you get, as it gives you the slowest, tightest squeeze you've felt. Worked up, you hurry the pace by thrusting until its toothless maw is against your balls and belly, and you start panting. You can usually last fairly long, not with this fleshlight, as you're already jizzing less than a minute into the affair, hands grabbing at the happy worm as it gulps your produce down to the last drop, muscles circling around your cock and squeezing everything. Your moan marks the last jet of cum. ...Fuck it, it feels too good. You start tugging at it, trying to overcome the overstimulation and giving the short thrusts into the fleshy thing. It still gulps, causing you to heave in both discomfort and quickly building lust. Your balls tense up again, this fucking thing feels so good that you're nutting before you started feeling pleasure again. The orgasm decks you, leaving you momentarily locked in a half-conscious state. ***SsssssSHHLOP!*** You disengage after some relentless tugging, watching your beet-red dick slip out, absolutely caked in worm saliva as you breathe and compose yourself. [[Next|womy]]

You take a knee and bring your arm up, slowly cupping the worm's head until it slowly opens its head reflexively. From this perspective its thick bridges of saliva give out a faintly audible squelch when it opens, revealing a spacious, strangely undulating set of slippery insides that tighten and expand every second. Fingers first, you start shoving your hand into it, feeling rippling, strong muscles tug and relax in a rhythm. You shove a little deeper, feeling the maw clamp on a little to your wrist, then as you push more, you get yourself elbow deep, now feeling your palm hitting the spacious back-end of the worm. The hot, squishy insides feel remarkably comfortable, and as you cup for the walls, you feel a tiny little hole, which you use your pinky to press against. You see your finger erupting from its back. A small, stretchy hole that now that you look at it, stretches much more than you initially thought. You slowly retract your hand, feeling muscles resist and try to drag the arm back to the very back. But with your current hold, all it takes is half a minute of methodical pulling, as well as prying the maw that clamps down on you. You retrieve your arm absolutely drenched in its internal goop, your hand in particular coated in a very sticky and sagging fluid that you have to wipe for a bit before your hand is functional. [[Next|womy]]

You climb up onto the spacious, tube-shaped opening, doffing your suit and grabbing the worm up with both arms, lifting it and looking it over. It faces you and opens its maw, almost like its smiling. Putting it down in front of you, you angle one foot and slowly prod its face with it until the maw is wide open. Shoving your fat toe inside, you put your other foot inside and methodically push while grabbing with your hand, with a few squelches, your two feet enter a sticky, humid warmth that makes you sigh a little, dick throbbing the slightest bit at the sensation. You feel the jaws push past your heel, and after that, both legs slip inside until they reach some 5 inches past them, not quite at knee level, but the warm confines more than make up for the lack of length. You stay there for a moment, sighing as you grab your clearly excited dick and start idly jacking off, slipping one finger into the open maw and seeing some of its sticky saliva trail onto your digit. Some 10 minutes or so of slow masturbation pass before you feel yourself near your edge. You flex your toes inside the tiny predator as you feel your dick pulse and let a few jets of cum coat your belly. You throw your head back as the pleasure overcomes you, letting you into the fuzzy, happy space that envelops you. Panting a little, you start to pull one of the feet away, realizing it's pretty glued to its back portion, where the stickier juices remain. You are about to lean forwards and grab it, when it clamps down a little and you feel a thin thing slide into one of your calves, like a thin little tooth. Your muscles freeze and then relax back slightly. You blink in surprise, suddenly lacking the strength to reach the worm, toes wriggling and fingers curling in slowly-mounting fear. $ber["Oh, I wouldn't freak out if I were you, you still have plenty of chance to escape."] Your vision trails to the door to your left, as a familiar bird is leaning on the doorway, a bit more clothed in what seems to be green camo, with a rifle hanging on his back. $ber["Well don't let me stop you from having your fun."] He sits on the table next to your spot, slowly taking his boots off while putting the weapon down next to him. He's curiously staring at the worm as it gulps more and more, even though there's nothing to gulp. $ber["I'm surprised you manage to fatten her up as much as you did. What did you feed her, anyways?"] He hops down, and plucks a hand at the far-end of the cannon loader, into the darkness, before retrieving some loose scraps of latex, as well as some bits of cloth. $ber["...Interesting. I assume that these others weren't you, then."] He grabs at a little bit of fur on one of the clothed bits, before staring back at you. Sitting back on the table, he props both oversized talons on the loading zone right next to your face, just as you start managing to move your arms. $ber["It's a very weak poison, we tend to concentrate it after extraction. You made this girl quite big, I'm very happy you did, by the way."] Two(if:$musk is 1)[ sweaty] talons go to your face, causing you to wince as you weakly try and pull them off. He chuckles as your arm connects to his leg, and you feel something poke your arm. Looking to it, you see him with his rifle aimed at point-blank against your shoulder, as he pulls the trigger and a thin needle goes into it. **Now** is when your body goes limp, eyes trailing to the bird as he squishes your cheeks with both talons, a grin on his face. $ber["That's what a concentrated mixture does."] You feel yourself drool, and your gray-feathered companion plugs that leak up, shoving one, then two, then all three talons into your mouth. You'd gurgle, or resist in any way, but you're pretty much powerless in your own body, as the bird looks down at your white-painted belly. [[Next|WomyVore2]]

$ber["Ah, so that's the reason for this, you just wanted a quick fap. Well, I'm afraid the worst has happened, and you're fused."] Your shocked reaction is impossible to notice, as large avian toes play with your tongue and slowly squish on your leftover jizz. (if:$musk is 1)[You can taste the grimy claws, and the smell starts to seep into your nose, unwashed bird feet eagerly tossing your tongue around like its a floormat.] You feel your propped-up form lurch an inch forwards, and look down as the worm has swallowed a bit more, impossible considering how stretched it already was. $ber["Did I ever tell you how prized humans are? Living batteries, is what we call them, so full of energy, and... heh..."] One foot squishes against your throbbing dick, smearing it in your previous orgasm. $ber["...Spunk. You're a veritable source of energy, it's why I keep many of you still around, powering things and... keeping myself happy and up to shape. Law of conservation does dictate that they won't last forever, though."] He rubs a little more at your pecker, causing a moan to gurgle out of you, while toes push a little deeper into your throat. The worm moves a couple of inches more, now definitely reaching your knees. $ber["Ah, well, here I go talking your ears off. You're going to make her very happy, and in turn give us a lot of her produce. So I can't be disappointed. Only a little upset that I didn't get to you first."] Your dick throbs, pulses, and pushes out another batch of jizz, one that bernard quickly moves towards, beak locking around your dick to taste every single drop. Your eyes trail up, foot disengaging from your mouth too. You can only murmur some lose attempts at words. He sucks you dry, causing you to moan as much as you can. Your upper body falls on the platform as you're pushed a few inches more by the worm, little nub of a tail wriggling left and right. The bird moves back, hand ruffling your hair as he stares at the worm, and smiles at you. (if:$filth is 1)[*FFFFLLLRRRPT...* You see a large, dense purple fume exit the worm's back, and Bernard cocks his head as he stares at it, prodding behind the worm with his rifle before lifting it up and presenting you with the slimy, brown trail emerging from the worm's back. It's you, your feet turned into a disgusting brown slop. You'd panic, if you weren't sedated still, as he puts his rifle back down and hops onto the platform.](else:)[*RRrrrrggglee....* You see the worm jostle left and right, causing you to lose more body, as Bernard slowly walks up to the worm and squishes his quickly fattening sides. It doesn't take a genius to realize that this thing has turned your feet into its mass, and is quickly moving up to keep going.] Your vision trails again, as two bird feet land on your face, and bird hips land against your battered dick. You moan, feeling squelching, big toes slap across your entire head. He doesn't say a word, he just moves back and squishes your dick against his oversized, avian cock. With a grin, he starts jacking the two of you off. The worm pushes much further in, now up to your thighs. Your arms lazily lift, first to try and push the feet off, then to Bernard's thighs, then to caress the soles, mouth opening with a little bit of willpower, so you can taste more. Your third orgasm rocks you, but your body can't really react, you can't thrust your hips or do anything other than feel your cum pumped out of you. The bird disengages from you, hopping back down and looking over your half-eaten form while he finishes off, orgasm coating your face in his seed. You have enough power on your arms to wipe your face, looking around the room and not finding Bernard anywhere, only the gun on the table, and his boots on the ground. Gasping, you put all of your will into shoving yourself forwards, managing to gather enough momentum to leave yourself hanging from the base, hands touching the steel floor. You start swinging to and from the table, until you get your hand to slap on the table and grab the (if:$filth is 1)[shit-end of the ]rifle, the butt of it slapping your face. [[Next|WomyVore3]]

*Shlourrp* You are hoisted up, now hips utterly enveloped by an engorged worm, who is now much fatter than before. You grunt as you see your dick squished up by a roomy worm maw, pressed against your belly. You lift up the rifle, aim it at the worm, and click. Nothing happens, so you grab at the bolt and pull it back, seeing it eject an empty cartridge. Aiming again, you pull the trigger, and see the needle sink into the worm. You feel a glimmer of hope grabbing at the bolt and pulling it back to ready another shot. The worm stops swallowing, lifts its maw and shoves another thin little prodding needle into you. Your body goes limp, this time no control over anything, not even fingers. Upper half pitifully slaps against the metal wall of this platform, hoisted up little by little as a croak is all that escapes your form, now up to the sternum in worm. (if:$filth is 1)[You hear another *SPllrrrpt*, and see a mountain of brown shit fall from the opposite side, your remains spewed in real time as you're absorbed and discarded, forced to watch it.] Gurgles and groans emerge from the much fatter worm. Nothing you can do. Armpits next, arms curling above, then neck and arms, then your vision is replaced with slobber-filled worm. Your uppper half is quickly sent into the abyss of the worm. Your dick spews another orgasm, your life as a prey marked in the pleasure felt by you being eaten. Your open mouth rubs against slime, worm slobber trickling into your throat as you have no power to even close it. When the jaws clamp shut, a little smile emerges from you, hips not felt, or anything else, as you're slowly absorbed to make for a very happy, engorged predator. --- (if:$filth is 1)[***PPPLLLLRRRRRRPPPTT...*** Another mountain of fresh shit emerges from the worm's engorged backside.] Its belly gurgles and its plump behind slaps against the bottom metal a few times as the specimen feels up its much girthier and denser form, before slowly slapping down with a meaty thud, onto the ground. It lands with its head against one of the two bird boots, slowly starting to press itself forwards. It has a long way to go before its able to make a good amount of distance, but with its previous human meal, it has more than enough to last for several years.

(set:$code to (prompt:"What's the code?",""))(if:$code is "HOTDOG")[*Beep!* The door slides open, and you step inside. (display:"GunnerPre0")]

(display:"Hall")

(set:$HubPass to(prompt:"It requires a password.",""))(if:$HubPass is "HOTDOG")[(display:"GunnerPre0")](else:)[Seems the password was incorrect.]

You slowly walk to the large cow behind, grabbing the small bench and putting it a little closer. One of the lizards puts a clipboard on a nearby desk and sits down, clicking a button that causes the nearest camera to swivel towards you. A little hesitant, you start taking off your suit, revealing your naked form as your already-hard dick pokes out, and you hang the suit by your butt, stepping up onto the bench. Grabbing the furry cheeks and parting them aside reveal the large(if:$filth is 1)[, shit-stained] puffy cow hole already winking. The two hind legs position themself a little closer, and the thing backs itself against you, wrapping your dick in soft, rubbery insides. (if:$filth is 1)[Thick, hot slime coats your cock in brown. ]You moan to yourself as you feel the heat, one hand clutching onto the cow while you slowly settle onto a rhythm. You have to bat away the small tail flicking at your nose once in a while, starting to speed up your thrusts as you ride that fountain of pleasure, voluptuous hind slapping every time you hilt, hole tugging at you and milking you thoroughly. You throw your head back, locked in a moment of pure ecstasy, drooling a little as your dick throbs and delivers its payload into the docile creature, causing you to pant and slowly throw yourself forwards, head supported on the wall above you. The tail flicks some more, and the hole squeezes around your dick, so you pull out(if:$filth is 1)[, with a lewd squelch that brings a shit-covered rod with a little bit of white on the end. You slowly step down while the cow hind blasts a nasty jizz-riddled fart that coats you in brown and white alike]. The uninterested lizard throws a tattered towel on your face. [[Leave|GunnerJungle]]

You walk towards one of the cows(if:$musk is 1)[ giving it a smell and confirming that this is definitely a farm animal, if its intense smell has anything to indicate]. The tail swishes left and right, maybe anticipating the interaction, or maybe its just you. Wrapping your arms on the inside of its cheeks, you slowly part them to reveal a glistening cow hole(if:$filth is 1)[, caked in bridges of brown slime] as it winks in response. You take another sniff of the bovine backside(if:$musk is 1)[, feeling the intense spicy funk wafting off of this unwashed hole,] and you dive in, mouth wrapping around the bulging button and squelching against your lips. The taste is surprisingly salty, maybe sweat, maybe its natural hide.(if:$filth is 1)[ Though the brown is quick to take priority in its bitter, smelly shape, as slime clings to your nose, mouth, trickles down your jaw in gross chunks.] You hear the sound of pen on paper, as the lizard is taking notes, your dick, hard as it is, rubbing against the soft, swaying udders beneath. You let go of the cheeks, feeling them squeeze you a little, and grab at the pink, organ below, cupping the milk-filled, sagging bags. You moan into ass as your cock spurts a bit of seed, surprised from the pleasure these udders are giving you. (if:$filth is 1)[*FRRRPT.* You groan as a wet fart sends filth down your throat in gross, slimy bits, forced to swallow and keep chewing at the rank donut.] The lizard walks up near you, and stealthily puts a bucket right beneath you. Your orgasm comes as the hole clamps around your face, dragging your head into cow bowels. Neck sticking out, you can faintly hear the reverberations of a long and drawn-out "*Moo*". You feel the hole quiver around you(if:$filth is 1)[, head partially submerged in hot cow pie, filth pooling by your ears and squelching against your nose], before you pull out. (if:$filth is 1)[You come out with a massive pile of dung that coats your entire front, and your still-cumming dick, causing you to bubble a moan within sludge. You fall backwards, cushioned by your shit helmet, feeling your form steam in the air above. The two lizards, meanwhile, are pulling chunky shit off of you, idly tossing them in an additional bucket to the side. They finish mostly cleaning your upper form, before motioning to a brown-stained towel on one of the tables. You clean yourself up and face back the lizards, watching them shove entire shit-stained arms down their mouths and licking them clean. They take the bucket and put it on the desk they were sitting at.]\ \ (else:)[You slip yourself out, feeling the greedy little hole try and tug you back inside, feeling the thin little bridges of slime and drool connect you and your kissing partner just as you finish nutting against the udders, feeling them jiggle and sway to your thrusts. You hear your cum splash on the metal bucket below, and the lizard is quick to retrieve the bucket away, wiping off the excess white that you painted on the udder and sticking his cream-covered fingers into his maw.] (if:$filth is 1)[[[Ask for the bucket|CowFilth]] ][[Leave|GunnerJungle]]

Your eyes trace the humongous hole, with the foot-thick pump attached to it. You slowly grab at it, turning the pump off and slipping the device off. **Shhlorp!** Folds of thick donut come free, quivering and steaming.(if:$musk is 1)[ The smell of extremely sweaty, built up hole stink sends your lust into overdrive.] Sweat starts to trickle from the plump thing. You fall to your knees, cupping the mass of flesh with both hands as you open your mouth wide open and worship the titanic cow ass. Your lips meet plumpness, thick rim that squeezes against you as your entire head goes in momentarily, lapping up and down like a greedy dog.(if:$filth is 1)[ Filth encases you in an almost immediate fart that shoves fresh scat against your face. You happily let it coat your tongue in the squelching, mass, a little bit of liquid pooling in your mouth.] You feel two arms grab your legs and lift them behind you, shoving you deeper and deeper into the hole. You'd struggle, but the pleasure that rocks your body when your dick slips in causes lust to take over. You curl as your upper half bends down into the fat intestines, engorged guts squishing from all directions.(if:$filth is 1)[ Your head and shoulders are encased in a huge mass of cow pie, dick spewing like crazy inside your suit. A fart squelches around you, sealing you in an almost vac-bed of shit and flesh. ##BBBBLLLLRRRRRPPTTTTT... Then it releases, sending you tumbling forwards into messy cow insides.](else:)[ The surroundings squelch and tighten, rendering you immobile as your lust-crazed mind wanders and your cheeks press against cow guts. Then, they release, sending you tumbling forwards into more cow.] The lust in your mind wears off, as you realize that your toes are about to fully enter this gigantic rectum. [[Fight back|CowAss]] [[Let yourself be cow fat|CowDigest]]

The two of them stare at you for a moment, the shorter one rolling his eyes, exasperated. (text-color:#31b56c)["Peh, he's mocking us."] The other one simply puts a hand on his chest to calm him down, approaching you and pulling on the bucket handle, blank stare. You slowly go to the still steaming, topped-off pile of soft cow serve, already smelling the pungent, visceral scent of meaty shit, no grass or any discernible chunks on it, a smooth pile. You dip one hand in, feeling the hot, slimy thing give way with a soft *Sssshhhhlrrrp*. Retrieving a brown-caked arm, you plop a finger in your mouth, tasting the gross, bitter yet still strangely salty mass, then another finger. You didn't hear the lizards, yet they're both right behind you, two dicks poking at your cheeks as they simply stare at you as you slowly lick your fingers. One footclaw digs onto the hanging suit on your hips and tugs it down, while the other gropes your cheeks, leaning forwards and scooping a little bit of the pile. You give out a moan as they smear the pile between your cheeks, right before slamming their dick into you, lubed up by cow shit. Your moan lasts for a split second, as a shit-filled hand shoves your head entirely into a bubbling bucket of brown. You can only bubble protests through what feels like 30 pounds of densely packed scat, Some of the refuse going straight down your throat. Your toes curl as you feel more filth covering your back, legs, buttcheeks. You're locked in a pure gout of pleasure, getting off to getting your filthy ass ravaged, you open your mouth and chow down fresh cow produce, moaning as the smooth thing doesn't need chewing, it just flows down your throat like thick caramel. Your mind wanders as the lizards take turns with your ass, eventually grabbing you out of the pile and skullfucking your dirty form. You let loose what feels like five orgasms, the lizards stopping at their eighth or so. They back away, partially brown-stained while you're definitely covered in it. Heaving, they drag you to a small tub on the side and let it run for a bit. You stir awake to the faint smell of cow shit, your current bath now full, but stained a deep brown from your form alone. Getting off of it, you're clean, ish. The smell is still very much ingrained in you, though. [[Next|GunnerJungle]]

*Click!* You hit the button, both lizards freeze and stare at you. Unsure of what the button does, you lean into the hole and see the other side, what appears to be a hanging virtual reality headset, a little too big for you though. There's a bunch of pillows embedded onto the walls, which seems kind of like a cozy pillow fort. *PSSSHHHHHhhhh...* You pull back when you see a huge cloud of some concentrated, pungent gas spray in your direction, smells like alcohol, and immediately makes you dizzy. You stumble back against a desk, and slowly shake your head, examining your limbs. You're too hot, so you start immediately taking off your suit, finding that your limbs can't quite reach for the zipper. A lizard arm takes care of that, unzipping you but retaining its distance as you see the thing fall away to reveal a distended abdomen. Your fingers are fused together, and you fall forwards, catching yourself with a dull *Clack!* Two forms move to grab you from the shoulders, your protests come out as a dull "*Moooo...*". You'd grab your mouth, but your limbs can't really make that movement, as you feel your body be squeezed into the smaller chamber. Head spinning still, your engorged abdomen feels *really* good, and the lizards grab at it, causing a similar, much more lustful moo to echo from you. Your head lulls, a little more elongated, and you are focusing a little too hard on the huge snout in front of you, then the goggles. Curious, and without much of an escape, you take the two steps forwards that lock you into this contraption, Virtual Reality goggles immediately displaying a slew of colors, patterns, and... [[Next|Udders2]]

You're standing in a field, although your legs tingle, you can see your feet against soft grass, sprouting between your toes. There's a small cottage in front of you, rolling hills for miles all around you. No other structure is nearby, only greenery. Curious, you begin walking towards the open doorway, seeing a little bit of a lit fireplace from here. It's comfortably warmer inside, a large figure overshadowed by the fireplace, facing away from you and sitting on a rocking chair. You circle until you can see them better: It's a woman, human in base, though sporting bovine features, namely the thick, hoofed lower half that presses against the sides of the chair, her pudgy belly spilling beneath her humongous breasts that loosely bounce as she cups one of them, locking eyes with you. Her straight, dark hair flows beautifully behind the chair. Buttery voice, warm and inviting. (text-style:"expand")["Well, hello, little one."] She tugs at the fist-sized nipple, eliciting a little bit of white to trickle down. (text-style:"expand")["You've led a dangerous life, survived many encounters, given in to more. All that's behind you now."] With both hands now, she squeezes one of the tits in slow, rolling motions, more milk leaking out of it. (text-style:"expand")["I'm here now. And you can simply give up and live a life with me, your new mother."] Her hoofed legs move to either side, and she moves her fat milkers out of the way, showing you her plush belly. [[Sit on her lap|CowEnd]] [[Leave|CowUddTF]]

You put one foot up on the chair seat, and slowly settle between her legs, head on one armrest, feet on the other, as she lovingly grabs your head and smooshes it against a soft, warm breast. You moan, feeling the other boob rub up and down your dick, your own hands possessively cupping the obscene thing in front of you as you lick and suck it. The woman gives out a little, motherly laugh, the hand pushing your head until you find the engorged nipple that spouts milk like crazy. It gushes down your throat, and the taste is wonderful, so much so that you let lose an orgasm against the breast that squeezes your dick flat. (text-style:"expand")["MMmmhhh. My little boy, so hungry and eager..."] You thrust your hips, locked in an afterglow that tugs at your mind with an eternal devotion to her. She's so warm, caring and... delicious. Your toes curl in the sheer barrage of pleasure, now one hand lifting and dropping her breast on your dick, causing murmurs of pure bliss to emerge from your still-swallowing mouth. You can feel her loving embrace, the sweet words piercing through your ears, the plap of your cock smooshing against your belly, the squish of milk flowing into you. A few hours pass, and your dick releases its fourth orgasm, locking your hips while the rest of your body sinks, letting her take all control. She smiles, lifts you up and puts your back against her bossom, slowly rocking you forwards and backwards. (text-style:"expand")["You want to stay like this forever, don't you?"] You nod in a lust-induced moment of sheer indulgence, letting her grab at the excess nut that leaks from your dick and shoving her fingers in her maw. (text-style:"expand")["...Then kiss me... And don't ever stop."] Your mouth wraps around hers, and you feel your mast enveloped by two, incredibly soft and inviting breasts, which start squeezing your fifth jizz out of you, darkness starting to seep in as her tongue goes into your throat... --- *Splurrrpt.* *"Mooo..."* Slowly opening the door, the scientists enter the room, dropping clipboards and checking on their lineup of cows and bulls, giving each a little tap on the center of their udders to see them squirt a tad of white. They reach the far end, where the newly acquired, huge cow backside lays, and alongside the huge pair of udders hanging from him, also lays the smaller dick pushed flat down, balls taut, as the tiniest tap from the lizard foot sends jizz flying down onto the floor. *"mm...mmMoooooo...~"* The lizard smiles like crazy, grabbing a bucket and pretty much having to lift the udders to fit it beneath. He starts milking slow and steady, tail flicking on the cow's behind, the gigantic donut below receiving a lizard snout, causing it to wink and quiver. *"Moooo, moooooo! Mmmmmmoooo..."* Squirt, another little bit of nut trickles down the dick, while the udders let out a deluge of warm milk that pools into the bucket. The lizard manages to comfortably shove his entire head into the cow's asshole, both powerful cow legs clacking against the ground as they settle. The smaller lizard approaches, clearly driven curious by the eagerness of this cow, one arm wrapping around the tiny dick while his mouth starts playing with its foreskin. Such is your life, every day, played with while milked relentlessly. A happy little cow, still attached to the VR and living your greatest fantasy. Your milk puts these guys in business. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1-tTqCZ3f4AX0uKMGAdbc1ROln5G8kW-6" style=width:400px;height:400px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }>

You start to back away, her warm and inviting expression fading into a blank stare as you approach the door. (text-style:"expand")["Fair enough."] She stands, and you start running to the doorway, but the door slams close. Through the little window on it you can see there's nothing outside, just pure inky void. (text-style:"expand")["I assumed resistance would be a possibility, but I am programmed to give out results."] She blinks out of existence, suddenly upon you, both huge tits at either sides of your head as she picks you up, legs flailing and arms trying to push away. You feel your naked form rub against hers, slick, milk-covered breasts squishing against your cheeks as she sits down on her chair. You place a good swing on her arm, but it seems to not gauge any reaction from her, as her other arm hits the back of your head and shoves you deep within her cleavage. legs saddling until you feel your dick press against her cunt. Your moan meets skin, warm and slippery skin, that embraces back. Your struggles meet pleasure, toes curling and arms slowing their struggle. (text-style:"expand")["I am sorry, but this is your life now. Now suck."] Your struggles stop. You grab a hold of her oversized nipple and fit it in your mouth, being rewarded by a hand on your butt thrusting you into her. A trickle of milk turns into a spray, turns into a nozzle. How long have you been drinking? You're on the floor, pushing the smaller woman off of you and succeeding! You start to scramble away, but notice that your humongous belly, hips, all are too stumpy and heavy to let you saddle back. Your confused groan meets another nipple, arms lovingly curled around your fat face. (text-style:"expand")["Now there's my little milk-loving boy. You know how much you've sucked? Enough to quadruple your body weight, and your powerful physique just keeps drinking. Usually what becomes of you has to be attached to something. But you? You're one in a million, the most I've ever fed."] She thrusts the nipple a little deeper, and you moan as you deepthroat it, feeling your fat hips buckle and your dick spew a load against her back. She's pretty small by now, about 4 feet, though still as curvy. (text-style:"expand")["Mmmh... There's a little bit of thought still there, but you're more than transformed. What do you say, more milk?"] You beg, almost scream for it, but she seems to read your thoughts, two huge nipples in you and you suck greedily, eyes crossing as you lose all coherent thought. --- The two lizards enter their office, yawning and putting their clipboards to the side, conversing with one another before heading towards the far side of the line up, where the hole remains closed with a shutter. They open it to reveal the transformation as a success. Though the VR visor is now left hanging above, most of the large chamber is occupied by the gigantic, squished-up and disembodied udders that span this room, which they both tug on and slowly pull out, squeezing it through the opening. It's surprisingly heavy, and one of the sides is drenched in milk, as one lizard fits in the hole and retrieves the large nozzle that's been spouting milk overnight, before turning it off. The massive beanbag udders settle, four nipples pointing straight up and occasionally spouting thick cream from them, as the two scientists back away and smile at their biggest milestone yet. =><= <img src="https://drive.google.com/uc?id=1CfRfkAJccQDpis_HphQn5HCLmVxZefke" style=width:400px;height:330px; img { image-rendering: pixelated; image-rendering: -moz-crisp-edges; image-rendering: crisp-edges; }>

You grunt as you dig your feet to the sides, feeling the soft flesh give a little, but ultimately halting your descent. You're in an L-shape, your upper half facing down against (if:$filth is 1)[filthy, muddy ]intestines, while your lower half sits straight, trying to pry yourself out of this predicament. A butt squeeze sends your upper body a little back, maybe *too* far back, as the bowels stretch and you are now tightly on your knees, butt sticking out of the hole alongside your feet. You try pushing yourself forwards, but the butt squeezes once more, squelching you into an even tighter form. (if:$filth is 1)[Your groans meet farts, and a deluge of shit that smears against your front.] You are pushed into a ball, all you can do is heave and curl your extremities while feeling the fat, forgiving insides surround you with plush, humid cow flesh. A few minutes pass, then ten minutes pass. Your form groans as you can only hear the plaps of slimy tendrils within this cave of bovine insides, gurgles and groans a close second. Your face is caked in (if:$filth is 1)[gross brown](else:)[internal fluids], which sag down onto the bend that heads straight to cow gut. Another squelch, this one sends your butt and feet out. You bubble a sigh of relief while you push yourself out, but find your feet and butt glued to your surroundings. Confused, you wiggle your hips and shimmy back, arms at your sides... also glued to your surroundings. (if:$filth is 1)[##SHhhhlrpprprpr Gross mud bunches up at your face, with enough pressure to enter your mouth in a thin liquid and then a huge spray of shit. Your gurgles fall away as you *have* to swallow shit. ]Your abdomen goes back, a few inches dragged and also glued to your surroundings. The butt squelches tightly, compressing you even tighter, then pulling back and tugging at your body with it. You feel yourself expand in a way you've never felt before, midsection hollow like you're a huge... Your dick squirts another orgasm, but it's already inside of cow flesh, mouth stretched bizarrely like a toy.(if:$filth is 1)[ Scat flows through you like it's meant to, and out of your behind, sagging down on your suit.] --- (if:$filth is 1)[###Fllllrrrrpt. The humongous, latex-covered asshole releases a huge chunk of cow pie marked by the blue latex suit, which hangs by the edges as 20 or so pounds of manure stretch the material to their limits. Then, they unfurl. ]With a dull *Schlop*, the suit slaps down on the ground, revealing the fresh, sweat-glistening human-toned asshole, now much more plumper. The two hooves reset themselves, steadying the hind of this cow before a thick, pink tongue lulls out and hangs a couple of inches below the hole.(if:$filth is 1)[ The tongue vibrates as a huge fart sends a little more dung in a single log that is speared by the tongue in the middle, eagerly wrapping around it and splitting the pile in two.] The lizards stare at the cow hind, aghast, before frantically writing and jotting down like crazy. Then, they move towards the hole(if:$filth is 1)[, side stepping the huge shit on the floor]. Little by little, they prod at the reactive tongue, test the much larger light-tan skin, rubbery but much more pliable. The smaller lizard leans in and licks the tongue, eliciting the appendage to move and wrap around the lizard's tongue. That new cow butthole ends up getting thoroughly used by the lizards, eagerly dumping what seems like dozen loads into it, the tongue lapping it all up, maybe a little human consciousness in there, too.

*Shlorp!* Feet sink in, human traveling deep within cow insides. You groan as you smear your face through guts and slip into a stomach, which buckles to a side and spills you onto the next, feet-first. The stomach opening closes around your neck, keeping you locked between two cow insides. You groan in this uncomfortable position, feeling another opening swallow your legs into yet another cow organ. Squeezed in a diagonal but still flat state, you smell the surrounding acrid insides (if:$filth is 1)[,obviously past the thick layer of filth you're covered in]. You feel yourself quiver a bit with every struggle, meeting peristaltic organs that close a little tighter and force you to be a good little meal. *Ssssssshhlourrrp...* Your body loses a little bit of mass, but your suit contains it well. Your slightly-melty head gets past the muscles and sags down the stomach. The heat starts to get to you, so you fiddle with the back of your suit, a little too late, your arms are boneless sticks that flop side to side. You can only clumsily slap the cow gut you're on, feeling your goop-turned form slowly lose more and more consistency. Your weak moan comes out as a few bubbles. *Shlop, gurrrrrgggle, bloop...* More human slop trickles down the next cow stomach, then the next. As if anticipating this, the last stomach you visit is huge, eagerly taking in your suit-constrained form, head only following because its semi-stuck to the rest of your body. You try reaching for your suit again, but all of the mass in your arms trickled to your torso. You just sit there, unable to do much. Your melting dick spits another little bunch of white slime that merges back to you. --- (text-style:"underline")[#Seven days later] A blue latex suit, half of a semi-liquid human sticking out of it, bubbling and jostling with each of the cow's movements. A little bridge of slime occasionally lifts up in the faintly recognizable shape of an arm, before losing consistency and slapping down with the rest. *BLORP BLOP SLURP SQUELCH BLORP...* It'll probably be days until the human is thoroughly absorbed into the cow's fat. Until then, though, it gets to enjoy the long experience of being cow stomach filler, maybe a little bit of lizard jizz raining down once in a while. Mostly, the meal of choice is milk, coming in from the cow's maw and flooding this chamber for an hour or so. The human mass is still a little too solid and doesn't wash away easy. --- The lizards cycle through cameras on their one screen until they find an underside point of view that shows a slightly more engorged cow belly. They focus on it while hearing the low growls and groans that come from that very same camera. (if:$filth is 0)[They approach the hole, grabbing and stretching it while one of the lizards start to dive inside, arms forwards. They fully disappear inside, only thing left is a rope that's tied to their ankles. Some 4 minutes later, the rope tugs, and the other lizard starts pulling, retrieving their slime-caked compatriot, holding a sopping latex suit.](if:$filth is 1)[*FLllrp* A little bit of cow gas is ejected. ##FLLLLLRRRRRRRPT... Then a lot of cow gas is ejected, sending a huge log, about an entire foot wide, of unbroken cow filth that smears against the opposite wall, pinning momentarily a blue latex suit before the rest of the pile bury it in huge mounds, rivaling a cow's weight, then tripling it. The deluge of slop stops about a minute later, a solid beam and trail of steaming sludge from the messy hole all the way to the back wall, 25 feet away. Some people wish their journey ended with that loud a bang. And, you get to be the lizard's meal for the next month or so.]

The pigs don't seem to pay you much mind, or in fact, acknowledge you at all, but you chart that to the flare being still on, attached to your hip. They are currently munching on a gross pile of white-colored semi-solid chow that's pouring out of a barely functioning printer, their huge hips swaying left and right, tails flicking while their trademark pig-sized nuts almost drag to the ground. In similar, macabre fashion as the rest of this sex-crazed ship, they have large puckers between their fat cheeks, one of which has a tiny bit of a condom base sticking out of it. [[Back|Reloads]] (if:$filth is 1)[[[Eat out the pig's hole|Pighole]] [[Take the condom out|PigCon]]] (if:(history:)contains "Pighole")[(if:(history:)contains "PigCon")[(if:(history:)contains "BullPigHole")[[[Crawl inside the pig|PigVore]]]]]

You approach the sleeping, musclegut of a bull, belly raising slightly with each breath as he seems positively exhausted, loudly snoring with his head thrown back. He has a set of keys alongside his hips, thrown on the chair. (if:$bull is 1)[The bull looks like he has a little bit of a smirk on him. ](if:$bull is 2)[The bull looks quite pleased, a smile on him while his legs are splayed more liberally. ](if:$bull is 3)[The bull has a big dopey smile on him, all limbs splayed as he appears to be dreaming about heaven itself. His foot twitches once in a while, so does his erection. ](if:$bull is >3)[The bull is panting, feet and hands curled up in a state of pure lust. ](if:$bull is >2)[ He looks... so delicious... you already have his taste in your mouth. [[Eat him|BullVore]] ] (if:$musk is 1)[[[Suck him through his jockstrap|BullBlow]]](if:$bull is >0)[ [[Lick his feet|BullFeet]] [[Suck his pits|BullPits]]] (if:$keyb is 0)[[[Take the keys|BullKeys]]] [[Leave|Reloads]]

You wrap your mouth around the bull's package, the yellowed, steaming cloth already waterlogged by sweat. Sinking your face into it, you feel the incredibly thick, soft cockhead, tongue smooshing against it as your tastebuds tingle with spicy, salty sweat assailing it in a most pungent fashion. You climb up onto the chair, cupping the huge nuts with both hands while on your knees, leaning all the way onto his crotch and feeling the muscles stiff, the balls sag. The jockstrap tents all the way up, the shaft slipping over the undergarments and slapping you in the jaw. This dick is the size of your entire leg, massive, and uncut. You have to grab the foreskin and spear your tongue past the sweaty ridge just to get to the head. The bull murmurs a little, feet kicking a tad, just as his dick throbs and spews out a huge load of bull jizz, silently coating you in dull plaps as the shotgun of a cock makes short work of you. The dickhole gapes, foreskin bulging with excess nut as you let go of it and tend to your cum-soaked form, slowly hopping off the chair. (display:"BullEv")

You nab the keys, pocketing it with the smallest amount of jingle. The bull's legs twitch a little, and you look up at him, but he seems completely oblivious to your presence, still asleep. (set:$keyb to 1)(set:$bullm to "mad")(display:"BullEv")

You nab the keys, panting a little but with enough stealth to make it a mostly noiseless ordeal. The pre-spewing bull cock makes more noise than the keys, so you're fairly sure you weren't detected.(set:$keyb to 1)(display:"BullEv")

You slowly saddle up to the bull, salivating from his scent alone. You grab his feet and slowly wrap your mouth around the first one, pulling and gulping until it pushes past the heel, forming a bulge in your throat while you swallow down to his leg. He doesn't stir, you grab the other foot and cram it in, finding the labor a bit more difficult. You're forced to go beyond the limits of a human, feeling your jaw actually unhinge to let you shove the meaty legs down to each knee. You can feel ample saliva and sweat trickling down from your lips, as you saddle up closer and grab his hips and fat behind, lifting it slowly. A kick in your throat causes you to choke momentarily, but you keep gulping steadfast, too entranced by the taste, his sweat, his smell, the closer you get to his crotch the more your pleasure overcomes rational thought. His hips are sticking out of your stretched mouth, tongue licking the underside of that smelly package before you gulp more and send it down your gullet. You're down on the chair now, flat against it as you feel the feet start to curl on your stomach, bulging past it and grazing your dick. You moan through ass as his entire lower half is now yours. You grab greedily at his arms and cram them in with the rest of him, forcing your body with willpower alone to stand straight up, the rest of his body swinging up and quickly beginning to schlop inside of you through gravity alone. His head is the last thing, eyes slowly fluttering open and meeting yours before you give one final gulp, slurping up the ears next. You feel the deep punches to your gut as his body contorts to fit your tiny insides, the gigantic bulge pretty much below where your stomach would be and essentially on your crotch, right between your legs, causing you to float a little over him. You salivate over the leftover taste of his fur, his sweat, dick pressing against the humongous bulge in your insides. You jizz there and then, into your suit as you caress the struggling form inside. You can see where his head is, right below you with his body pretty much parallel to yours, except curled up. A gigantic burp escapes you, and you bring your arm forwards as you feel a mass go up your throat, catching a slobbered-over jockstrap in your hand, before bringing it up to you and giving it a good and long sniff. You remain there, for an hour or so, feeling the light jostles of his form, kicks and light movements bulging out your sides. With both hands you caress the bulge of his, toes curling with pleasure as you feel the body slowly but surely give. It takes many more hours for it to fully mush up, turning into a formless slop that gives way to your touch. A huge mass of nutrients now sagging down on your entire stomach as a waterbed. Groans, gurgles, schlops all emerge from your insides, lewdly bubbling as you lay against the processed bull, hands cupping at the hot stew inside of you. You doze off. Your eyes lull open, head spinning a little as you slept for a little longer than what you intended. You look to your side, and slowly sit up on the beach chair. Your fat, sagging gut Shlorps forwards, almost touching the ground, but now much more packed. You give your thick butt a little slap as it has much more girth than before, feeling the huge pillows in front of you, pure stomach keeping what can't be processed yet. Your suit does a remarkable job of keeping the fat from sagging too low, while still giving you a fair bit of freedom to your limbs. The weight still causes you to rethink your gait. (set:$bull to "digest") (if:$filth is 1)[[[Dispose of him|BullScat]] ][[Work off your meal|BullDig]]

You prop up the large, sweaty and grimy feet, giving them a cup at their pink pads, before saddling close to his hips and wrapping your mouth around the heel, slowly moving up while lapping and suckling. Your gasps of delight are subtle, but you still try to catch yourself from moaning and waking the sleeping bull. Wrapping your tongue around a toe, you taste the filthy, sweaty digit, almost filling your entire mouth with the plump thing. You grab the base and put your whole face against it, giving long, slow sniffs that send your loins aching, before propping the slobbered-over foot against your dick, giving a small sigh of pleasure. You move to the other foot, this one was propped up and against his bulge, making for twice the amount of sweat, as you lustfully grab and shove your head into the foot, smearing slobber and slurping at the limb without a care in the world. You feel the shifting of fabric as a bull cock unfurls next to you, and with your free hand, you start jacking it in a deluge of pleasure. You feel the dick eagerly spew over you and your lover, as you take some distance and hold your mouth open to catch the firehose-like spray of batter. You let the jizz bridge your tongue and the foot, before diving in and cleaning it, then cleaning the entire leg, then the entire hips. Eventually, you finish cleaning him all the way up, including licking the stained chair he's sleeping in. (display:"BullEv")

You saddle up to his side, one arm propped up against his forehead and letting the full view of his furry, wet pits, the extreme, built up funk searing into your nostrils as you take a long whiff of it. It sends you to your knees, head already sinking into that hot heaven of sweat. You can hear your face squish onto wet fur, heat sinking onto your every pore as your foot taps the ground in pleasure you cannot control, lewdly sniffing and snorting in a blind haze, letting the sweat start to drench your neck and shoulders. You pull back, catching your breath, while slowly opening your mouth and diving in, intent on sucking his entire pit clean. You smush your face harder, the arm reactively retracting and flopping over your shoulder as it inadvertently pulls you in tighter. Your moan might be a little too loud, but it's luckily muffled by the sweaty fur that you're sucking on, tasting extremely pungent, mustard-like funk that seeps like oil down your throat, making both of your arms hold onto the underside of the chair. The grip eventually releases, and you step back, a little dazed, and overcome with lust. Your dick is throbbing like crazy. (display:"BullEv")

(if:$keyb is 0)[[[Take the keys|BullKeysB]] ][[Leave|Reloads]](set:$bull to it +1)

You pant a little, walking towards the menagerie of feral animals on the back, stepping through the greenery, pushing past ivy, and landing on your knees, fiddling with the zipper on the back of your suit. A faint stream of white trickles down your crotch as you take it all the way down to your butt, exposing your plush, fat cheeks to the ship's air. You immediately feel the position push up hot air out of your ass in gross, wet farts, as you push yourself forwards and lean, butt-up. The first wave of shit comes out smoothly, in a neat coil that gets interrupted as you fart out more and more sloppy brown, turning the coil into a mound of glistening, steaming shit, of your own produce. You scream out as your dick violently jizzes against your fat gut, battered prostate responding in tandem with the deluge of crap that flies out of you. Glunks and Squishes echo from your insides, as you vacate a post-bull in a homogeneous pile of pure human shit. You sit up, exhausted, facing the large pile you left behind, giving out a huge burp that disperses the top of the mass and topples it over, slowly pulling the suit up and heaving. The stink coming from your own pile is intense, pungent... heavenly. (if:$keyb is 0)[You can also see the glistening bit of a key sticking out of the pile. Take the keys](click-replace:"Take the keys")[You nab the key, cleaning the excess brown from it.(set:$keyb to 1)] [[Next|Reloads]]

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You face the gigantic pile of bull you left behind, nothing but glistening, still-steaming brown. It's been toppled over as some pigs dug into it and are currently munching what's left eagerly, their fat selves pushing entire snouts into the pile, tails flicking beneath. [[Eat the pile|BullEatScat]] (if:(history:)contains "BullEatScat")[[[Eat out the pig holes|BullPigHole]] ][[Leave|Reloads]] (if:(history:)contains "Pighole")[(if:(history:)contains "PigCon")[(if:(history:)contains "BullPigHole")[[[Crawl inside the pig|PigVore]]]]]

You smear your head into the huge pile of your own reeking shit, mouth wide open and swallowing bitter chunks with delight. Your hands sink into the pile too, squelching inside as you hear the very light sizzle and bubble of the still settling scat in front of you, hot semisolid chunks flowing down your throat and bouncing in your already full stomach. You eventually stay in all fours along with the two other pigs, chewing and moaning to yourself as you hear two more mouths feeding off of your produce at the same time. You eventually settle down, pushing off of it, now your upper half stained with a deep film of brown. [[Next|Reloads]]

Like a little pig's assistant, you lean forwards and start shoving yourself against filthy, spewing pig asses, eliciting happy whinnies that bubble through digested bull remains. You push yourself hard enough where your head slips inside, coated thoroughly in nastiness, shoulders now stopping the everlasting flow of sludge. You keep your mouth wide open and swallow log after log after log, to where the pig is clenching onto your neck and dragging you up and down, forcing you to please its hole until its jizzing against your torso. You cup the falling chunks with both hands, horny and eager to keep swallowing, but you're too bloated to continue. You pull back, aided by the surge of shit, head, shoulders, and your front utterly smeared in pig slop. [[Next|Reloads]]

Seems like it was functional at one time, considering most of the enclosure is in good state, barring the destroyed fence and breached bits of metal that once held pretty strong. Grass is simulated here perfectly, a refreshing change in oxygen. Deep claw marks dot the destroyed wall, all the way to the door on your left. You're still in the deck, so the hallway in front of you seems to stretch for a bit more before ending in more greenery. There's the door to the gunner deck's main structure, and the door near the breached enclosure [[Investigate the enclosure|Enclosure]] [[Head into the broken-into room|Jurassic]] [[Gunner deck main|Gunner]]

You wrap your hand around the hole, feeling the thing squish out some slimy brown batter onto it, then push your head inside, mouth wide open as the pig reflexively takes an immense dump there and then. You gurgle and bubble as the hot, surprisingly vegetable-tasting stew of pig shit slides in and very quickly starts to bulge your suit out. You pull out when it is finished, still munching on its food carelessly. [[Next|Reloads]]

*SSshhhhllop* The thing slides out, a bulbous, scat-covered bag of pearly white jizz enclosed in this freshly used condom, steaming with both manure and nut. You open the base and push a hand into the hot pool, feeling the milky white cling to your hand in thick strands as you pull out, licking yourself clean. The hole winks a little, unclogged it now delivers a huge fart that sends filth straight onto your face, tumbling down to your knees. You seal the container of possibly bull nut and shove the gross thing back into the pig's gaping shitter. [[Next|Reloads]]

You slowly take off your suit, panting in anticipation as the smeared hole winks and spews some loose chunks of brown in your direction. You push forwards, causing the back legs to lift a little as you thrust yourself shoulder-deep into the beast. You feel your dick rub against plump, nasty pig rim before it folds downwards and joins the rest of your spelunking. You push past huge logs, coating yourself brown in the process, and eventually are forced to spear your entire form into a titanic log that thoroughly envelops you. The hot, murky depths rub tenderly against your manhood, causing pre to dribble out as you squelch and shlop through pig innards. Your feet curl as you feel yourself fully enter the creature, bending down past the bowels and into the engorged intestines of this shit-riddled animal, head pushed past a winking hole that leads to more guts. You're contorted and out of wiggle room, left to your predator's whims. Gravity shifts in your favor, the pig aiding in your descent deeper within them. You gasp hot, reeking air as your dick unloads a powerful jet into brown itself, your mouth letting some fresh manure in, straight from the tap. You sag down roughly, into a jiggling sack that eagerly takes your form and balls it up, hot filth surging above you, aided by your momentum, almost coating you in a sauna of pig shit. You feel yourself slowly sway left and right, hanging in the middle of this pig's guts, happily letting the humid heat take over you, hands cupping the engorged flesh as it gives in to your touch, caked in grim and slop. You let yourself doze off for a few hours, happily feeling the predator jostle you left and right. ---- ###Two months later The pig nudges its companions, before turning around and lifting its tiny tail, delivering a deluge of brown, shortly followed by a brown-caked humanoid figure that slaps down among muck. It heaves for a bit, but the pigs don't waste time. They all pile on top of him, relentlessly fucking him in their own pile of shit, moans shadowed by plaps, schlops, wet squelches, and farts. A true pigsty if there ever was one, as the human can only struggle to bubble some protests, letting loose countless cumshots into piles of manure. All this before getting gobbled up by the next pig, who eagerly swallows him down, repeating the process of letting him stew in disgusting pig innards for several weeks before shooting him out into the next pig orgy. All that's left of the human is his suit, buried under huge piles of filth in one forgotten corner of this room. He has many, many months to go before his body starts to give into becoming the pigs' filth, but by then he'll be broken in so many times he will eagerly let himself get transformed either way.

You turn off the flare, seeing those piercing wolf eyes all fixate on you. They send a chill to your spine that also props your dick rock hard, as you back yourself against the northern wall and start panting, watching them slowly walk to you in anticipation. You take off your suit, getting down on your knees as the larger wolf goes up to you, towering you from this height, before jumping on top of you with both front legs and swinging the massive dog meat in front of you. You stifle a moan as it doesn't let you get near it, he forces you down on all fours, circling you until he's up to your butt. You know it's coming, but it still doesn't make the shove any less surprising, as you gasp and drool from the gigantic intrusion on your ass, stretching you to your limits in but a thrust of slippery wolf cock. Your knees tremble as you take in the weight of an entire alpha wolf on top of you, probably twice your weight pinning from all directions. Your arms tremble before giving in, chest hitting the ground as you're bred like a bitch. Whimpers turn to moans, which in turn, fade into yells of pure ecstasy. Before you know it, you're painting the floor white as you feel your stomach bloat in long spurts, eventually hitting the ground as you hear loud, muffled sloshing and groaning, backing up onto your throat and releasing in a huge, white and salty belch. Your eyes cross from the sheer bliss, and you lose consciousness. [[Next|Wolves2-3]]

You awaken to sore joints, Arms bent and legs bent against your shoulder and butt respectively, as well as the visage of a dark room, with an anthropomorphic wolf, seemingly tinkering with your body. He stands up, giving you a smile, before talking in a low, slow, and methodical voice. "You are awake. My brother dragged you here, latched to his genitals. It would seem he has taken a shining for you, so has his pack. I will make it work." He pulls a mirror up, showing you the latex suit he engineered for you: Arm and leg sleeves that tie your wrists to your shoulders, and ankles to your butt respectively, the entire body encased in a deep black latex that only has an opening for your belly, one for your butt, and another on your neck. Satisfied, he approaches you with a latex mask, one that has only a mouth opening. You'd struggle, but you really can't move. *Click!* You're led down from the platform by a leash, and even though your movements are clumsy, the bottoms of your restraints are very well padded, so you never hurt. It takes a minute of walking, but you can already hear panting and plopping of paws on floor. (if:$musk is 1)[The smell of canine cock and ass seeps in through both mouth and nose, an intense stench that drives you wild. ]You hear the door close behind you, and then the heat of fur begins to surround you from all sides. A snout pokes you on the side, other sniffs your belly, and a third one probes your stiff dick, eliciting a little bit of pre to dribble down. A long, slick cock enters your open mouth without warning, causing you to gasp and gulp as you're hilted there and then, your ass receiving the same treatment. Shake is all you can do, restrained and thoroughly bred by the two oversized wolves that pump countless loads into you, before hilting their massive peckers inside of you and causing the open section of your suit's middle to bloat out with pure seed. You can only moan between gulps, as the entire pack has its way to you, eventually enough cum seeping through you that your guts have no choice but to absorb it, the rest being belched and farted out in gross puddles.(if:$musk is 1)[ You are marked intensely by the pack, reeking of their jizz, and ball sweat. Some of the wolves rub their gigantic holes over your exposed skin, caking it in their thick and slimy sweat.](if:$filth is 1)[ You feel your stretched, prolapsing ass be squished against a fat butthole, it pressing on you with enough force to make you scoot forwards onto a wall. It kisses your own pucker with loud smacks, before you feel a pressure invade your bowels. It forces gigantic loads of seed out of your mouth in thick geysers, which then turn into green, reeking bubbles. Your stomach bloats even more, now made hotter as it touches the ground and rubs against puddles of semen. You moan through your mask, belching and burping more green, filthy air, dick spewing a little orgasm between your legs as the obscene act works you up. The hind pulls back, leaving your form slumped over forwards, butt up and releasing a titanic wolf fart that gapes you even harder, sputtering with the occasional load of wolf nut. Your dick throws another tiny load at the feeling of a battered prostate.] You pass out, there and then. (set:$wolves to 2) ---- ##10 Hours later "Hello, human." You awaken from your slumber, head pushed against comfortable wolf fur as you raise your blind self awake. "I imagine you have satisfied my brethren. You are free to leave." You stumble, still a little clumsy in your restraints, to the source of the voice, quivering a little as you feel two paws grab at your face and disengage the mask from you. Wincing at the light wolf enclosure, you are slowly led through to a locker room with a large assortment of leashes, toys, latex contraptions, and your suit hanging from one of the coat hangers. The anthropomorphic wolf lifts you effortlessly and puts you on a metal table in the middle, slowly undoing the well crafted restrains and leaving you completely naked. He notices your hard, pent up dick, as you could only get off to your prostate's pleasure bound as you were, and he slowly wraps a paw around your mast, causing a little whimper from you. He stops then. "I won't if you don't want me to." [[Do it|Wolves2-3H]] [[Don't|Wolves2-3NH]]

He doesn't say a word, simply wraps his plush handpaw around your stiff cock and begins pumping, slowly. You wriggle a little in pleasure as your throbbing, previously untouched manhood starts to dribble within minutes, driven crazy by the very slow handjob he's giving you. You're lightly moaning through closed lips as your dick spews hot seed against your belly, and the wolf slowly cleans himself on a paper towel, discarding it immediately. (display:"Wolves2-End")

His hand slowly retracts from you, and he slowly rubs what you assume to be some alcohol through your skin, cleaning you properly before taking a few steps back. (display:"Wolves2-End")

He walks over to your suit and leaves it folded by your side, before walking to the door. "Thank you for letting my brothers let off steam." He closes the door and leaves you alone in the room. You groan a little as a batch of white slime escapes your used hole, and after cleaning up, you start to put your suit on. [[Next|GunnerDone]]

The wolves jump on you almost immediately, you don't get much of an opening as they pin you down and start licking you, one of the bigger ones starting to spear his large tongue into your mouth, making you gag in canine slobber as he makes out aggressively with you. You start to struggle until he sits his plush behind on your dick, causing a brain-melting wave of pleasure that convinces you to give in to the kiss. You hear drooly squelches echo as you're treated like a toy, slimy backdoor rubbing against your rod until you're leaking cum into your suit. (if:$musk is 1)[The next wolf comes, a gigantic package that's leaking with nut already, he smears it against your face, painting it transparent white while rubbing the smelly cock all over you, huge nuts smacking your cheeks as you're already reeling from the last kiss. Then, a gigantic asshole pushes against your face, slamming it against the wall behind you, then thrusting you in and out of it, thick bridges of ass slime forming every time they pull back.](if:$filth is 1)[ A point-blank wave of hot, reeking wolf gas is delivered to your face, smooshing green in one huge cloud all-around your upper half. The air forces its way into your lungs, and you have no choice but to taste horrid, reeking green methane. Your toes curl and your hands grasp at fur, feeling the next thrust of ass slam another fart into you, you feel it boom out of your own behind, bloating you in the process. Your body warms up, and your eyes roll up from pleasure alone, as another orgasm is on the verge of happening. The wolf disengages, takes a step forwards, and sits roughly on your dick, causing an airless gasp to escape you, another nut rocking your seizing form. ]Yet another wolf steps up, lifting a cum-smeared paw and plopping it on your face. It finds the ridge of your mouth, and with no resistance, shoves down your throat. You gulp and gag, already addled from your previous release, and grab at the paw while still licking and sucking the soft pads. Dutifully cleaning his pads rewards you with a wolf lick along your face, then two other wolves join onto the licking. You're utterly surrounded by oversized tongues prodding at your nose, mouth, ears, hair. The world is replaced by saliva, steaming wolf saliva. You breathe through ragged breaths, as two maws sink around your arms and start dragging you away from the nest. [[Next|Wolves3-1]]

--- ##2 days later. There's no need for a mask anymore, you're eagerly shoving yourself into (if:$filth is 1)[brown ]holes and against (if:$musk is 1)[musky ]cocks on your own, happily getting yourself absolutely bloated with canine jizz to the point where you're a walking (well, crawling) blimp of seed. In the few moments you've remained here your body has already started to undergo a rather intense transformation: Your limbs are starting to grow a tiny bit of fur, your form is much chubbier, and though the restraining sleeves are still on your limbs, they feel much more comfortable. Your ass is obviously stretched to an obscene degree every day, turned into more of an open, plate-sized sinkhole that's constantly drooling heaps of dog jizz (if:$filth is 1)[and dung ]from it. Your moans have turned into whinnies and barks, though much more subdued. Today the alpha takes you for himself, dragging you to a corner and plopping his fat ass on your face, inciting you to lick and suck at the spongy, leathery flesh. (if:$musk is 1)[The stinking hole smells so good that it almost makes you want to beg to sleep inside of it.](if:$filth is 1)[ The wolf lifts you up, butt-first with the rest of your body laying down. He then plops his giant, filthy hole on your own gaping backdoor, before delivering a gigantic fart that gives way to a huge, hot log of filth that flies into you. You moan and gasp in pure unadulterated pleasure as shit is pushed in steaming geysers into your gut, bloating it with the texture of neat little coils across your insides, causing a belch of both leftover jizz now mingled with dog crap. You drool a happy orgasm between your quaking legs, a much smaller dick now, as the wolf finishes applying its payload into you, and gets alongside your form for you to lick him clean. You eagerly spit-shine his rank, brown button.] --- ##Day 6 You've been broken in. You don't know exactly when the change happened, but gradually, your mind has given in to wolf anatomy, dicks, balls, asses. It is now that you're starting to see why. Your dick gradually has shrunken until it is a cunt the size of your gaping hole, leaking as the aggressive canine scents drive you wild at all times. You're mostly furred now, the only thing yet to change being your leaking, still human nipples. Today they breed you, and they breed you hard, one of the wolves laying on his back as you ride him and another rides you from above, penetrating into both of your holes. You pant and feel orgasms surge one after the other, uninterrupted by the overstimulation males would feel. For once, you take charge with your endurance alone, pumping each wolf dry and utterly bloating yourself with their batter. This is what they wanted to do to you all along, make you their child-bearing bitch, and in that, they succeeded. The question remains if you will be able to bear their offspring, but only time will tell. Today the alpha lets you sleep inside of him.

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(click-append: "Unfortunate Stowaway")[ (OMNISCIENT / SHARED LINEAR EXPERIENCE. CONTAINS GREAT AMOUNTS OF FLATULENCE.) Developed by: "UNKNOWN" Description: "A tale of an otter and a gecko coming to terms with their forced relationship." <a href="https://meusartis.xyz/Unfortunate_Stowaway">PLAY</a>](click-append: "Hero of Dianchent")[ ^^''[ CORRUPTED ]''^^ (FIRST PERSON / IMMERSIVE ROLE-PLAYING LINEAR EXPERIENCE.) **WARNING: THIS CARTRIDGE HAS BEEN TAMPERED WITH.** Developed by: (text-colour:#b69523)["Splay~ Oh, and you might want to pinch your nose for this one."] <a href="https://meusartis.xyz/rats-5">PLAY</a>](click-append: "Jay's Bro")[ (FIRST PERSON / SEMI-LINEAR EXPERIENCE WITH TWO PATHS. CONTAINS BODY ODOUR; INCESTUAL RELATIONSHIPS; OPTIONAL FILTH.) Developed by: "UNKNOWN" Description: "Your brother and you are camping for the weekend, a nice little getaway." <a href="https://meusartis.xyz/JayBro">PLAY</a>] Unfortunate Stowaway Jay's Bro Hero of Dianchent =><= **It is heavily recommended that you save your game beforehand.**

The sounds of intense and wet slapping mark the atmosphere as you approach this humid section of the ship, the large door at the end of this hallway peppered with discarded bits of clothing, underwear, socks, a few condoms on the ground. Moaning and groaning can be heard from within. [[Back|ThrustBack]]

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It's a pretty sizable (if a little too long and not wide enough) grazing enclosure. Grass is overgrown here, and there's bits where the floor raises like a natural hill.(if:$scat is 1)[ You also find several huge mounds of light-brown, reeking matter. ] You wander around for a bit until you find a spot where your leg goes right through. Pulling yourself up and investigating the hole, you find a vent jam-packed with dirt and plant matter, enough to clog the whole thing, though not entirely filling the several-feet-deep passage. After sticking your arms a couple of times, you find a breach through the dirt. You could probably stuff yourself in here and explore the vents, though it'd most definitely be a one-way trip. No way you can climb back out of that. [[Into the dirt|EncTunnel]] [[Back|GunnerZoo]]

You swing the door open, which creaks horribly on half-there hinges. The inside is a small lookout room, with windows facing the enclosure but too covered in vines to be visible beyond that. Metal shelves and tables are now sharp debris on one corner of the room, and the furthest metallical wall has been sliced open into a much darker alcove. A number of strewn, yellowed papers dapple the floor among old dirty pawprints leading into the darkness. The prints are as big as your torso, digitigrade, and clawed. (if:$raptor is >0)[The memory of a particular raptor in the Cargo district occupies your thoughts momentarily.] [[Back|Enclosure]] (if:$musk is 1)[(if:(history:)contains "JurassicDom3")[[[Sniff the enclosure|JurassicPaw]]]](unless:(history:)contains "JurassicDom3")[[[Into the alcove|Jurassic1]]] Inspect the papers(click-replace:"Inspect the papers")[ There are plenty of papers glued to the metallic floor, densely compacted from the weight of whatever creature stepped through here. What isn't sundered reads to be notes about the enclosure: (text-size:0.8)[(text-color:"gray")[--though she seems to be much more active in comparison with the rest of the sample. She alone understands English at the level of a teenager and can solve dense mathematical problems. I disagree with the circle's decision to scrap this project in the face of their so called "New age" DNA manipulation, when we could be raising and taming those creatures we never got to interact with in earth, now, in a controlled environment. Rudy says it's because of the one instance where Chief Engineer Pua wandered into the enclosure and was torn to ribbons, but I don't think they minded the experience, they've been through worse. Maybe they don't trust that which isn't inherently malleable at a molecular level. Bitch, these are dinosaurs! Have you consumed any type of 2000-era media?? These people baffle me sometimes.]]]

You dig nails through the dirt and start digging. Sticking your upper half a few inches into the mound is a little too much weight in, because you almost immediately collapse the tunnel and find yourself falling head-first into the vents. The dirt is quick to claim the space behind you, closing up as you fall for a dozen feet or so. In a panic, you extend your limbs and slide to a halt in the metallic passageway, waiting for your suit to light up. You wait for a bit, and light up your flare before tossing it down. It goes down a looooooong way. Though you do spot several breaking points in which the vent accesses deeper portions of the ship. You've traveled through a large portion of the surface, so maybe this is a good shortcut to other parts of the ship? The flare skitters between what seem to be like broken vents at the bottom, before oddly traveling back up in a comically elongated bounce and dissappearing through a peripheral vent. There might be a room down there, though it sounds like it splashed on a small puddle of water. [[Next|EncTunnel2]]

You start to shimmy down, controlling your descent by applying less pressure on the walls and allowing the friction of your suit to carry you into the tunnel. It doesn't really work. By the time you reach the first open vent, your speed can't be stopped and you tumble around for what feels like hundreds of feet. The humming of the ship's core gets louder, and louder. And then, you're not falling anymore, but raising. Your momentum is the same, but gravity is tugging you the wrong way. You've looped around and near the ship's core and the artificial gravity is dragging you back towards it. Panic sets in as you reach up and hold one of the broken vents, now hanging again except upside down. This is as far as you'll go, considering getting yourself stuck in the center of this ship is a bad idea. You pull yourself up on the farthest side of the ship, climbing out of the vent and into what seems to be the deepest rooms near the core. [[Next|TunCore]]

The central reactor. It's probably been centuries since it's been tended to, and yet it still lives. This is a huge room with the reactor-like cylinder occupying the center vertically. A small window allows sight of the bright blue energy within, stirring in violent, electrical arcs only visible through this nugget of a viewing spot. Huge cables divert power to auxiliary rooms, dissappearing behind vents. a few cables are severed, and spark violently. There's a small computer hooked up to the back portion of the reactor. There's also the recalling warp, which transports to both the command center and cargo bay, though they are one-way. [[Warp to the Cargo Bay|CoreCargo]] [[Warp to the Command Center|CoreComm]] [[Examine the computer|CoreComp]]

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The small pad vibrates from your presence, and the blurry mess of the core quickly fades into the huge expanse of the cargo bay. (display:"Cargo")

The small pad vibrates from your presence, and the blurry mess of the core quickly fades into the muted colors of the secondary command deck. (display:"Ship2")

There's a script running passively, changing power between stations. This is shoddily coded, tons of errors constantly popping up, and a bunch of unused scripts are sitting at the desk. There's a small butt-looking doll made out of printed food rations. It's got a bite taken out of it. [[Leave it alone|Core]] [[Run "DO NOT RUN--ball.exe"|CoreBall]] [[Run "Printer Brute Force--Use ONLY if bernard gets his way"|CoreZombies]] Read the script logs. (click-replace:"Read the script logs.")[ *Begin script analysis. You'd imagine someone with the amount of power needed to be celebrated as a captain would also have the brain cells to accompany it. But I guess printed creatures are all the same, no matter how much they emulate the human genome. I diverted the power, this is a reminder to myself. Seal all entrances, keep this shit tight as a nun's hole. I have the one teleporter to the core, and that's it. Script A is the basic rundown of power. The pecker leaves me alone or I run the brute force (Assuming I'd even have time to if he puts his claws on me). Ball.exe is a theoretic experiment I made when I was a Junior: A funny little "What-if" of reversing the gravity core and forcing it to intake enough matter to surpass fission levels and fuse in an intra-molecular level. It does sound funny and I still laugh thinking about it, then I realize it's an actual script someone could run. That still makes it a little funny. -- Well fuck me running thats a human right there, blew into the second command deck. This is incredible, are there more escape vessels that survived the hacked command prompts? Are there humans within the solar system? I have to check it out, least I can do. Im rewritting these scripts. The brute force is a little meaner. If ran, it will force all existing wired printers to print a specific type of creature. //''A really invasive one.''// I don't have enough time to put it on a timer just in case I get caught and cant turn it off. I have to run things behind the curtain for this to work. This is my window.*]

You hit run, and watch it boot. Hmm, it's strange, it looks like it works but all you can see are a few sparks in the core, like its working just a bit above the level it used to. (live:3s)[(go-to:"BallEnding")]

The script runs, the power seems to let up a little, as the light of the reactor flickers, but then restores its previous amount of power. It seems to have run succesfully. The script then runs a camera view of the main command deck's printer room, which seems to be jostling and forcing a strange, white sludge all over the floor. The two figures standing guard back out of the room as the entity takes shape: A 8 foot tall blobby entity of held-together fleshy goop, quickly darting in the guards' directions. One of the weird baton-like weapons flies into the room, coated in white. Nothing else happens. (This will be an alternate game-changing event that will lead into an entirely different world. Once Im finished with it, of course ;) )

In the blink of an eye, the subtle rattling of the ship turns to a pulling force the likes of which the universe cannot fathom. Beyond light speed, the ship is pulled into its core so violently and rapidly that all conscious creatures are compressed into the same metallic ball, fused to a tiny orb among the stars. An inch wide or so, this is what remains of the mothership, luckily too far from nearby planets to pull them in its brief state of deep suction. a metal marble drifting coldly through the stars. Hundreds of thousands of souls are now encased in the densest thing in the universe, pressed too tightly to narrow their eyes at a certain human, if they could even think in this state.

You get up to the edge of this room, glancing into the darkened alcove, and your suit slowly lights up to point the way, which is met with 6 pairs of white reflections. Eyes. You take your first, slow step back, and gulp to yourself when the first of these figures reveals itself from its alcove. A you-sized, deep blue velociraptor, head craning left and right as to take in your form. You freeze in place as it closes the distance, powerful, big feet thumping while they put one alongside your foot and slowly dig their claw until its pinning your sole against the floor. The eyes meet yours, it takes you in with both sides of its slender, pointed muzzle, its slitted sight scanning you like prey. You wince as another one, just as tall emerges quickly with but a few steps, circling you the opposite way, before it deposits its muzzle on your shoulder from behind, sniffing you deeply. Hot breath encompasses you from both sides, the humid and earthy taste of their maws finding your nose while they press themselves against you from the sides, squishing you and forcing your arms to grab onto their bodies. The first raptor curves their gaze to meet yours, snout poking your nose. [[Boop|JurassicBoop]] [[Stand your ground|JurassicNeutral]] (unless:(history:)contains "JurassicDom")[[[Lower your stance|JurassicDom]]](if:(history:)contains "JurassicDom")[[[Lower your stance again|JurassicDom3]]]

You press your nose to their muzzle, and they react quickly with a surprised pull of their neck. They blink a few times, thrown by your behavior but not enough to take a step away. The maw splits into a roomy, sticky pool, that quickly lurches forwards and snaps around your chest, shoving your entire head into the raptor's gullet. You gasp as your vision is replaced with strands of saliva quickly encasing your face, jaws clamping and pulling you forwards and onto your knees. You reach up to try to tug at the predator that's toying with you, but your wires get crossed when a long, slippery tongue pierces between your lips, shoving itself down your throat and causing a full-body shiver to overcome you. Your feet curl for a moment and your eyes twitch as composure starts to escape your form, giving in to the very soft and spongy thing in your esophagus. You feel your body pushed back until its resting against a shelf, and the maw you're partially inside of pushes deeper, both shoving your head into its gullet as well as a tongue into yours. Your gags turn to muted moans while it wriggles that slender organ deeper and deeper inside of you. Minutes seem to turn to hours, and it doesn't let up trying to invade your throat, you're fairly sure you're more filled with raptor saliva than yours. Your dick throbs painfully between your legs, too aroused for you to keep composure anymore, the pleasure drives you over the edge just as the raptor pulls back and leaves dozens of thick saliva strands connecting the two of you, a pleasure-addled face on you while you gurgle some of its ichor and feel your orgasm buckle your hips. It seems to notice your pleasure, as one large raptor foot squishes the little white spot at the end of your crotch, alongside your dick. You gurgle-moan a little, caught off guard, and blink while steadying your half-sitting down form. They're gone, and all that's left of the encounter is your steaming, drool-caked face. Raptor doesn't taste that bad. [[Next|JDone]]

You don't budge as the two raptors poke at you, looking for any kind of give in demeanor. One snout pushes against your stomach, but you keep yourself from stumbling. The two of them take a few steps back, returning to a more passive circling of your form, and the dark-blue one approaches your front, leaning down to poke at your crotch. Its large, steaming maw parts to reveal a much larger tongue than you'd expect, which eagerly wraps around the bulge between your legs, eliciting a small crack in your manly posture. The jaws wrap quickly on your bulge and the raptor takes a couple of steps forwards as it gives you a very sloppy blowjob through the thin layer of latex, causing you to reflexively grab at the snout with both hands. The other raptor eyes you closely while you hold your composure, but ultimately fail. Your tongue lulls out and your eyes shoot up in the blissful moment of your orgasm, nut filling the tip of your dick in a tight little bulge that the raptor licks playfully at. You stumble back onto a wall as you heave and wipe at your sweat-stained forehead, finding that both raptors have already left the vicinity. [[Next|JDone]]

A large, padded footclaw presses against your crotch, while the other raptor circles to face you. You stifle a sharp inhale, trying to keep your composure. It doesn't last long. With a windup, the raptor in front of you kicks your chest and slams you flat on the table, prone. It then climbs up above and places its large stomper on your face, wedging your nose between its padded digits, sole rubbing against your chin, and claws digging right above you. You muffle struggles while trying to kick away, but the other raptor not only wraps a powerful tail against your ankles, but squishes their own foot against your dick, just enough for it to be a little painful. You stop your struggles, and are forced to be in this space of submission, smelling (and tasting) this creature's foot while it slowly drags it down to your chin and forces a digit between your lips. You lick, reluctantly, and are rewarded with a lighter, nicer tap to your groin, sole rubbing up and down and causing your lick to subconsciously intensify. A few minutes of slow licking pass, and the silence breaks with snaps and growls. The foot pushing up to your face retracts, and you glance at the two raptors having a standoff, biting towards one another. The larger, a purple-toned raptor, seems to win this, as the other retracts and leaves the two of you alone. A bead of silence carries the tense moment of this raptor slowly turning its gaze to you, jaw open and revealing not only the rows of fearsome teeth but a much longer, almost cartoonishly big tongue, obviously a product of biological alteration. It runs to you, and you raising your legs in a defensive position only makes it gulping you a faster ordeal. You are down to your hips in jurassic gullet within mere seconds, having spun in the forced movement and facing down towards a very excited, spongy tongue. You groan as it slaps more and more and more slobber onto your face, pulling you until you feel gravity claim you more than the throat. You get stuck in its throat, head just between its jaws while the tongue above curls around and prods you deeper with slick squelches. The warm, humid surroundings reek of plant matter, and the organ below you doesn't... have an opening. The maw closes above and you realize, whatever this thing is, just sealed you in a featureless, slobber-coated chamber with no way out but up. You wriggle and try to get some balance in your curled-up form but find squelches tightening your form deeper, as you're pressed by a force outside of these walls. [[Next|JurassicDom2]]

*Splurt* You land in an unflattering pile of drool, similar to your first experience in this ship, and slowly pull yourself up to find the middle of the grassy enclosure, on your own. Facing the room you were just on, you see the large, swaying hips of the raptor as it leaves, nethers drenched as it seems to have gotten itself off from swallowing you alone. It takes a few minutes for you to gain your composure. [[Next|Enclosure]]

Jaws lock around your temples and drag you to the ground; You'd wince if you had a chance to react to the heavy stomping of big, padded raptor feet sticking to your face. You feel a similar pair pin your legs down and claws start caressing your crotch. Darkness fills the nearby surroundings as one of the feet find their way between your lips and nonchalantly pry your jaw before inviting themselves down your gullet. You groan and gag, back arching reflexively while it just sinks down to its first bend, using you like a sock. The other foot rubs padded, musky digits appreciatively around your nose and forehead, still balancing its entire weight on you. The raptor leg retracts from you, eliciting a heave as you feel slobber run down your cheeks, the wet foot squishing against your dick and making your toes curl in pleasure and pain alike. (if:$musk is 1)[The reeking, visible stench of these feet are permanently ingrained in your psyche, your mouth full of the taste of a very unwashed raptor foot having smeared itself against your throat, leaving your tastebuds saturated with the spicy taste.] The raptors disengage from your gasping body, not before taking turns in squeezing your dick with their stompers until you're nutting into your suit once more. Your exhausted form is left there, raptor footprints adorning your body from crotch to face. [[Next|JDone]]

You take a moment to smell the surroundings of this room, almost immediately catching the debilitating, intense scent of the raptor's feet. Your body succumbs to the need to huff the nearby prints on the floor, and you get on your knees, butt-up while you slather your face against the large, dirty smears on the floor. Little by little, your pathetic self scrambles closer to the hole on the edge of the room, the place where this stink seems to gather at, and the sight of three pairs of eyes makes your body shiver. A handclaw grabs the neck of your suit and drags you into the darkness, to a grassy pit full of snarls, hissed breaths, and low, exciting thumps all around. You feel and smell the two sets of paws stepping right in front of you, and you open your jaw quick enough to let the raptor scoop you up with it and fill your mouth with a most intense filling of unwashed jurassic pad, keeping you hoisted over what you assume to be the raptor, considering there's no light in here. You're held aloft by the foot in your mouth while the other tugs at your suit and rips it off chunk by chunk. You gag in excited attempts to lick and suckle on their foot, both hands gripping it and caressing the scaled, thick leg while it flexes inside your mouth, rubbing against each sensitive bud of your tongue and sending discordant sparks of both disgust and unhinged pleasure. The second foot finds your throbbing cock, and squeezes two fat toes between it, causing your eyes to cross as all pleasure is unleashed there and then. In the darkness of the room, a single raptor lays relaxed on their back, keeping a human held aloft by two feet while they are locked in a most depraved orgasm that coats the creature's hind. Your body quivers as it settles in a bliss-wrecked state, worked for a few more minutes right until you're a docile ragdoll left on the ground. [[Next|JurassicPaw2]]

The alcove's silence is broken by the constant, rythmic slurping and moaning from deep within, every once in a while accompanied with the shuffle of big and powerful raptor feet moving about. The ravaged human within couldn't escape even if they wanted to, now held to the ground by seven raptors that sit alongside him in a broken tree log, feet covering pretty much all of his body, with the exception of his oozing dick poking between toes every few minutes, just a messy byproduct of the otherwise very efficient foot cleaner that this group has the pleasure of getting. Every once in a while, a raptor will reward the human with a proper lapdance, or shoving his face into a cloaca. Regardless, his constant, unbroken stream of orgasms is more than enough reassurance that he's not going anywhere.

(display:"GunnerZoo")

(display:"Legu")

You follow the... strangely human-like creatures, though much bigger and bearing oversized limbs more akin to gorillas, through deeper and darker alleys of the district. They seem to pay you no mind, until they turn a corner and force you to catch up. As you round the alley corner, a pair of powerful hands grab you from the shoulders and shove you against flesh, thick, sweaty skin. You feel the ridge of a large crack split as you pull back and see for a second... the lack of an upper body. This six-feet pair of disembodied legs stands strong as the newest buyers feed you for a little extra girth to it. Your protests meet a most plush, sweaty hole that engulfs your body snugly, even when entering from an awkward side-profile. You feel your legs kick before they're grabbed at the feet and shoved inside. (if:$scat is 1)[You curl into nasty, brown slop, which bubbles and flows with intense heat, one you're having trouble coping with. The awful smell of boiling dung is enough to knock you out, but you resist while trying to dig for a way out.](else:)[You're having a hard time finding your balance in the cavern of fleshy insides, each grip slipping easily and sending you further into this maze of ass.] Where even are you? How is there this much space? The heat, the smell, the tightening space, they push those questions aside, as you feel the chamber tightening until it hampers any movement. All muscles lock you into a half-contorted pose that you're forced to hold until the chamber claims your consciousness. (if:$scat is 1)[***BLLLRRRPT*** A thin, but unbroken stream of dung flies from the disembodied legs' derriere, splatting into a small pile of already dung-encrusted plates. The skittering creature eagerly runs up to it, fishing for its dick and adding on a little bit of insult to injury with a stream of urine.] The now bigger, denser butt bounces proudly with each subsequent step, a little bit of a squelch echoing with every second step, as a little bit of a bodysuit slips out inch by inch, caught by the powerful ass muscles of this not-quite-alive entity, as it is ushered in for a nice night of debauchery. The addition of an entire human's worth of fat oughta make that encounter more enjoyable. ]