The Box - Part 1 — BackedTGC

It was my day off. I had just worked about two weeks worth of shifts in a row, and I was exhausted; the moment I got back home the night before, I collapsed in my bed and slept for about 15 hours straight. I probably could’ve and would’ve slept longer if not for some asshole ringing my doorbell in the morning. I wanted to ignore it, in the hopes that whoever it was would give up and leave me in peace. That’s what I tried for the first few times I heard it ring, but whoever it was at my door was incredibly persistent. By the 11th ring I realized that I had to go down there and teach my visitor how to take a hint. I threw on my robe and marched over to the door. I probably should’ve checked out the peephole first to see who exactly I was dealing with, but the 12th ring pissed me off so much that I flung the door open, ready to lay into the jackass. “What’s the big fuckin’ idea, dickhead!” I shouted as I stepped outside, probably much angrier than I should’ve been. But my anger quickly turned to confusion as I realized that there was no one there. I checked to the left and right, but nobody was around, at least that I could tell. “Probably some fucking, neighborhood kids, or something…” I muttered to myself as I rubbed my eyes and turned inside. As the door closed behind me, though, I stopped as I saw something that wasn’t there a moment ago. Sitting at my feet, right in the entrance to my place, was a small box with a bow on it. To say I was confused would be an understatement. That box could not have been there when I first opened the door; I would have tripped on it before I even had a hand on the doorknob. But who the hell could’ve put it there? The wind? The only explanation was that I was still asleep and that all of this was a dream. So, I pinched myself. When that didn’t work, I tried biting my tongue. When I still had not woken up, I tried closing my eyes and concentrating all of my willpower into ending the dream. When I opened my eyes, I was still in my bathrobe, looking at a bizarre box that apparently came from nowhere. So the only other explanation was that I was going insane. “Ok,” I said. “So this is what happens when you work as much as I do, you go crazy and hear doorbells and imagine packages in your house.” I sighed and bent down to pick up the box, half-expecting it to disappear as soon as my hands made contact. To my surprise, however, it was solid, constructed from thick cardboard that didn’t budge as I grabbed it. So maybe I wasn’t going crazy, maybe something… weird was happening. I noticed a small note tucked neatly under the bow and gently pulled it out to read it. There was only one line written on the paper: I know you’ve been stressed as of late… this should help you unwind. :) I had no idea who it could be from or how they knew about my work situation. I didn’t recognize the handwriting. Maybe it was one of my friends playing a prank on me? I set the box down on a nearby table, and undid the bow. With more than a little caution, I took the lid off and was greeted by two objects, a large metal cylinder, and a small tube of black liquid. Under the tube was another note, this one typed instead of handwritten. It read: For best results, 1) Load catalyst into cylinder base 2) Open cylinder lid 3) Aim at desired target. Enjoy! I looked over the contents, still very weirded out by how they got there and who they were from, but I was also growing very curious, especially if it would help me relax. I have to admit, I did like the sound of that part. “This must be the catalyst then,” I said as I held the tube up to the light. There was no lid, so I couldn’t pour out the liquid and see what it was. The only way to find out would be to follow the instructions. I found a small hole at the base of the cylinder and loaded the tube in. This next part was the most nerve-wracking. For all I knew, there was a million dollars inside waiting for me to spend it. Or, I had just armed a bomb, and opening it up would blow me sky high. Yet, I still wrapped my hand around the lid and twisted, until it popped off easily. I reached inside and grabbed something long. All of the tension left my body when I pulled a rubber dildo out of the case. This had to be a prank, either from one of my friends or some kid with too much time on their hands. And here I was getting all worked up over nothing. I felt incredibly stupid. As I looked it over though, I noticed a small drop of black liquid coming out of the tip. I pointed the tip towards me to take a closer look. “What the fu-“ I said, before the cock spurred the black goo all over my face. It was warm and sticky, and a little bit got into my mouth before I could close it. It shot about 4 or 5 ropes on me before it was empty, and I just stood there for a moment in complete silence. I was pissed. This prank had gone way too far. I threw the dildo on the ground and yelled in frustration, and headed to the shower to get the liquid off of me. I threw my bathrobe off too, so that I wouldn’t get any more on it, and I was completely naked with the slime dripping down me. I turned the shower on to let it heat up, and took a moment to breathe. That’s when I noticed something was off. The liquid was not just dripping down, it was… spreading. It had already covered my cheeks and nose, but it was moving towards my forehead too. While I thought I had only gotten a few splashes on my chest, it was practically covering both of my pecs at this point. The stuff that had dripped down to my legs had already spread across my entire right thigh. I tried to wipe it away with my hands, but that seemed to just spread it further, and soon my entire upper body was covered in the goo. Anywhere it touched, I felt a strange tingling as well, as if something about me was reacting to it. I started to panic, and looked at the water running from the shower. Thinking that it was my best shot to get it off, I leapt in. For a moment, it seemed as if the goo had stopped spreading under the pressure of the hot shower, and I breathed a sigh of relief. That’s when I felt my cock and balls shoot up inside me. It was quick and painless, just a sudden pressure that just as quickly went away. As soon as I realized what happened, I reached my hand down to where my genitals once were only to be greeted by a sudden surge of pleasure. A moan left my lips as I realized that this black ooze had just given me a PUSSY. I quickly pulled my hand away, but an intense burning need had already started to form in my crotch. I began to buck my hips as the water poured down my body, and as if my arm moved on its own, my fingers were suddenly back down there massaging my new clit. The tingling feeling continued as the ooze spread further and further on my body. My limbs all slimmed down, and I felt myself lose a few inches in height. My once-broad shoulders drew further together, and I heard the pitch of my moaning rise as the liquid moved up my neck. I sounded like something out of a porno. The liquid finally reached my head, and I felt my facial features soften underneath its touch. I felt an intense pressure around my hips as my body continued to change drastically. My waist cinched in while my thighs and hips plumped up, giving me the kind of hourglass figure you’d see on an Instagram model. Then, fat started pouring into my ass, throwing me off balance and forcing me to stick it out behind me while I continued to finger myself. My asscheeks inflated rapidly, to the point where even with the ooze covering it, I could feel my ass jiggle intensely as I moved my hips. I looked back behind me and was shocked by how enormous my butt had gotten. It was the kind of ass that you could grab handfuls of.

As soon as my bubble butt reached critical mass, I felt a new pressure in my chest. I knew what was coming, and I tried to use my free arm in a futile attempt to hold back the pressure. However, my arm rubbing on my nipples only served to create a new surge of pleasure in my body, and I went from trying to hold back my new breasts to massaging them as they blossomed on my chest. They were round, soft, and sensitive; each squeeze was pure bliss. They went from A cups to Es in a matter of minutes, but I was too lost in the pleasure to care.

I was desperately rubbing my pussy as the changes finished, but no matter how fast I massaged my clit, or how much I fondled my tits, I couldn’t cum. I was dimly aware of the liquid changing around me, receding from my face while hardening into more of a latex-esque substance. The material hugged my new curves in all the right ways, accentuating how juicy my ass looked and how big my tits were. I was a bombshell, the kind of woman you would dream about. God, I looked so fucking sexy, and I felt sexy; why couldn’t I fucking cum??? That’s when I remembered the dildo in the box. Part 2 coming soon!