Jobix
Jo piled into the bathroom, slamming the door and sliding the bold across. He heard distant screaming, panicked cries and wet, soft pops followed by the pattering of slime. He had first seen them on TV as a live feed from New Zealand showed the countdown to new years fall upon city with no fireworks. A camera lop-sided in the street, void of people. Cum rain down the gutters like rain in a storm. They were clearly alien, the ones who walked freely about. The creature just leaned in front o

Looking for a good time? HUGE ORGY going on! Girls and cute boys welcome! Address is 13 Lavender Lane! Just knock on the door three times, two seconds apart so we know you saw the ad! See you there~
You know, ads for free, wild sex sound fucking awesome in theory. No doubt Jobix wasn’t alone in that thought. He saw the ad online in passing once or twice as he scrolled through his messages and social media feed and thought nothing of it.
Sure, the idea of no-commitment sex sounded appeali

“Your
work is simple: be at the party on time, dressed ONLY in the
materials provided. You will bring food and drinks to the guests. Do
this without incident, and payment will be delivered to you before
you leave the party.”
Below
this brief letter was a sum that made Jobix's breath stop. He lowered
the note that had been left at his door and looked at the items that
came with it. Laid out on his bed were a pair of leggings, striped
purple and black, a pair of matching arm warmers, and a str

Jobix
checked his chat contacts and his Steam friends list, but came away
disappointed. Lately, none of his friends were ever on. It used to
be, every night Jobix got into something. A game with Davidson,
roleplaying with Pylas, leading a campaign for Jonas and their group.
Fucking Kall. Now, all Jobix did was sit at home, alone at his
computer.
He'd
gone almost a week since his last real conversation with anyone. Some
of his friends had not spoken to him in several months, and Jobix was
beginn

It
was a feverish sort of dream, one he spent half his nights up
dreaming, sometimes dressed only in stockings and panties, sometimes
not dressed at all. Tonight, he wore a pair of orange and black
panties, bulged tightly over his crotch, lacing snug around his hips.
He
had a chat open on his computer, his eyes fixed on the last message:
“Then I'd jerk off. You still have no idea what it's like. Rubbing
out a human that's become your dick. Maybe I'll let you experience
part of that, someday so