Tim Drake was living in a nightmare.
 
He had found this lone girl with amnesia, Annie, who was wandering the streets of Gotham all by herself. Harassed by bikers, chased by a scary father and unable to figure out who she was, he dubbed her the aforementioned name and began to find out the mystery behind her identity. It all went south when they were cornered by an infamous criminal of the Batman's, Clayface, and the mud-like shapeshifter drove through through the sewers into a chemical plant.
 
There, he was cornered and unable to do more than buy Annie time. Clayface toyed with him, crushing him against the metal railing as he was unable to do more than amuse him. However, in letting out agonized cries Annie returned, pleading with her 'father' as she tackled into him. With her own surprising strength, the duplicate cried out in pain along with the originator, cuing the latter to degenerate into a shifting blob of brown goo.
 
She struggled, loops of mud curling around her wrists wrended off as she turned around on her clay-embedded knees. Whining out, she'd be suddenly wrenched back into the frothing ooze, arches of slimy earth wrapping her shoulders and pulling her into its mass. With the warmth sloshing in and around her body, she couldn't do more than weep aloud.
 
"No...!" Tim cried out with an aghast expression, recoiling at the horrific sight.
 
"Run, Robin!" Annie begged, pushing herself above the writhing surface and stretching an arm out in urgency; just long enough for her swishing arms sank beneath the tides of mud with her head. "Hurry, ahhhhhllmmmmmph!"
 
Growls and grinds were made, with odd appendages surging in and out of the molding living clay. It was like the worst kind of science project where chemicals and single celled organisms reacted in the most visceral of ways. His white-eyed, bulging toothed face contorted in and out with the waves of his own body, snarling and breathing with every undulation. Then, finally, a gap in the animated mud revealed Annie's face and an arm stretching out with desperation.
 
"AAAAAAAAHhhhhh..." She wailed out, just before she was utterly consumed. Clayface stood tall, the girl now degenerated back into his own cells and his own body was whole again. A broad grin smeared across his ugly face, his white eyes wide open as his large muddy hands gripped with experimental glee.
 
"NO!" Tim cried out with anger.
 
"Thanks for taking care of her, Robin," Clayface hackled, thrusting an arm out towards the angered teen. Even as he attempted to acrobatically leap to the balcony and jump off to escape, tendrils escaped his elongated appendae, catching him by all four limbs. Suspended with a startling yank, he let out a cry before he was hauled back towards the monster, his right hand smothering his upper body completely in its grip. "Now, how about I repay you for all the trouble you caused me?"
 
"Like I'll ever-ah!" He yelped out, feeling the mud subsume on his skin and through his costume. It was effortless, and the icky feeling of squirming mud slipped beneath his tight, form-fitting uniform, visibly stretching it with sinuous movement as it swirled around his developed frame.
 
"A-Ah! What are-MMM! You-ngh! Doi-AHN?!" He cried out between molesting touches to his nipples, brushing the supple definition of his defined pecks, down to tease and tickle his tightly packed abdomen into the navel. Even his arms and down his legs were entwined by muddy tentacles, squeezing and layering it with its moist mass that tenderized his person in all the right -and wrong- ways imaginable.
 
"Like I said," The Shapeshifter sneered. "I'm repaying you. Don't tell me this doesn't feel good after all this running and chasing in the night?"
 
"Mmmph! I'll-nph!" He stopped short, feeling his back coiled up around his midcenter, sliding between his shoulder blades up to the back of his neck. Subsequently it swept back down to his lower back, brushing the top of his tail bone to the crack of his pert ass. With his arms and legs kicking in place beneath the large hand of Clayface, he blushed madly, his blue eyes tearing up beneath his domino mask. Even now, he tried to squirm uselessly out of the grip, the molestation deterring him only slightly as he tried to muster another verbal retort. "Never a-ahn! Admit th-aaaaaaaaaaaat!"
 
Suddenly, his groin and ass were swirled by tendrils of muck. The warmth and softness of its firm grip surprised him enough to let out a squealing yelp, echoing within the chemical factory. Even as his nethers stirred from the unwanted touches of Clayface earlier, it was now firmly engorged beneath the pleasant hold of melting mud that gripped him while also slathering him completely. Tears ebbed beneath his mask as his mouth opened with mewling pants and whines, drool escaping the corner of his mouth as he felt the masturbating touch while almost completely ensnared by the animated clay.
 
"Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!" He breathed out, concentrating on the breathtaking sensation sweeping over him from the pelvis up all his affected limbs, torso and his neck to his buzzing head. Even now he was reclined by the hand, now shifting into flat-bed for him to lie upon as the lithe body of the athletic crime fighter, he could see his muck tendril coiled body spread sensually horizontal to the Shapeshifter. His uniform had all but melted away, exposing his muscled skin, muddied and moistened by sweat, as a constant ice cream swirl twisted around his buried dick; a sign that he was constantly rubbed on the outside as well as layers of mud within.
 
"Ahn! Mmf! Hah!" He panted, his eyes wincing past the domino mask as a tendril of gooy earth slid around his neck, over his face and between his eyes. Unfastening his mask to reveal his glistening, tear-filled eyes, the ooze of the mud slid back around and ebbed around his brow until it formed a bonet of muck over his head. The dirtied sidekick could only roll his eyes at the warm cupping feeling over his scalp, bowing his body against the shape-shifted bed with a purring drawl. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ffffffffffffffffffuuuuuCK!"
 
"You like that, boy?" Clayface grinned, continuing to play with the cute boy he held in his amorphous grip. "Like me touching you all over?"
 
"Mmmmm, yeaaaaah," Tim confessed, his mind all but submissive at this point. He was feeling too good to remember why he was angry or sad. It was just him and this wonderful mud that surrounded his whole body.
 
"Wanna feel real good?" He jeered with rhetorical query, knowing full well this boy hungered for it.
 
"Ah! Mhm!" He nodded ecstatically between a lip-biting moan, gyrating in the muddied grip of the tendrils sliding around his legs up the rest of his sculpted frame.
 
Raising his lower body at an upper angle, the intertwined legs spread out, presenting his mud caressed ass. When the clay material spread his cheeks to reveal a puckering hole, Clayface bent his rotund shaped head forward, his mouth opening with saliva drooling around his melty jawline. His pink gooey tongue slithered out, swirling towards the hole and began to insert itself.
 
The sensation brought a scrunched up face of discomfort on Tim's visage. Groaning, he'd feel his hole clench down, rejecting the slimy touch to his sensitive nub. Then, after oozing fluids over it to warm it up, he released his sphincter muscles and allowed it entry. Immediately afterwards his mouth opened wide and his eyes bulged. Head banged back as he felt a gelatinous bulge surge deep into his bowels from his widening anus.
 
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAAH! HAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He cried out, his voice ringing within the massive machine filled chamber. His tongue crawled out as he felt his guts pillaged, his mud slathered abdomen already contorting a worm distended crawl through his intestines. Bulging and slithering, his belly wriggled with the tasty swirl as his navel pushed out and around with sexy bumps all over his lower half.
 
Amidst his peaking ecstasy, the swirl of mud transformed into a viscous mouth, sucking and slurping his trapped erect penis intensely. Even the tentacles teasing his masculine nipples latched onto them, milking them insistently while his coiled arms and legs were enveloped into earthy tendril mouths. Their throats sliming his dirtied limbs with sexual vigor, urging his body to undulate in a wriggling dance as his upturned ass was continually slobbered and pierced all the way into his innnards. With his stomach contorting outward, it looked like he was pregnant with the supervillain's tongue, his suckled pecks pushing out like effeminate breasts in response to the inflation of his body.
 
"Hah! Mmmmf! Nnnnnnnnnnf!" Robin cried out, tears and saliva leaking profusely from his sweaty, mud stained face as he continued to ride Clayface's tongue and enjoy his smothering, voracious grips all over his masculine sculpted body. "SO-SO goooooooooood! Nnnnnnngh!"
 
With a spasming jolt, he whined out with release, shooting wads into the shape-shifted mouth. Bowed back, his smothered limbs shook in place, his lips quivered with shaky lids closing tight. His body practically glowed from the orgasm he experienced, held in the muck of this crazed shapeshifter. Mind reduced to buzzing mush, he sighed as his belly shrank and emptied itself of contents with the mud-man's tongue retracting back. Watching it slowly pull out, he moaned open-mouthed as his ass let a squelching pop, now agape for something to fill it once again.
 
"You want me to fill you up again, don't you?" The monster let out a husky murmur as his muck caressed the contours of his butt's fat. It made him shudder, his face warming up in response as his eyes looked dangerously aroused. Licking his lips, he bit down on his lower one before his eyes stared straight at his blank whites and nodded slowly.
 
Chuckling, he flipped the small bodied teenager and pressed him against the railing. The smooth hold of mud kept him from feeling its cold metallic texture, merely its solid abrasiveness as he was thrust forward while his engulfed limbs were pulled backwards. Large hands wrapped around his muscular abdomen down to where it met his pelvic bone, his entombed legs spreading out on command. He'd feel an erect bulge of solid muck press against the crack of his ass, coiling high up and flow lowly with its hot veiny texture.
 
Panting shakily, he was filled a burning desire to be filled again. And not just that, but to be fucked hard, and raped till he was spewing out all sort of expletives in erotic response. Feeling the erection grind against him in a teasing caress, he wiggled his rump in response, moaning out with impatience.
 
"Do it!" He moaned in a voice unlike himself; far more effiminate and filled with hunger. Looking over his shoulder, he wiggled his rump once more against the defined prehensile limb of Clayface's intent on reaming him. "Fuck me. Fuck me long and deep!"
 
"As long as that's what you want," Clayface raucously chuckled, finally pressing the head of his shape-shifted cock into his gaping hole. Wider and full of meaty girth, the mud-shaped limb surged into his loosened bottom and surged straight into his guts. The push was gradual but without rest, pushing out the stringy bits of his intestines as it shoved all the way into his stomach. By the time it bottomed out, Robin had all but opened his mouth wide and let out a hoarse, wide-eyed squeal of breathless reply.
 
"You feel that?" The Villain growled, the navel of stretchined outward at an angle, nearly a foot and a half with the curvature of his erection being defined by stretched skin. Suds of gurgling saliva accumulated around Tim's mouth, his eyes nearly rolling back from the sheer mass filling him up. When he pulled back till his belly was only slightly bulging, he snarled with feral hunger as he thrust back with a violent clang against the railing. "Feel it *now*!"
 
"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!" Robin howled out, his body quaking from every nerve ending imaginable. His belly arched with every squelching meaty stab, and slurped back with a pooching motion when pulled even partially out. Sliding in the muddy appendage barreled through any opposition his intestines might have had, sliding effortlessly to fill his stomach fuller than the tongue had and shove it against the wall of his midcenter to the bottom of his navel's flesh. Each time he thrust and pulled out, stars sprayed in Tim's vision, his muddy bonnet covered head feeling electric shocks of ecstasy from the fire of his very full insides.
 
Picking up speed, Time would start to change the tune of his cries, matching the fervor of his molestor. Each stabbing motion changed intermittently, sometimes grinding within with a roll of the broad hips, buttering new bundles of pleasure receptors he didn't have touched before. Purring out as he thrusts would be changed for rotations of his innard full girth, his lips pressed tightly, leaking out saliva to drip off the side of the railing he was pushed against.
 
Accelerating, he began to mewl out loud with rapid cries, heightening the pitch of his voice and tickling the pressure along his mud wrapped spine.
 
"Ahn-Ahn-Ahn-Ahn-Ahn-Ahn-Ahn-Ahn-Ahn!" He yipped out, continuously shoved forward with every single strike through his bowels up his digestive tract. His stomach soon sloughed out, the bottom of his esophagus becoming teased with the head sidling up to press against it. His throat tingled as his buzzing brain was engulfed with an aurora of pleasure that multiplied his currently ecstatic state of being.
 
As if it couldn't have gotten anymore sensual, it began to climb upward. The massive contours of Clayface's erection marched up with every thrust, kicking up saliva in a fountain from his sudsy drooling mouth. With eyes nearly rolled back completely, Tim spurted out drowning gargles right before the chest bulge shot straight between his bulging boy breasts and to the back of his mouth; shooting straight out a muck-shaped cock, swirling all around like a blind snake.
 
"AHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFF!" He gurgled around the impossibly wide bounty of goo in his stretched-wide jaws. Tears slid in abundance across his reddened cheeks, drool and mud slipping off his stretched lips down his chin. Shaking in the moment, his body let loose another bounty of spunk within the muddy coils, quaking with mounting pleasure he never foresaw imaginable.
 
The sensation of his entombed legs sinking into a deeper warmth barely caught his attention. Cognitive senses were dulled by the burning buzz of warmth embedded in his skull, aided by the bonnet of muck massaging his black haired scalp. Smiling past the oral bondage, he felt at peace as his tendril wrapped feet sank into the melting thighs of Clayface, soon pulling in his anally full rump in with his waist and entombed arms. Even as the worm of an inhuman mast swallowed down his throat in an undulating wave, he sputtered out muck as he shivered into the center of Clayface's belly.
 
With his shoulders engulfed up to his neck, he felt like he entered paradise. A gleeful grin spread over his exhausted features, his moistened visage ebbing sweat, tears and saliva as his bonnet-covered crown slowly folded into the essence of Clayface. Even within, he'd squirm and contort, sensually stretching his body from within much to the supervillain's glee.
 
If he wanted to, he could just smother him completely, drown, crush or just plain digest him. But no, that felt far too good to pass up completely as a one shot deal. Deep within, he remembered how he created the girl he called 'Annie', having shapeshifted a piece of a memory of his and made it partially sentient. Even without completely eroding him, he could make use of this Robin for himself.
 
So there he sat, his belly swirling and molding the boy within. He'd squirm in resistance as he'd feel an inherent wrongness from within his psyche. But the more he wrestled against the current of mud, nestled deep inside of him, he began to feel it surge into different parts of his body. His ears would be filled, along with his nostrils and mouth. The mind would be flayed with shapening muck, his purpose re-defined and his organs transforming into something far more malleable. Bucking and squealing, his shape would manifest in a variety of ways, firsthand experiencing the birth of his new existence.
 
Slowly, an orb of mud plopped out of Clayface's gut, plopping onto the catwalk grating. From there it let out a purring moan, separating at the seams and crafting appendages. Soon a torso was made along with a head, hands and feet. The defined slope of a far more graceful creature emerged, pushing itself to stand upright before its 'father'.
 
Transforming the complexion to a peerless fair tone, a pair of rounded cheeks leading to a smooth chin beheld a pair of supple soft peach colored lips that shined in the dim light of the factor. Blue eyes framed by long black lashes, blue eyes fluttering with a cute button of a nose. The forehead was covered in a sweeping head of shiny curls, gelatinous and gooey but softe enough to run one's fingers through with ease. Stretching down a pair of dainty shoulders to a slightly swollen pair of breasts, a muscled midcenter sloped down a smooth back to dip just above a heart-shaped-pillow pair of ass cheeks. Complemented by the smooth toned abdomen down to a cute penis hanging limply between thick thighs where the gooey curls of hair rested from behind, all the way past polished knees and buttery calves to dainty feet.
 
Clay Boi, the muddy trap had been born by the insidious shapeshifter, Clayface.
 
"Do you know what your purpose is, my little doll?" The supervillain asked with a jeering inhuman grin.
 
Flashing a flirtatious bat of his eyes, Timmi Drake winked and wiggled his sumptuous ass win an undulating dance. Seductive to the sight, he let out a girlish giggle as he blew a kiss towards him, "My job is to woo the hearts of cute boys and men, for pleasure and more. That and to pleasure you to your heart's content, daddy."
 
"That's my boy toy," He growled, stretching out an arm to pull his girly creation up to smoosh his melty chest against the more consistently defined breasts of his trap child. A pair of lithe hands arched up in a feline curl around the thick neck of his, the new sidekick of his pulling himself up to press his effeminate mouth against his in a sloppy snog. His tongue filled his mouth to abundance while their lips smacked in a shameless display of incestuous transformed fervor.
 
Gripping his ample hindquarters, Timmi squealed in his grip, twerking in his mucky hold over his ass. Erecting a new appendage from his approximate pelvic region, it'd soon surge up into his puckering anus, slurping straight in without pain and effort. A giggling shriek filed his mouth as he'd begin to penetrate the Clay Boi, sliding him up and down across his muddy chest, dirtying his current human-equivalent appearance.
 
Twisting around, Clay Boi would wrap his arms up and around his daddy's thick neck, allowing the mud to wash away the shape-shifted complexion of his while being anally pounded. Even as his belly swished and sloshed with massive intrusion, the fair skin was exchanged for a soft chocolate brown, while the curls of hair went from deep raven hue to a texture of deep chestnut hue. Even the eyes went from a dazzling blue to a pair of black orbs, with lips of a soft almond texture.
 
Mewling, he'd cry out as he shared ecstasy with his new papa, and become forever entangled with the supervillain's life; both for business and pleasure.
 
"Mmmmmmmmm," He'd moan, kissing up at him as he bent his head into his chest's folds while his face leaned down, their mouths merging in inverted position. Tongues swished and lips smacked as they were all but lost in the fever of lust they shared for one another. Once separated with lines of mud and saliva, they shared hungry smiles of mutual pleasure, soon carrying on with the rapturous love making all through the night
 
Never once bringing up Annie or the Dark Knight again.
 
 
 
(Trap!Tim-Drake's new Look: I'm thinking of a long mane of curly locks reaching his thighs, a slightly swelled chest to add femininity and keep the muscle definition around the abdomen down to wider hips and thicker thighs down smooth calves and dainty feet
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