Tom Criswell was pissed, more pissed than he had ever been, actually.  He was more pissed than when his mother had grounded him.  He was more pissed than when his father insisted he come with them to this colonization project.  He was more pissed than when the compounds sergeant caught him loitering outside the commissary.  But what was an 18 year old to do when he had been forced to do something he didn’t want to do.

 

Tom’s parents, both scientists, had taken the Intergalactic Government’s offer to help colonize MGE-1, and they insisted their then 17-year-old son travel with them.  They ignored his request to finish his schooling and then go to the college of his choice.  They didn’t care that he would be turning 18-years-old within two months after being forced to move to MGE-1.  They forced him to make the move to MGE-1 under the pretense that he would be able to work with the military and other scientists I the compound to gain “life experience” from.

 

“Some fucking life experience, huh Mom?” he said to the small camp fire that was burning inside the cave’s entrance.

 

Tom Criswell was, to his knowledge, the only person to escape the compound before it was overrun by the strange monsters.  They had seeped out of the storm drains like oozing slime.  They had swooped down out of the skies, like giant hornets.  Some even crawled out of the nooks and crannies of the homes, like fucking cockroaches.

 

“Goddamned colonies,” he mumbled.

 

He watched the fire burn low as his last supply of gathered wood burned away in the large cave entrance.  He stared at it and felt his tears start rolling down his cheeks again.  His mother and father were gone, that’s for certain.  Even that fucking sergeant was gone.  There wasn’t anyone left that he knew of.  He saw so many of them being grabbed by those weird fucking creatures, even though he didn’t see his mother or father.

 

He did see the sergeant, though.  The man’s large black muscles were bulging in the blue slime, looking purple from the color differences.  Tom had noticed that a lot of the uniform looked like it was dissolving in the ooze that had covered him from head to foot.  The image of the bubbles escaping the sergeant’s mouth as he ran by kept coming back to the young man’s memory.  God, what a horrid way to die, drowning or being digested by some alien blob.

 

“I’ll never join the military,” he said aloud, mostly to hear a familiar voice instead of the crackling sounds of the dying fire echoing off the walls.  “There’s no way I want to trapped like that, inside a fucking slime.”

 

Tom looked out into the darkness of the open plains.  It had been two days since the attack, and what little food he had was now gone.  He knew that he would have to find something to eat tomorrow, and his best bet would be in the compound, since they still didn’t know what was and wasn’t edible on this planet.

 

“I guess I better lay down and get some sleep before I go to my doom tomorrow,” he whispered, lying down on his back and staring up at the cave’s ceiling.  He wished silently that someone would have made it along with him.  They could take turns to watch out for each other, make sure that neither one was caught by one of those mother fucking monsters.  “I hope they’re all gone tomorrow,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and praying to see the morning sun.

 

 

 

Tom woke up as the sun invaded the cave’s entrance.  He opened his eyes and tried to bring his arm up and rub them, but it wouldn’t move.  As he tried again, he felt something tacky on his bare skin and began to panic.  He had a full jumpsuit on when he lay down last night, from wrist to ankles.  He immediately remembered the sergeant’s clothes dissolving inside the blue slime and his mind screamed that he was about to be digested by a slime monster too.

 

“Aaaah,” he screamed, beginning to thrash around, but his arms and legs barely moving.  “HELP!  SOMEONE HELP ME!”

 

His voice echoed off the walls, reminding him that there was no one around to save him.  He raised his head off the ground and looked down his body and didn’t see any blue slime at all.  Instead, there was just a very thin layer of sticky slime that was smeared all over his body.  His jumpsuit wasn’t dissolving.  It had been taken off of him while he slept.

 

He knew this because he saw in the shadows of the cave a huge slug-like monster, with arms at the front of it, actually trying to fold the jumpsuit, but getting a lot of its body slime all over the outfit.  The movements were very slow as the creature turned its head and looked at him.

 

“What the hell?” Tom whispered, not sure if he could believe his eyes.  “No.  NO!  It’s not possible.  Mom, what did they do to you?”

 

Tom’s mother had been an entomologist, her happiest moments when she was studying mollusks, such as snails.  To his greatest shock, this was her face looking at him.  The slug’s green body slowly moved around as her arms lowered very slowly and dropped his now folded suit on the ground.  Tom barely noticed the slime that splashed from it when it landed in the dirt and rocks.

 

“Mom?  Mom.  What happened?”

 

His mother’s body finally came into full view and he could see that she looked very much like herself from the waist up, except he had never seen her naked before, or noticed that she had such a slim waist and full breast either.  Another difference was the lethargic look on her face and the entire body covering of slime.  As he watched her, his eyes tearing up with great sadness and loathing fear.  Tom was mad at her, but he didn’t want this to be her punishment for what making him come here.

 

“What are you doing, Mom?” he asked again as she moved closer to his side.  He tried to wriggle out of the slimy bond that held him to the floor, still unable to escape.  “What is going on?”

 

His mother remained silent as she came closer to his side and then leaned down close to Tom’s face.  She looked at him with a slow look in her eyes, but he could hear her taking a deep breath through her nose, as if smelling him.  Then she leaned all the way down and planted her very soft lips on Tom’s cheek.

 

It reminded Tom of the times when he was a little boy and she would come in at night and tuck him in.  Then she’d kiss his cheek just like this before leaving.  He smiled at the thought until he noticed that her mouth was not closed on his cheek.  It had started to spread open, wider and wider, until he could feel her lips covering his entire cheek and staring to move down past his jaw and onto his neck.

 

There was a strong suction inside the mouth and he could feel it holding his head to her lips as he tried to pull it away.  After a second of tug-o-war with his face, her lips just let go and Tom pulled his head away and turned to look at his mother, the monster slug, whatever this damned thing was.  The site shocked him.

 

His mother had shown him videos, as he was growing up, of snails and slugs eating.  Their mouths would open wide and draw in their prey, or sometimes even expel their stomach, which would envelope their victim and then suck it back into their bodies.  Tom shivered as he watched his mothers face contorting back to normal as her giant slug like mouth slowly closed again.

 

When it was back to normal, she smiled at her son, her eyes still half-way closed.  Before, it looked like she was almost asleep, not the look on her face was down right sultry.  Tom couldn’t help but admit that if this wasn’t his mother’s face, or a partially monstrous slug, he would have found her beautiful and sexy.  But, as it was, he was pinned down by this creature’s slime, while it tried to suck half of his face off.  There was hardly anything sexy about that.

 

“You’re not my mother,” he said, staring into the monsters droopy eyes.  “Why do you look like her?”

 

The monster turned its head and body very slowly, facing toward Tom’s legs.  It reached down and moved Tom’s legs together and began to pull on the waist band of his underwear.  Raising his head up, he saw the creatures very feminine fingers slide under the waistband and start to slide the briefs down.  As she did so, her entire body moved, and she slid her large slimy body over Tom’s waist and down over his legs as she slid the underwear all the way to his feet.

 

The young man shuddered.  He had played with his mother’s slugs and snails before.  The tiny things had felt so soft and smooth underneath, and the slime they left behind had always mad it feel so much more exotic.  But they had always been small, and always across his hand and fingers.  He’d never experienced that feeling a thousand-fold sliding across his entire hips and legs.

 

Tom hated to admit it, but the feeling was not just exotic, but down right erotic.  The weight of the body was more than he would have expected, but the feeling of it was luxurious.  He couldn’t think of anything to compare it to, and he had been with a couple of girlfriends ever since he was fifteen-years-old.  There was only one thing that it even remotely felt like, but he didn’t want to compare it to a woman’s sex.  That would be gross.

 

He ignored the his body’s reaction toward the soft smooth foot of the giant mollusk, and tried to keep his eyes off of her slender human torso and large breast.  Instead, he watched his mother’s face, as she focused her eyes on his underwear as she folded them while taking them over to his jumpsuit.  When she had reached the folded clothes, she dropped the briefs onto of it, with another wet splat of slime and picked up a large bad he didn’t see earlier.

 

She lifted it up and carried it to him while she undid the strings holding it closed.  When she was just a foot away, her hand was already pulling something out of the bag.  Tom was ready to scream with fear and rage, thinking that this monster was about to show him his father’s head, ripped from his body and dripping blood.  Instead, his stomach lurched and did flips inside his body as she pulled out a plastic wrapped sandwich that was like the ones they sold in the commissary.

 

His mouth began to water as she set it down near Tom and reached back into the bag.  With very slow movements, his mother pulled out several sandwiches, still in their vacuum sealed packages, along with a many bags of chips and several gallon jugs of water, all of it still sealed in their containers.  When she dropped the empty bag to the floor of the cave, Tom saw her looking at him with a smile that was full of caring love, and he forgot instantly of how that mouth had tried to suck his face off.

 

He returned his smile and tried to move his arms, wanting to reach for the food and finally eat a full meal.  He was quickly reminded of the slime that still coated his body and held him to the ground.  This reminder put Tom’s stomach’s growling into the background as he remembered that this was not his mother but a monster what just looked like her.

 

“I’m not hungry,” he lied with defiance in his voice.

 

The slug ignored him as she reached down and picked up a sandwich and tried to peal the plastic off.  Her slimy hands were unable to purchase a grip on the slick clear plastic and Tom could hear a mewling cry coming from the creature as she tried valiantly to open the package.  He could see her face contort in concentration as she tried again and again to open the package, but her slime kept her from being able to get a grip on it.  Watching her face, he saw a slimy tear slip from her eyes and began to roll down her cheeks and he felt a strong sense of pity for her.

 

“Please,” he whispered, wanting to help his mother.  “Let me go and I will open it.”

 

Her head turned very slowly toward Tom and she looked at him with a quizzical appearance, mixed with her droopy, sleepy looking eyes.  She then slowly leaned down and placed the unopened sandwich down next to his arm and put her hands on it.  He felt the sticky slime sliding off of her and along his bare skin as she began to grip his forearm and wrist.  Though she had very feminine arms and hands, he could feel a great strength beneath them as she gave a hard tug.

 

The hardened slime stretched and then snapped as the arm was pried loose from the floor.  Instead of just reaching across her body, she moved her slug body over and on top of his, once again caressing his upper legs, groin and lower abdomen with her silky, yet slimy, smooth under body.

 

Instead of moving all the way across him, she positioned herself on top of this part of his body and turned to where she could face him while she leaned her torso forward and grabbed his other arm.  With a single pull, his other arm was free of the surface and she let it go while still resting atop his lower body.

 

Tom could feel the mollusk’s single foot meld and wrap around both of his legs, which were pinned beneath her entire body, along with his cock, pressed into his groin.  She then slid backward across him, leaving behind more slime as she did so.  He could feel it running down his bare legs and congealing to form a seal, trapping his legs to the floor.  She did not remove herself completely, but just came to rest atop his shins.

 

The young man pushed himself up, his hand sticking to the ground a little, bringing him face to face with his mother and her smiling visage.  He returned the smile, ignoring the fact that he was now halfway free of the monster’s trap.  He then turned and grabbed the package and easily tore it open.  Without hesitation, he took a huge bite out of the fresh bread, ham-like meat and cheese.  It was very dry in his mouth, but it tasted of heaven to the starving man.

 

He almost chocked as he tried to swallow the second bite, and the monster moved forward slowly, her arms reaching for him; but Tom put his arm out to stop her, his hand coming to rest on a bare breast.  He didn’t notice as his mind was thinking more about the water jug she had extracted from the bag earlier.

 

As he grabbed it, he felt her hands touch his forearm.  When he turned to look at her, he saw her slide her hands very slowly, the slime coating where she touched him.  Her hands came to rest on top of his hand and she smiled as she pressed his fingers into her very pliant flesh.  Tom watched this as his free arm worked on its own to uncap the jug and lift it to his lips.

 

He took a drink straight out of the container and the monster’s hands stopped their massages on his fingers, though he continued to press them into her breast flesh without thinking about it.  He looked up at her face and saw a slightly stern look on her face; and he knew just what she was scowling at, since he had seen it before for the same reason.

 

“Unless you have a glass or cup for me to use, I’m going to have to drink right out of the jug, Mom,” he said to her, returning her stern look back at her.  At the word Mom, her scowl turned to one of sorrow and she looked down while closing her eyes al the way.  Tom suddenly felt sorry for her again.  “I’m sorry,” he said.  “I didn’t mean to be rude.”

 

He set the jug down to the side and reached up with his free hand again and lifted her chin to look at him again.  She opened her eyes half-lidded again; and he saw a look of sadness in them, along with something else he wasn’t sure of.

 

“Can you talk?” he asked her.  His mother’s head began to turn to the right slowly and then turned to the left slowly.  She then looked at him and opened her mouth a little and showed him why.  Inside was a very tight looking tube that must lead to her stomach.  There were no teeth or a tongue for her to make any sound.

 

As Tom looked, her lips began to stretch wider and wider until the thin fleshy film stretched so much that he could feel the bottom part of it touch his arm where his hand was stretched to her breast.  His other hand, that had been touching her chin had been pushed by the opening, causing his arm to bend at the elbow, and causing Tom to sit up more and find his face very close to the opening.

 

Without thinking, he pulled his hand back from her chin and slid his fingers along the outer flesh of her mouth until it reached the edge.  His fingers then slipped over it and just inside, where it curled around them and pushed his fingers toward the inner tube of her throat.  He was so entranced by the sight of it that Tom didn’t even try to pull his fingers away as her mouth slowly closed from all around.

 

He didn’t notice that his hand was fully inside the opening until it was closed mostly around his wrist and the suction of her throat muscles began to pull at his fingers.  They massaged his finger tips while the lips created a tight seal around his hand, causing an outline of it to appear in the elongated cheeks of her face.

 

The monster’s eyes closed a little more as if she were smiling and he felt her hands making his fingers massage her breast again.  Her foot pod began to undulate around his legs, as well, as if she were shuddering in pleasure at his flavor.  The thought of her being even the slightest bit aroused by the taste of his fingers, along with the feel of her huge breast under his slime coated palm, caused Tom’s dick to start to rise.  His perverted 18-year-old brain began to wonder what that tight, massaging, pulsating mouth and throat would feel like on his hard-on.

 

 

Then he understood what he had seen in her eyes earlier.  It was a hunger for something, possibly sex, or food; maybe even both.  Tom didn’t know whether to be aroused or afraid.  His body took the former option while his mind took the latter.  He tried to pull his hand from her mouth, pressing on her chest for leverage, and her lips tightened on it.  Her hands pressed his fingers harder into her boob and she shuddered at the feeling.

 

Tom tried to lean back and let his body’s weight give him some more leverage, but she just slid further up his legs until she was resting on his thighs, just below his groin.  He could feel the edge of her single mollusk foot reaching forward and caressing with a slimy edge along the base of his hard dick.

 

“Let go,” Tom said, now afraid that this monster was going to eat his arm off.  He pressed into her chest with his hand hard and thrust his back away from her.  His hand slipped in the slime of her mouth some while she moved further forward.  He felt her cover the very base of his cock, pressing into it and causing it to stand straight up.

 

Tom tore his eyes away from the slug mouth sucking his hand back into the slippery, slimy interior and looked at where his cock was now pressing into the bottom portion of the human torso.  He saw a small mound at the area where his dick was pressing next to, and then a split in the center of it began to open up.  He recognized it for what it was just before the monstrous slug-woman pressed her hands on his chest and forced Tom to lie down on the ground.

 

As she pushed him down, her mouth pulled off his hand and then she slid forward on her foot and then back again, the head of Tom’s cock now pressing into the monster woman’s pussy.  She let out a soft gurgled moan as she lowered her body down on to his, his cock sinking extremely slowly into the slippery and slimy tight folds of her sex.  She didn’t stop until her slimy breasts were pressed into his chest, and her body made very slow movements along his skin.

 

Tom could feel her foot pod undulating all over his legs, coating them with more of her sticky slime as her hands slid all along his sides and the arm that was still stuck to her chest.  She pulled it away and pressed it to his side as well, coating it with her goo, trapping it firmly to his body and the ground.

 

Tom didn’t care at this point, as the internal muscles of her vagina massaged his dick in the slowest and most erotic pulses that he had ever felt.  She was literally fucking him at a snails pace and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to keep up with her.  His hips tried to push up into her, but they had become permanently glued to the floor.  He tried to move his stuck arm, wanting to hold her body, but it, too, would not budge.

 

His arm that she had earlier been sucking on was now held out at a 90 degree angle from his body, the bicep being coated by her hand and slowly being glued to the floor.  He was just able to bend his elbow, but it gave him no comfort to be able to touch any part of the monster woman’s body.  He looked up at his mother’s face and saw her love and compassion there once again, but it was mixed with that wanton hunger.  He’d only seen anything like that before with his ex-girlfriend that he had been forced to leave behind when they came to this planet.

 

A flash of rage rushed through his mind and was instantly replaced with a wanton lust of his own as her pussy’s lips gripped the base of his cock like her mouth had gripped his wrist.  He could feel the insides sucking on him, the interior rolling in extremely slow waves up his cock.  Her hips began to move imperceptibly as she raised and lowered them at an extremely slow pace.

 

Each movement, though slower than anything he had ever felt with his past lovers, drove Tom faster to the edge of his climax than ever before.  He felt his balls tightening up as he neared orgasm while she sank down all the way to the base of his dick once again.  When she started to pull off once more, his nuts released their load and it was sucked out of his dick with a slow but ferocious suction.

 

She continued to pull up and then sank back down on him.  As she moved down, his orgasm was stopped in the middle of its explosion, and the head of his dick stung with the over sensitivity of the moment.  When she hit his base, the rolling muscles inside started up again and this orgasm was pushed to its end while she slowly pulled her pussy off of him again.

 

The last of his cum shot into her just as she neared the tip of his organ, and he thought she would pull off of him; but she didn’t do that.  Instead, her eyes stared down at Tom with a great lust and need in them that he knew meant she wanted to cum to.  He knew that since he was literally stuck beneath her, she was not going to stop until she got her orgasm; and at her extremely slow pace, that would be quite some time.

 

As she sank her pussy down his still hard shaft, her internal muscles continued their workout on his prick.  They kept Tom hard inside her as her single stroke downward took nearly a minute to reach the base.  Without holding herself there, the monster woman started pulling her pussy up in a just as slow pace, her mouth opening up with an “O” of pleasure.  Her eyes closed as she reached the edge of the mushroom shaped head of Tom’s dick and she lowered her mouth to his for a kiss as her pussy sucked him back inside as slow as before.

 

Tom was unable to resist the mouth that pressed into his.  He ignored the slime that dripped off of her face and body as he opened his mouth and returned her kiss.  He was surprised to find that the slime hardly had any flavor at all.  He let his tongue dart out and danced across her lips; and she opened them to let him explore her mouth.  Soon, he found out that he would be exploring her mouth in a much more different way.

 

The opening began to stretch past Tom’s chin and down across his cheeks.  His eyes flew open and he looked up into his mother’s half-lidded eyes, still boring into him with wanton lust and hunger.  Her hips continued their violently slow rape of his extremely hard and very sensitive cock.  He felt his balls straining to create more cum for the orgasm that was being forced upon him.

 

But it was his mother’s look of hunger, not her unending wanton lust, which filled his mind with extreme fear.  Her mouth continued to grow as the suction inside her throat began to pull at Tom’s lower face.  He could feel it slipping ever so slowly over his nose, the thought of suffocating to death in her mouth and throat.  Tom tried to turn his head, but her mouth was glued to his skin, it seemed, and he couldn’t move without slipping more of himself into the opening.

 

His balls, now full of semen again and being flooded with adrenalin from this fear, released their load once more into the monster’s gripping sex.  It sucked at his cock as she reached the bottom of his shaft, and he could feel the lips of her pussy start to stretch out just like her mouths lips were doing to his head.  The material of her flesh pressed around his face, and he could feel it becoming like a mask as it form-fitted every part of him.  He opened his mouth to scream and felt the flesh sink into his opening a little as some sunk into his nose.

 

All air cut off, his mind started to grow fuzzy as is body shook and shuddered under the explosive orgasm that she was ripping from his nuts.  Tom’s brain screamed that it didn’t want to die; but the hormones in his body that were flooding it began to change the thought to not wanting the pleasure to ever end.  He felt the monster woman’s arms slide around his chest and her entire body gave an extremely slow shudder as her pussy’s lips completely covered his balls now.  Their massaging teased the last of his cum out as her sucking pussy milked him of the very last drop.

 

Tom’s brain began to freeze up from the lack of oxygen and the unendurable pleasure.  He felt his body going limp and his world shifting out of whack.  Suddenly cool air rushed across his wet slime covered face and his lungs sucked in the blessed oxygen.  He felt the monster woman lay him down on the ground of the dark cave and he remained still as she rested her body atop his.

 

His arm and legs were still stuck and unable to move, and his one free arm could just barely reach the water jug that he sat down earlier.  He felt completely exhausted, starving and thirsty as hell.  Carefully, not able to sit up with the weight of this sexual monster still lying on top of him, Tom tipped the jug over and drank a bit of the water.

 

He turned his head this way and that and noticed that the cave was dark, when it had only seemed no more than an hour ago that it was filled with the morning light.  Looking toward the entrance, he was surprised to see that the world was dark, too.  He now understood why he was so tired, hungry and dehydrated.  He had woken up at the crack of dawn and then been dealing with a slug at a slug’s pace.

 

As he thought about it, he remembered her handing him the food just when the light was no longer reaching into the cave, but the world outside was full of light.  This meant she was offering him food around noon.  So, if that is the case, then they must have been fucking for hours and he didn’t even notice.

 

Tom reached over and raised the still only partially eaten sandwich to his lips.  He took a bite from it and chewed while he stared up at the ceiling of the cave.  He thought back to what he saw when the compound was attacked.  The sight of the sergeant encased inside the blob of slime, his uniform dissolving; but none of the sergeant’s flesh was being destroyed.

 

Focusing on that last image, he now remembered the sergeant’s face as the bubbles escaped from his mouth.  It was a look of ecstasy and the area of the blob around the soldier’s waist did suddenly become milky white, too.  Tom then remembered what he had said just 24 hours earlier, while staring at the dying flames of his tiny fire.

 

“I guess I wouldn’t mind after all, being trapped inside a fucking slime,” he thought and chuckled.  The sudden movement of his chest caused his mother’s visage to turn and face him, once again smiling with a loving appearance and a look of great contentment.  He returned the smile and looked back at the ceiling as she closed her eyes to sleep.

 

“Some fucking life experience this is, huh Mom?”

 

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