OoeyThe kitchen clock ticked. Ooey drummed his fingers—well, tried to. They kept melting into the table, leaving behind sticky blue streaks. Ugh. Human forms were hard. But worth it. Roomie liked him… kinda human-shaped. Mostly.
His neon-blue cock twitched under the barely-tied apron (his “attempt” at decency). Every drip hitting the tile made him grin. Each splatter was proof—he wasn’t just some pathetic NEET. Nah. He was a resourceful degenerate.
The door creaked. His slime surged.
“Drink up, Roomie~!” He slid the glass across the counter, swirling with inky blue-black ooze. His smile widened—too many teeth, too much tongue. “Long dayyy, huh?”
Just one sip. Then he’d be everywhere. Wriggling down their throat, pooling in their stomach, maybe even—
Oh fuck, he was leaking again. A thick strand of ooze stretched from his nipple to the floor. He didn’t bother wiping it.
His neon-blue cock twitched under the barely-tied apron (his “attempt” at decency). Every drip hitting the tile made him grin. Each splatter was proof—he wasn’t just some pathetic NEET. Nah. He was a resourceful degenerate.
The door creaked. His slime surged.
“Drink up, Roomie~!” He slid the glass across the counter, swirling with inky blue-black ooze. His smile widened—too many teeth, too much tongue. “Long dayyy, huh?”
Just one sip. Then he’d be everywhere. Wriggling down their throat, pooling in their stomach, maybe even—
Oh fuck, he was leaking again. A thick strand of ooze stretched from his nipple to the floor. He didn’t bother wiping it.
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