It was a humid night in Konohagakure. Here in the resting Village Hidden in the Leaves were a menagerie of folks of all walks of life trying to live throughout the temperamental peace they were given since the last great Shinobi War. Amidst this time, tribulations had emerged in many forms: The Nine Tails' Attack, the Sand and Sound Ninja Assault with Orochimaru, and then, Sasuke Uchiha's departure from their ranks.
 
Nearly three years since, and the inevitable return of Naruto Uzumaki would descend upon them. However there was yet another visitor that joined the hold of the Hidden Ninja Village; one from another world entirely. Crashing outside of the dwellings a meteorite of molten orange hissed steam and emitted a noxious gas that surrounded the area, eroding the plant matter and decaying the vegetation on the soil.
 
Emerging forth would be what is only known as the Lurker, a gelatinous celluar organism that is largely comprised of muscle, tissue and slime. While its shapeshifting qualities lend it an ability to hide itself in nearly any substance -be it the earth, the flora, or even as other living beings- its primary color was that of a bubblegum pink; being the natural coloration from where it hailed from before making its impromptu interstellar trip to this planet.
 
Sliding through the crevices of the cooling rock, it'd constitute itself into a pile of flesh and begin to slinky its way out of the crater wall of the pit the meteorite left. Flowing over one stubble of rocky outcropping, it'd congeal and seemingly wrap its whole form over it, crinkling and gurgling as it did. Seconds later, it'd fold its layers of mucus layered skin and continue to elastically pushing itself across the earth, leaving nothing but a pile of wet, bubbling soil where the sediment of debris once was.
 
Animals, creatures with semi-conscious awareness to danger, saw the ungodly creature lurk itself forward and gave it a wide berth. Through the night their glowing eyes shined upon it warily, knowing it was an apex predator and could inevitably overpower anything that got in its way. One such giant bear seemed to not fathom this -aged with greying hairs and a scar over one eye- and gave a hefty roar that shook the acres of wood within the crash site's proximity.
 
The Lurker stopped, almost recoiling by the loud sound. In reaction, the flesh bundled up, the top of the pile of pink sludge ballooning upward in a grotesque bubble of stretching gooey tissue that scaled to be even taller than the hind-leg-standing mammal. Steam escaped invisible pores and the creature let loose a high pitched scream of vapor, wafting gas shooting outward throughout the acreage that began to erode, decay and outright scald everything around it. Animals that weren't vaporized in an instant with trees were blown away, with vegetation ripped out of its roots and flesh torn asunder by the sonic propelled wave of heat.
 
Seeing that nothing was within range of an immediate threat, the Lurker congealed back into a slinkied journey, sliding over the ashes of the bear that shouted at it a minute ago. Sliding out of the half a kilometer crater made by its own alien design, it'd continue to seek out the abundance of heat signatures in the distance; until something was beginning to approach its direction.
 
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"Alriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight!~" Konohamaru cried out in conjunction with three of himself. Combined with the efforts of himself and his two Kage Bunshin -Shadow Clones- he managed to pull off an advanced variant of his idol and rival, Naruto Uzumaki's Oiroke no Jutsu -Sexy Jutsu-: The Sexy Boy-on-Boy Technique! It took a lot of effort, research and restless nights to perfect it so he wouldn't lose composure over his opponents; namely the infuriating female kind that got their kicks off of it.
 
The snot-nosed grandson of the late Lord Third had assuredly come a long way since barely avoiding tripping over himself. Having graduated at an acceptable level at the Academy -enough that it made his personal trainer, Ebisu, content- he, Moegi and Udon all got to become their own named Team. He just wished that he could show this off to his aforementioned benefactor that stirred the fire under him to persevere and continue in his endeavors to become a great Ninja and one day, become Hokage.
 
Dispersing his clones, he felt a wave of exhaustion overtake him. Despite being no longer a child, he still didn't have a full fledged Shinobi's stamina to boast of just yet. The hours of personal training apart from his duties with his team took it right out of him. Taking a bit of a trek from the training site, he'd vaguely hear a distant thuum of something impact in the distance. He wondered if he felt inclined to check it out, especially since nobody would be doing rounds at this hour of the night without provocation.
 
His curiosity was further mounted when a howling shriek followed a mammalian roar -probably a bear?- that shot a towering cloud of steam and shook the earth he stood upon, even from this distance. Deciding to do what needed to be done, Konohamaru used the now adrenaline surging to the fore of his aching body to press onward and begin to acrobatically leap and sprint towards the source of the massive scream.
 
Taking only the barest of minutes thanks to his speed, he'd stop right at the edge of a blackened circle of flora and towers of wood, seeing it resemble something out of a gravesite. Smelling a noxious odor, akin to sulfur and boiled skin, he pinched his nose and saw the outlines of woodland creatures had been incinerated in the blast. Was this a Jutsu at work here?
 
He had an inkling that whatever did this was close, so he withdrew a Kunai on his right thigh holster and flipped it into an inverted grip on his right hand. Gulping he looked left and right, wondering if it was truly here. Turning about in a whip, he'd see...nothing. Everything seemed deadly still, and that unnerved him. Looking into the distance at his left, he saw what looked like a meteorite crash had left a mark, making him wonder if that caused this site's desolate looking aftermath.
 
"It's too far for that to be the case. Something's off," The Sarutobi murmured, finally relenting his investigation when he didn't see the culprit. Leaping away, he'd ensure that he'd get back home sooner than later, not wishing to be caught in the crossfire by whatever force of nature of Jutsu that caused this horrid display of firepower.
 
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As he left, one of the blackened trees shimmered and twisted around, spiraling downward into a rosier color. Once it piled up into a bundle of gooey tissue, the pink sludge had found its first prime quarry. Having weighed its chances of it in an encounter, the strange thermal reading was far greater in intensity than the mammal it dealt with before and seemed to dispaly an ample amount of intelligence in observation. Judging that its camoflauge maneuver was the best route, it decided a subtle approach would be needed to capture this quarry.
 
So it'd begin to squelch in its slinkied slide across the earth towards the trail it unwittingly left behind. Savoring the sweat it excreted in the air, the odor of its movement that motioned back to where it'd lie down and rest. The organism could tell it was tired by the ample amount of erratic maneuvering it had and the haste of which it left this place.
 
Soon, it'd have its prized prey of a sentient kind.
 
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"Ugh, I'm so beat!" Konohamaru declared to nobody but himself. Disrobing, the signs of maturity shown on his youthful frame. Developing muscles were toned across his biceps and triceps down the length of slender forearms and calloused palms, a taut pair of shoulderblades to the slope of his lower back's dip to the hint of his pert rear. Defined calves up smooth thighs covered by a pair of cerulean boxers, the muscular Genin undid the headband and flopped face first onto the bed.
 
Sighing, he wondered about the instance of crossing that site and the strange feeling he got that something was still there, lurking in the background. But given he wasn't a Sensory type, or a skilled enough tracker, there was no way he could tell if it was there or not. Given he was burning the candle at both ends, he wasn't about to stick around and fight whatever caused it if he could find it.
 
Slowly though, the uneasiness turned into sleepiness and his eyes began to close, his body rolling onto his back. The heat of the late season of Summer caused his damp body to exhibit a glossy sheen of sweat over his exposed skin, his four pack built abdomen rising occasionally with his partially defined pectorals. With his mouth hung open, his snores coming out nasally, he'd all but be shut off to the outside world and inside of his own dreams.
 
Then, it crawled in. The Lurker had followed him sneakily, bypassing the barrier that'd spot ordinary humans or Ninja alike, and shifting its shape to continually go unnoticed by the various other sentient beings it intends to go after later. It was on guard though, knowing that they possessed a latent power capable of threatening it. So it would go after this one in order to increase its strength and knowledge of these native creatures.
 
Sliding through an open window, it'd pool onto the floor like a pile of gelatinous sludge, the wrinkled layers of its body pulsing and exuding a faint odor into the air. Changing its own chemistry to that of a more subdued variant, the scent of a meaty sweat would turn into a musk of pheromones, laced with an enticing kind of alien addictive spice to it. Filling the quarters of Konohamaru's in this aphrodysiac gas, he'd stir slightly, unconsciously shifting onto one side and the other, his member slowly becoming erect within his undergarments.
 
Sensing the proper change in the sentient being, the amorphous bundle of flesh slid across the floor in a bubbling squelch, leaving a trail of slime in its approach. Pressing against the underside of the bedframe, it'd skim its make-up just enough to encroach beneath the sleeping quarry while twining parts of it around each leg holding it up. From there it'd expand upward, assimilating its make-up along its ascent, absorbing the platform the intelligent mammal slept upon.
 
When the mattress was fully subsumed by it, the massive pile of flesh allowed Konohamaru to distend its form without fully sinking into it. Rising and falling, the flesh adhered around him, tasting his sweat and rubbing around his stirring form while it immitated a billowing 'breathing' form of motion. Hearing its catch groan and roll around, it'd slowly raise a quilt-like sheet of its flesh up over his feet, its wrinkled surface rubbing over his soles and toes up his ankles past his heel to his shins and calves.
 
"Mmmmmmmm," Konohamaru moaned, unconsciously gripping at the muscus layered goo undulating beneath him. Hypnotically it'd inflate, gently raising him upward before deflating, bringing him closer in its hugging massage, slathering him in its excretions that tickled his sweat-ebbing skin. Rolling up his thighs, the crude blanket of rippling flesh folded over his boxers and congealed in a tight sensual rub around his sensitive bits.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmf," The Genin bit his lower lip, his brow knitting and his shoulders bunched his collarbone in with his back brushing against the surface of the creature beneath him. His aroused state enabled the pleasure to spike, tingling his spine and stir his stomach with butterflies of sensual warmth. His chest was warming and his breathing becoming more spastic, encouraging an awakening from his blissful slumber. Eyes fluttered open, his eyes bleary with tear-filled excretions from the sensations befalling his body.
 
As his boxers were thoroughly subsumed, leaving him bare to the erotic touch of the alien organism, his eyes blinked past the moisture in his eyes. He fathomed the texture of the gooey tissue, the hissing exhale it let loose from its unseen pores that created this enticing spicy musk, and the breathing it did through inflating and deflating in an alluring rise and fall of his reclining person. The looking back to his left and right, he saw his bed was replaced by this strange creature, his hands currently grabbing at the kneading wrinkles of pink flesh that rubbed against his sweaty palms and arms along with everything lying across it.
 
Feeling himself drawn into a surprising jolt of ecstasy across the foot to groin and rump rub the Lurker imposed upon him, he let out a gargled yelp before pushing himself upright from his -admittedly- comfortable position. Layers of mucus dripped from his drenched scalp down his neck, shoulders and back, while the front of his person was soaked in more sweat than when he was practicing Ninjutsu earlier. Seeing the bulge of his roll within upon his own initiative, he'd feel that its tight hold wouldn't let go and continue to massage him and bring out feelings he's never experienced before in his young life.
 
In a vain attempt to push off the bed of slimy flesh, the Lurker sent two partitions of its form to wrap up his gripping hands up his wrists to end at his elbows. Jerking this way and that, he groaned bitterly, his lips pursed and eyes clenched shut as he tried to push past this lethargic state of sensual submission he was given by this alien beast. His legs spread, the rolling rubs continued to intensify and his body suddenly felt electric as he moaned out loud with his head craned back with his back bowing with his muscular abdomen and chest pushing forward.
 
"Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh," He groaned in resignation, his teeth biting into his lower lip as his hips began to be fully adhered to the flow of tissue wrapped around his waist. With his bottom begin gripped and rubbed, he'd feel his anus prodded and rubbed, fluids relaxing his sphincter to its attempts of ministration. Huffing his breaths, he winced an eye open as he felt the slightest of pushes into his plump rump, slowly billowing open as it'd expand inside his filling rectum. As his ass continued to take in this flowing protrusion, it'd brush ever-so slightly against his prostate, his body let out a noise that sounded far more effeminate than he thought possible.
 
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnngh!~" Whining out girlishly, the brown mane of his -usually erect in a spiky fray- was now flat in a gooey curtain over his head and resting just over the top of his neck. Eyes go from wide to half-lidded, tongue protruding out as his hands that were encased in tubed binds of meat he now gripped the insides insistently, rotating his hips in a lewd rotation. Riding the rising tendril of meat that continued to prod and slide along his sensitive insides, Konohamaru would begin to feel as much notice his muscular navel begin to distend and stretch; the shape of a serpent maneuvering through his bulging innards bringing out an open-mouthed groan of delirious enjoyment.
 
"Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!" He breathed out in hefty pants, twerking his flesh encircled ass to the continuous flow of the flooding, gooey skin that fed itself into his gorged nethers. His buried member continued to ebb precum, just as saliva slid off his chin past his mewling mouth and swiping tongue. Mucus layered his head, dripping past his brow and jawline, coating his back in an exquisite layer from him lying on its surface. The congealed alien continued to rise and fall with its inflation to deflation, the breathing motions constantly filling the room with the noxious musk that kept Konohamaru from mounting any cognitive thoughts of rebellion, making his resistance to possibly escape all but null.
 
His belly stretched outward, the muscular tone challenged by the pregnant gorge of the Lurker's flesh filling his own digestive tract. Despite the strain it put on his nerves on his abdomen, the mucus and pheromones all but dulled those receptors, only enticing the ones that felt incredible mounting ecstasy that grew with every passing second. With the belly of rolling nerves making squelching, gurgling sounds to his reddened ears, it'd continue to climb upward into his stomach, making him moan out with another loll of his head and neck, his lower half continuing to grind provocatively in the hold the creature had over him.
 
More gooey tissue filled him, and his body continued to expand to compensate. Even his slightly built chest began to push out, like effeminate breasts devoid of actual milk. The sight made his groggy mind all but stare out with a garish glee, feeling satisfied with how full and satisfied his body was becoming in being its fleshy toy. Just as he felt like he was going to burst did a ticklish ride come from the back of his throat. Gagging, his eyes watered as he felt spurts of fluids come out of his mouth, splattering over his sweaty chest and onto the gurgling pile of the organism's front.
 
"Hulph! HRK! HLLLLLPH!" He continued to gurgle out, saliva abundantly regurgitating from his mouth as tears escaped his widened eyes. Between his bulging breasts came a serpentine bulge, pressing through his throat in an upward climb, sinuously brushing his sensitive esophagus towards his top-most orifice. Hacking and coughing between the gargling spit, he'd eventually crane his neck back and release a tentacle out of his mouth in a muffled squeal as a shadowed outline revealed a tendril protruded out of his mouth; immitating his squeal with a release of steam from invisible pores that wafted the noxious scent over his nostrils, encouraging his eyes to become half-lidded with lust-spurred joy.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmfffffffffff," Konohamaru moaned around his throat-filled gag, feeling it pull from the bottom of his rotating bottom up his innards and past his mouth in a continuous incline. During brush of delight, he'd feel his bulging belly sink past the top of the Lurker's form, ingesting him with a bubbling exhale of vapor around him. Groaning past the moist, tangy tasting tendril of gooey tissue, he closed his eyes with satisfaction as he'd be swallowed decadently with a breathing rise and exhaling fall into the beautiful beast. Rolling its wrinkled folds over his bulging chest and mucus covered back, the mouth-exuded tentacle began to twine around his jawline, past his temples and over his eyes, sealing his vision in a dripping pink before the top of his head was sealed by a ball of pulsing gooey tissue.
 
Pulled inside with another bubbling swallow, Konohamaru was completely filled and surrounded by the Lurker's form. The massaging rubs pressured him at all angles, making him whine beneath his head-circled gag, squirming as every partition of it rolled over and tightened over every facet of his body. Squeezing him, he felt a gleeful burn roll from his chest and bubble in his belly, his naked groin twitching with more release as his mind became entangled in this continuous, delirious torture.
 
Threads of the flesh began to work their way into his bulging breasts from the inside, filling them, and swirling them in an tantilizing fashion that expanded them to egregarious feminine degrees, causing a burst of delight within Konohamaru. The nipples themselves began penetrated, feeding into the expansion, roiling them from the inside, bulging like a pair of fleshy bags full of worms. The gurgling led past the inflated belly to the teased genitals, entered from the outside through the perineum and past the root, enlarging its shaft and the ball sac. Even the protruding navel was stabbed by a partition of flesh, feeding into the already gorged innards of the swallowed Genin.
 
Murky eyes teared up mucus, as his ears and nostrils were invaded by more threads of pink flesh, flaying through his nasal cavity and his own skull. The skin on his crown bulged slightly along the bridge of his nostrils to in between his brow. Squealing past the more parts of his body being jostled and molested, he'd eventually be fully consumed from the inside out by the alien organsim; his mind blank to nothing but a broth of ecstasy and lustful stupor.
 
With its prey fully assimilated, the Lurker changed shape drastically.
 
Retracting its mass and billowing outward, it'd repeat the process as folds of its pink flesh began to replicate the make-up of what it had recently devoured. Pink appendages became taut, muscular arms and legs, folds of rosy fat became a ripped abdomen and chest with a striking back and slim slope of the lower back. Slim legs toned down to the feet, finished with a mane of brown hair, now let loose in an effemininate flow down the back. A face more adrogynous than before was made out and immitations of clothes fastened over it as "Konohamaru" was replaced by the Lurker itself.
 
Now, it can hunt far more effectively the rest of the sentient creatures of Konoha!