Not Just a Blob Pt. 01

Miranda and best friend Jane wandered down the dark and abandoned lane together quietly giggling. Their weekend jaunts away from home, over the back fence and into the long flowing meadows of wheat and barley was their escape from the nurses uniform they were all too frequently dressed in and taken out of. The two friends skipped through the backstreets of the old city long abandoned and enjoyed the crisp cool air.

As they reached the end of one alley they turned and beheld the main street. Long left to rot, it was rumoured that it had been evacuated after a mysterious creature nearly wiped the population out. After many years and no reawakening the town was simply forgotten, and now served as the location for the girls' late night fun. Prancing around they laughed and shouted, throwing sticks and water, giggling and adventuring.

As the girls ran, they found themselves on a deserted shopping street. Cans and barrels lay strewn about, huge drums stood like broken soldiers. The girls paused their frolicking to examine a few.

It was as they came to the last few that they discovered a strange multicoloured liquid seeping out of a small group of barrels. The liquid, a glutinous bluish-yellow, bubbling and slowly running, ran in multiple places from the various cracks and holes in the containers and pooled on the ashen road below.

Miranda, slightly taller and with a more curvaceous build than her friend, knelt to look closer. With her springy, dull red curly hair and bright lipstick, Miranda was a hit around their hospital and frequently had mostly unwanted private appointments with the doctors. She was much desired around the place both for her skills in theatre and her body behind closed doors. Smart and adventurous, Miranda loved exploring the unknown - almost to the detriment of her safety. Her partner, shorter and more rounded but with excellently formed features and hence an almost equal object of desire around the surgery, had longer black hair and a cute flawless face. Together the girls made a crime fighting, breast busting duo.

But, only on weekends nights like these.

The girls, caught in a biased world dominated by the men of the sixties, were beyond their age. This was their escape from the perusal and penises of the men who had the social and traditional upper hand.

Miranda examined the bubbling liquid which seemed to almost gravitate towards her as she drew closer. Jane, behind her, held her arm to try to draw her to a slightly safer distance. As she pulled, the other girl reached in to sniff. Jane's shoe cracked on a jagged corner in the asphalt road she she fell to her ass, letting Miranda's arm go and subsequently sending her forward into the bubbling stuff. Miranda planted her hands deep into the centre of the stuff and watched as it seemed to bubble more around her hands, swirling inward as though sucked into her very skin. Jane cradled her foot and stood in pain, quickly seeing her friend and rushing to pull her out. Miranda let her friend pull her back so she was sitting on her legs. The girl, splay-legged, stared at her hands. To Jane, they were clean. To Miranda, they were on fire, and frozen, melting and cracking. She burned with sweat and heat and shivered with cold.

Jane, now concerned, stepped back as Miranda stood, staring at her friend. She doubled over, pain filling her body. Her stomach churned and shook and she let out whatever dinner was left in her. Jane stepped back, whimpering.

'M- Mir?'

Miranda spun at the sound, still bent over herself. She locked misty, unfocused eyes on her friend. She looked... Thirsty.

Miranda shot her hands out to her friend and threw herself at her. Because of her doubled over shape, she didn't make the distance and clapped her hands around the other woman's legs, toppling the girl. Her heels slipped around her feet and the struggling assailant's hands began to claw up the nurse's legs, tearing her skirt and digging into skin, uncaringly dragging her bent form over her friend. Blood was drawn as Miranda's stricken form assailed the woman, digging nails and even teeth into legs and hands, who tried but failed to kick her friend off. Miranda's eyes began to glimmer with an inhuman shine as she drew her form over the other woman, her strength slowly seeping away from fear and shock. their clothes caught and shred on the ground and pockets and buttons caught but still the mousey red haired woman drove herself doggedly up and on her friend. As Miranda, her buttons now burst, her bra and buoyant breasts pressed under her, came fully onto the girl, she glared down unto the girl. Fear gripped the woman, but she remained transfixed by her friend. Miranda sniffed, inhaling her friend's scent, her chest heaving, eyes sparkling wickedly. Primal drives further took over inside her.

'Fresh... Blood...' Miranda spoke with a husky, almost alien drawl, her sixties accent completely missing. And, without a pause, she pressed her lips into the other girl's. Tensed, groping hands forced themselves under the smaller woman's back, forcing their bodies together, breasts pressed against breasts. Wet saliva was exchanged, open mouthed tongue exploring, hungrily devouring their lips. As she did this her other hand crawled down her friend's front to the opening where the front of her skirt had been before it was torn off, pressed her fingers easily past her friend's white panties and in, into the girl below her. She became more frantic, her other hand savagely tearing the clothes from hers and then her friend's body, a rocking beginning as she forced herself inside her friend before stark nudity clung to their mating bodies squirming on the rough tarmac under the cold night sky.

Miranda forced her sex into her friend's, more juices mixing as her hand cradled her partner's butt and gripped, holding them as close as physically possible. The act was too far in to be escapable now. Her friend was lost, enjoying the sensations as her mind was numbed, her natural defences, reflexes and common sense shut down as her primal instincts were accelerated triplefold. The girls made love, and as they did, the blueish liquid began to run like a stream to them. Flowing up the short distance to the girl's bodies, surrounding them, forming a pool under them. Soon their bodies, intertwined arms and legs feeling and exploring and arousing the other, were lifted up on the stuff. As more flowed from the barrels, it flowed into them, seeping through skin, pouring into any open orifice, pussies, asses, interlocked mouthes, ears, everything. Before long they were engulfed in the stuff, looking much like claymotion models locked in carnal couplation.

And then the girls came, came hard, crying out past the stuff that completely covered them, their crotches rammed together as they pulsed cum into each other, looking a lot like blue wax models, their bodies a mass of running formation. Miranda threw her head back as she forced herself up and down her friend. From the barrels even more flowed, this time converging to forming a human shape. The liquid glistened under the moon as the inhuman being took shape and like that he stood before the rutting girls, stark naked, arms side by side, excessively large manhood hanging before him.

He looked upon his deciples, his two servants, relaxing in their embrace, gently feeling and touching each other in their post-mating pleasure.

The barrels, formerly overflowing with the gluttonous material, were empty.

Yes. Yes, this would do. They may not be much. But his second coming shall not fail. To the girls, who might or might not have been listening, it didn't matter, he spoke.

'My children! My Loyal Slaves! Together, we shall reclaim the people of this world! We shall make good on the mistakes of the past and triumph! I shall teach them the ways they left behind, teach them of the ecstasy only I can bring them! ARISE!' He cried, his manhood standing proudly as the girls did the same. They stood before him, his meat pointing thick and proud towards them like the arial on a remote control.

'OBEDIENCE! CHASTITY! LOYALTY! SLAVERY!' They silently pressed one hand to their right breast, another to their pussies, both closed fisted. Obedience. Chastity. Loyalty. Nudity. Obedience to their Lord. Chastity but for each other. Loyalty to their ruler. Nudity to their true selves.

The being that was once mockingly known as the Blob had reawoken, and, with years of time to think, would resume it's plunder of the planet it was confined to.

Now he had his deciples.

Now he had his intelligence.

Now he would have his dominance.

Now. He would be, victorious.

This world would learn pleasure such as they had never felt before.