#EXPERIMENTATION

[thevampireladyambrosia]

Subject 013

Request via anon.

Pairing: Male!Slime x Female!Reader.

Content Warnings: Dubcon, oviposition, soft yandere, harassment, people go "missing", tentacles, general mindfuckery. I wrote this in the very early hours of the morning.

You couldn't help defending the poor slime.

It had recently been brought into the lab for experiments related to their unique biology. But when you saw the way the scientists and researchers talked to it, you had them fired and took on the case yourself, despite the ever-growing caseload you already had as a head scientist. So that's what led to you watching this slime.

It was a blue gelatinous thing. It seemed unable to speak or take a humanoid appearance. You had already marked it as one of the ones that didn't possess near-human or human intelligence. It didn't seem particularly strong either, so you wondered how it survived out there. Still, you spoke softly to it, told it what you were going to do next in experiments, and just showed it basic decency.

One day you came into the lab in tears. You had been harassed by a group of men on the street. You ended up venting to the slime, strangely enough. It was a surprisingly good listener. Despite the fact it had shown no sign of any understanding, it let out a soft noise. It was oddly comforting. You never saw the men again. You wondered if they had moved to another street to taunt women.

So you continued your research. The slime wasn't the only subject you had. So you tried to divide equal attention to all cases. You have felt really paranoid lately. You couldn't shake the feeling that something or someone was watching you.

You don't realize you had sealed your fate months ago.

Days blur into weeks. The cycle grows rather comforting. As a human there's a certain discomfort that typically comes with change. So the repetitive days are soothing. You do the same tasks, with some minor deviations, daily. You work with the same subjects. You do the same paperwork. So why couldn't you shake the growing unease?

It was a normal Monday evening when the alarms started to go off, signaling an escape. The robotic voice let you know there wasn't one, but eleven escapees. You went to run in that direction. Only to slip on… Slime? Before you can faceplant, something tentacle-like wraps around your wrist.

You turn fast. The blue slime you had been studying? It's in a human form behind you. The only difference is it has tentacle-like appendages instead of limbs.

“You possess the ability to mimic humans?” You immediately ask. You had studied this slime for months. There had been no sign of anything like this. To your shock, it actually responds.

“I possess a lot more than that.” The creature’s mouth doesn't move. It's like the voice comes from its very being. It's a rather deep voice. Almost soothing. Except your nerves are on fire, and everything is screaming at you to run or do something to help stop the subjects from escaping.

“I need to go help capture the escaped subjects.” You say. To be honest? You didn't really want to. You got this job to help the monsters. Yet, it hurts you to keep them locked up. Especially since they get captured against their will. But you also needed this job. It was the only thing that kept you alive. It paid your rent, bills, and for your food. The slime knows this.

“I don't think you actually want to do that.” It says, tightening its grip on your wrist. Before you can process, or say more, you're being pulled away. Out of sight of the cameras. Into a bathroom in the back. You don't fight or kick or anything. Even when its tentacles start to grope your tits.

“I've waited too long for this.” The slime confesses. “Far too long.” You're surprised but you don't protest, even when the slime pulls off your lab coat and melts through the fabric off your clothes. Another thing to add to the list of things you didn't know it could do.

“This is okay, yes?” It asks as it continues to grope your tits and massages your clit with tentacles. It wouldn't stop anyways. But you don't know that.

“It's okay.” You confirm. You feel so warm. So dizzy with arousal. The tentacle rubbing your clit speeds up. Your legs feel like jelly. A tentacle around your waist quickly supports you. Another tentacle penetrates you. You feel a knot tighten as you throw your head back in a moan.

“Such a pretty thing.” The slime coos. “Can you come for me?” It sounds almost condescending, yet you nod. It seems happy that you said this.

And come you do. In fact, you squirt. It's humiliating how your whole body forces out every drop of liquid. But you're too lost in pleasure to care. It feels like the Earth has stopped spinning and there's only you and the slime.

You're snapped back to reality when the first egg presses against your cervix. It hurts when it forces it open and pops in. You go to scream but the slime stops you, cooing and shushing. Another pops in. Then another.

By the time you're released you're heavily distended with eggs and cum. The slime soothes you and helps you fix your clothes. You are then whisked away from the lab.

Now that the slime has you, it intends to keep you forever.

[jero-2tek]

Even after an impressive orgasm, the device continued to work away on his massive cock as if nothing had happened. It was then that the muscular jock realized he was in for a very long, intense afternoon...

[maridiansnack]

Old character Vivian again. I miss making illustrations that attempt to tell a story like this

Plus I miss drawing humans :) I hope you enjoy

[elysiasasuya]

Secured promise

Pairing : Caleb x reader

Summary : When a nightmare strikes like thunder, it shakes your whole consciousness that dream seems to be infused in reality. The only one that can grasp you back to the real world is the one that makes you feel alive– Caleb. Suddenly, the distance no longer feels suffocating and agonizing; his arms are there to prove it all false you wish it is. The truthful and trust-worthy promise that Caleb said is the reality that you can accept.

Genre : angst to fluff

Content tags : traumatic hidden memory (dream), child experimentation, abusive experimentation (knives, syringe, chip) . domestic Caleb, soft comfort, sweet promise, pet names (pipsqueak, pips, baby, honey), kisses, hugging, cuddling.

Word count : 2,006

Author's note : Have you ever wondered what it's like if you, as the MC would remember the experiments you went through? This shows that idea! Caleb will comfort you don't worry. Domestic Caleb ahead! Lastly, the point of view in this story is the first POV. Enjoy! :>

Masterlist

The thumping of my heart fuels the energy of the adrenaline inside of me, it rushes from nerve to nerve that it occupies all my senses. My throat feels too tight, the air inside me stolen by my anxiety that it's starting to choke me. I open my mouth to speak, only for nothing to be uttered as I hopelessly wait for help that I fear I won't receive. Perhaps I need to struggle harder in freeing myself from the restraints of the straps. My finger is just about to lift itself when my eyes catch sight of..a doctor?

Someone in a scrub suit follows, speaking my name just before she says: “ Professor Lucius, everything is ready.” The word ready stirred the confusion that I felt from the very beginning. But, it's only a few seconds before my heart jumps so hard that it knocks off that feeling, now replaced with fear. The ugly feeling did not gnaw at me but rather slowly swallowed me as I saw them surround me with a syringe, knife and a small piece of..chip? “ ngh! ” a whimper barely managed to escape but it did, I widened my eyes full of horror, expressing all I needed.

They didn't stop for me; rather they continued, the knife just above my skin that my widened eyes turned into a closed one, a great frown etched on my face. I can feel the tip of it slide for a bit and I have to bite my lower lip to the point of bleeding. I hate knives, I hate this, I don't want to di- there's a cut. Not on my skin but with the train of my thoughts as I flinch at the slam of the door. My eyes open in fear, only to widen in recognition. Fear. Even more fear. “ Caleb? ”

That was the last thing I was able to utter when next thing I know, I'm no longer on the table, escorted out with a peculiar politeness. I should be greatly relieved and I should probably even run immediately. Everything stops however, the door, my steps, my whole body. What is Caleb doing in the room? Why is he laying down where I'm restrained? “ Caleb, what are you doing?! ” My yell does not reach him when two people claw at my arms to pull me back and my anxiety skyrockets.

“ Please no! What are you going to do to him?! ” my eyes don't leave his face, his features are no longer soft and serene as I am used to but rather worried and broken. Why? That's when I realize the exact answer despite the haziness and confusion of what actually is happening. My mind slurs but I fight off whatever holds me back. My heartbeat increases so much that it hurts my chest, fills my ears and tingles my whole body especially when I see him cry when I see the knife slides with ease on his skin.

I remember what he said then: " I won't lose against them, I have someone I must protect! " It used to be funny to me because he seemed like a pretty prince charming that's too tiny and fragile. I didn't want to doubt but I felt no need to take it seriously. Now, it's more than serious. He was actually serious. So serious that he bled for me, no matter the pain he clenched his hand and stared away from me. Please no. “ Caleb!! Stop, no! Let go! Caleb!! ” My voice echoes through the hall, I don't stop at all, I keep on doing it even when my eyes flutter so many times. Anger, sorrow, fear, anxiety, all of it shoots to my body but then I see him, his mouth uttering his nickname for me.

“ Pipsqueak, pipsqueak! ” His voice is oddly tender and realistic this time. It's even devoid of the pained scream that rang through the room but my mind doesn't relent and instilled the hideous and agonizing image of my dream in me. Touch. A warm palm is placed on my cheek, thumb working on wiping off the tears that I didn't even notice were falling. I am frustrated, the bubbling feeling of something clearer than before rising before I finally open my eyes, the gasp I forced coming out. “ Hey, hey, you're alright, baby. ” That's his voice.

I could only whimper weakly, words at loss as if grief really caught up to me. I don't want that, I never will– Before my thoughts can even deteriorate by recalling the gut-wrenching memory, Caleb rubs my back slowly, forming a good distraction for long. “ It's okay, baby. You're fine with me, I'm here. ” despite the speed of my heart fighting back, at least my breath stabilized. My eyes that used to be in tremor now are concerned and soft. “ Caleb. ” my voice cracks and I had to question if it's not just a dream, that my scream reverberated so certainly at my–

“ Shh. ” Caleb hushes me softly. The hues of my eyes glistened as I traced my eyes on the worried but caring look in his face. He remains calm, his palm now shifting itself to rest on my waist. His hold on me is firm and I get reminded of the exasperating distance between us before. That's enough to have me tighten my arms around his waist. I know it makes me seem like a kid in a frightened situation but I won't let myself think otherwise. “ I'm glad you're safe. Please don't go, stay with me.”

The vulnerability of my voice is visible and as much as Caleb knows I hide away at moments like this, I cannot find a cave where I can store all these emotions because it's spilling out. Even so, when has Caleb ever denied me to hug him for solace? The answer is never, I know it so well and his touch— fingers under my chin confirms it as he tilts it. “ It's okay if you cannot tell me about it. What's important is that you're feeling much better. ” His purple eyes swirls like the galaxy I like, perfectly capturing the look I have on my face. I sigh at the sight. He sees me, he hears me. That's what matters now. I'm not far from him. I snuggle closer as I think that, nuzzling my face on his arm.

“ Caleb..I had a bad nightmare. ” I start, my eyes not leaving him even for a moment. There's no way he'd be out of reach again right? A question once again answered when he nodded, urging me to continue. I can see his reddish ears perk up to listen. “ It was so frustrating. I was strapped, all ready to be..experimented on? ” more of another question than statement, but that for sure made him focus even more eagerly, his eyes sharpening. “ Tell me more, pips. What happened? ”

The way his breath turned slower caught my attention and I almost hesitated because of how eager he seems to know. It's just a dream, is it not? For the first time, I break our eye contact and it drifts off. He must have noticed this so he patted my head and kissed it. It's like a sign that he will know either way, he knows me, by heart. He knows that I am weak when I'm on his lap, curled up in his embrace. “ The first time we did this, you fell asleep on me. ” he chuckled, directing attention to somewhere else. Again, he adjusted for me like he always does. He knows that I need time to move forward with what I will say.

“ I did, but I don't wanna sleep again because.. ” my doubt lingers but then he peppers kisses all over my face. Giggles come out involuntarily at this, my ticklish spots barely hidden away when he kisses my neck. He stays there. “ Whether you are asleep or not, I'll be next to you. I'm with you until the end of the earth, there's no end with us. ” Gosh, it definitely healed a huge part of my pained heart. I'd even bet that it melted so warmly that I sighed and let all tension release itself. “ I've always been here, even when you move forward, I stay behind and wait. I'm waiting now, pips. ”

“ Thank you, Caleb. ” relief made my body flushed on his, our warmth merging that it's taking all the attention away from what surely isn't true. I hope it is. Our eyes meet again, silence filling the dimmed room, obscuring the whole world outside from us. I don't even know how but our lips meet, words that need to be exchanged all swallowed from the tongue that protrudes to take it. Everything felt slow and soft now. My eyes open slowly, pulling away as I breathe shakily. “ Is that a seal of promise? ” I say, finally, I am no longer bound to my dream and I can jest.

“ If it was then I'd be kissing you every single day. My sweet words are my promises to you, baby. ” I'd be embarrassed if I saw my irises diluted like a puppy in love but he is exactly the same. I laugh at that, his palm smoothens my skirt, gentleman as ever. “ Well, I hope you don't steal my words now. Can I..? ” his eyes no longer narrow, rather he keeps it reassuring and he nods again. He's so patient that I think I need to make it worth it. “ In my nightmare, I was strapped, ready to be experimented on. But then.. ” I gulp, the images flickering like a deadly flashback.

“ hmm, yes, what happened, love? ” His hum catches my staggering attention. This time his hands cup my cheeks, not tight, not loose, it's just right. I gather the courage, speaking again. “ You took my spot. Your skin gets sliced and you scream. I wanted to..I really wanted to help you. ” I almost struggled to breathe but Caleb knew before this even happened. I see him breathe in and out intentionally, I follow as much as I can. “ I screamed and shoved everyone away. I tried getting to you. ” tears arrived and flowed, each and every one of it caught by his thumb. “ I felt so frustrated. I hate it, I don't want you sacrificing yourself. Please. I don't want you in pain. ”

Finally, I'm able to freely express my frustration, sorrow, fear and worry. I felt like a water that lets the waves of emotions flow without a care. “ Please, Caleb. Promise me you'll be safe. If you do, I will do the same. ” I should have simply asked it but I know the same yearning and protective feeling I have is inside him too. Shameless of me. “ We have always been safe, baby. In my arms you are, not a thing in the world can hurt you. While you're here, I'm sure your hunter skills can protect me too.” With this, my body is flushed with his now and I sob quietly in his arms, agreeing through nods. “ If you're alright, I am too. ”

Time flew, but I didn't mind any of it. All I can focus now is that I am secure in Caleb's arms, I made sure that it's the same for him. I never left his embrace, instead I even tried to close whatever gap we had. This– is enough. Before I even know it, my tears are dried. “ You feeling better, honey? ” he presses his forehead on mine, eyes closed as he smiles. If I see him this close, I think I can rest all my thoughts. “ I feel good. You know your way to my heart huh? ” I whispered, tilting my head to the side to peck his lips. “ I always know the way to you. Isn't that the same to you? ” a pause.

“ We'll never get lost. Our paths always cross y'know. That way, distance doesn't exist. We're just safe and close to one another. I will never give up on that, I have you to protect. ” Once again, his statement flies back to my mind. It should have felt like a despicable bug as terrifying as the dream. It should have reminded me of his sacrifice, the one that's supposed to save me yet it hurt me even more. But him saying it like this? His breath hitting my skin? His body almost joined with mine? It's like a butterfly. Ticklish inside my stomach. A dream come true. Now my eyes can close and I can sleep in peace again.

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[lackadaisycal-art]

All children, except one, grow up

[whumporama]

A and B have been captured and used for experimentation. One day, A gets a chance to escape, and they manage to get to B. Unfortunately, B is currently being experimented on, and A finds them strapped down, an IV of something attached to them while they trash and groan.

A disposes of the researchers, but demands answers out the last one. What is happening, how do I stop it?

The research reveals it's a poison, and they're testing the effects. But they have the antidote, and B should be fine after. The only catch is that the antidote needs to be administrated through several sessions, and it will be still be painful.

With that information, A takes care of the final researcher and rushes to B, shushing them as they take out the IV and free them. B is barely conscious, but manages to stumble along as A throws their arm over their shoulder and drags them out.

They make it out, A dragging B along while hurt themselves, but knowing they can't stop. They push themselves on, until they manage to find a place to rest. A is exhausted, their own injuries hurting, but they can't rest yet.

They gently put B down, trying to make them as comfortable as they prepare the first antidote. It's only a small vial, and they get B to swallow it with ease. But the effect is instant.

B's eyes fly open, and they groan as shudders rush through their body, the poison being burned away. After a few minutes though, they calm down again.

A knows they need to wait a bit, so there is a moment of reprise. Maybe B wakes up, and A tells them they escaped and are safe now. But soon it's time for the next dose. B takes it, not remembering the last one. The pain is just as bad as before.

Later, they need another dose, but this time they're so tired and in so much pain, that it's hard to stay rational. They turn their head away, too weak to do much more, mumbling a pleading "no...".

But A knows it's necessary, so they gently tilt their head back and give them the dose, apologizing all the way. They hold B as they trash and groan, their voice giving out before they can scream.

One more.

But B is out of it, all they know is pain and confusion and "please, no more". It breaks A's heart, but they have to. So they give them the next dose, holding their mouth shut until they swallow.

B's pain is less evident now, but A can't tell if that's because they're in less pain or if they're just too weak. But at least the poison is out of their system now.

It's over.

[nintendork135]

Style experimentation!!! I wanted to find a look in digital that I liked, and I think I've found it!

[phoebewilkinson]

Phoebe Wilkinson, Collage Test No. 1, 2024

[collabwithmyself]

It's been reruns the whole time.

A sequel to this comic- Hito is unintentionally and unknowingly yanked into a deeper dive of Milton's psyche, and gets a glimpse of something that he wants to stay buried. And Hito's not great at asking questions, even when he's got a lot of them...

Milton belongs to @wizardmolars.

[phoebepheebsphibs]

What is wrong with me

Until I Found You

Double-Mutated Mikey

@boots-with-the-fur-club

[whumporama]

Being awake for forced surgeries/experiments or being put under?

While I do appreciate the angst of being put under and not being able to stop it, gotta go with being awake.

I mean, the whump of that all. Strapped down, dehumanized, the pain and fear and terror and not being able to do anything but scream and trash. Oh and the back arching off the table is so angsty for some reason.

And the dissociation after, just lying there, trembling with tears leaking from their eyes, too weak to do anything but breathe.

[deus-ipsum]

Rain

I've been working on a new style because I love messy and scratchy looking brushes and art styles. I'm also planning of making comics with this new styles since I've been making up cool headcanons that I want to make art on. Also my main style would take up way too much time to make comics with.

Hope you guys are having a good day!

[falesiastuff]

First page of my fan comic! 🥳

For me it's an incredible feat! Being able to tell something through comics, even though I've never done it, is really exciting! I made so many mistakes and some things didn't come out exactly as I wanted, but I'm happy because it's allowing me to learn something new and mine.I don't know how to ink but honestly, I don't care, if you don't try you don't learn. 😁

For the style of the table I didn't have a clear idea in my head. I love cartoons and Skydoll's style, but it's too long and complex for me, not to mention the coloring which is absurd. This evening, through several experiments, I arrived at this solution. I quite like it.

What do you think?

I hope you'll like the incipit of this story! ❤️ There will be a total of 11 tables for this part for now.

[jrstales]

·Ricky and Stephen hit the shower

All characters are 18+. 

------Ricky's  POV------

My skin prickled as the hot water from the shower hit me. I leaned back, letting it flow down my body, washing the sweat from the night before off me. I pulled one of the bottles from the wall, pouring some of the body wash into my hand.

The door to the shower opened, as a waft of cool air displaced the steam that had been building. Stephen made his way in, a grin on his face, pushing past to get under the water, his skin touching mine.

'scuse me ' he muttered, purposely bumping into me. He slowly turned to face me, his chest almost touching mine, and scooped some of the soap out of my palm.

Stephen was not a small guy, he was just over 6ft, but seeing him have to incline his neck to meet my eyes, made me feel like a giant. I fucking loved it. My body felt electric, looking down at his cute face, water dripping down it, hair wet and a mess, his bright smile. My pulse was racing. I  went to touch him.

He was faster.

His hands reached my chest, rubbing the body wash he had taken from me across it. He took his time, working both his palms across my pecs, gently twirling the thin hair that lay between them.

He squeezed them slightly. 'I fucking love your pecs' he moaned.

I smiled down at him, 'Yeah? You like them?'

He nodded. I gave them a quick flex, making them dance in his hands. I had spent the last year focused on making my body as strong and sexy as I could. I didn't realise how much I wanted this praise though, as I felt my cheeks clench with his appreciation.

Stephen began rubbing his thumbs across my nipples. It felt nice, but it didn't seem to have the effect on me that It did on him. Stephen seeming to sense that, began to move both hands to my right arm, lifting it.

Holding it straight, parallel to the floor with one hand, began to explore with the other, running his palm along my bicep, his thumb digging into edge. He pushed me gently against the wall and raised it almost 45°.

I wasn't sure what he was  doing until I felt his mouth on it, exploring every inch of my arm. He was moving from my elbow towards my chest.

'Yeah,' I grunted. 'You love my muscles don't you. Fuck Stephen, how long have you been thinking about this?'

He didn't answer, as he got to my shoulder. He pushed my arm up higher, exposing my pit, showing the coarse dark hair.

'Fuck,' he moaned, he moved his face closer and began to taste, biting me slightly. I loved it. He spent a few minutes there, as I rubbed my fingers through his hair, enjoying every minute of this attention.

Despite all this I couldn't ignore my hard on.  It had bumped awkwardly against Stephens a few times during this. I began twisting my body, rubbing it against his outer thigh, signaling him.

He got the message. He began teasing his lips down my ribs, occasionally stopping to lick and bite any areas that chose his fancy. He got down to my hip and turned me. My dick pointed straight at his face.

He took his tongue and began to lick from my hip to my crotch. He spent a few minutes, kissing everywhere but my shaft, right where I needed him to.

I took my shaft and pointed it at him, my eyes pleasing. He was grinning.

'Tut, Tut tut' he clicked. He grabbed me with one hand and slowly stroked, squeezing slightly at the top. A clear stop of pre came out, which he swirled on the top. 'Say please' he whispered.

'Please' I nodded, 'Please' my face red. I was  used to being in control during our encounters. This was new to me.

And I liked it.

He nodded slowly, his mouth moving to my balls. He took one in his mouth and slowly twirled it with his tongue. He moved my legs apart to get better access, letting him explore at will.

He began to lick up my shaft to the tip, swirling it with his tongue. I recognised the move from when he had taken care of Jake. I smiled, though I was still annoyed I lost against Jake, I quite enjoyed making Stephen come. Making his body ache for my touch.

He swallowed me, his hot mouth encasing my member. He looked up at me, our eyes making contact, the hot water still running down my back. He started to bob on the top few inches of me. I could see his cheeks hollow as he kept the suction. I ran my fingers along them

'Thats it,' I encouraged, 'You love my dick don't you. Don't you'

He mumbled something I couldn't make up, but seemed to redouble his efforts, his hands gripping my hips even tighter, almost painfully as he tried to go faster.

I took his head in my hand and pulled it all the way down. 'Thats it, yeah, you can take it deeper'. He gagged slightly, some spit running out onto my balls. I held him there for a second before letting him up. He sputtered, before taking it back in. This time he tried to take it the whole way without my help.

'Yeah, it's thicker than Jake's isn't it, but you can take it can't you. Yeah you can, you fucking love this'. I gave him a gentle few slaps as he bobbed. He stopped for a second, steeled himself, and lowered down on my, his nose buried deep in my pubes.

'Fucking. Hell.' I moaned, holding him down one more time. 'God you feel so good choking on my cock. God I love this.' his eyes looked up at me.

I loosened my grip, letting him come up for air once more. 'God, you're such a good little cocksucker aren't you.' That one I wasn't sure about, I felt a little embarrassed saying it, but Stephen didn't seem to mind, in fact if anything he started sucking harder.

I began to thrust into his mouth, not quite the whole way, letting him focus on the top. I started slow, letting him get used to me taking control, one hand grabbing a handful of his hair.

'That's it,' I started speeding up my thrusts, 'thats it.' I felt my balls start to tense. 'I'm getting close. Fucking hell, you're going to take my load again,' I slammed my cock the full way in. Stephen gagged. I took my self almost fully out and slammed again. And again. And again.

'Fuck . Fuck yes. Fuck here it is!'

My body shook, my ass squeezing as my body forced out whatever cum it could, as waves of pleasure washed from my groin.

I collapsed against the wall. Stephen free from my hands slowly bobbed on my dick until I grew soft and caught my breath again. I grabbed his cheek and helped him get up, he put his hand in mine.  I took my hand away, seeing the sticky residue of his cum in it.

I had been so focused on myself I didn't even realise he had done that. A pang of regret filled me as I realised I missed my chance to get him to cum again. He was smiling though as he brought his face close to mine. I saw his throat tense.

He had swallowed.

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