Brock tried to get the chocolate off of him. His hands touched the molten milky slurry and he hissed. It scalded his mits, and he hissed, feeling it begin to eat through his clothes. No! He couldn’t have this! This wasn’t HIS boner! It was...it was spreading, multiplying, slurping around his form. Fuck, no, this was so bad. He looked at you, sure that you were wearing your special rubber shorts you sick pervert, before letting out a yell of fear.
There was a telltale popping sound as Brock’s innards filled with air, the first stage in the bubblegumation process. Ha! You’ve heard of RUBER pants, now get ready for GUM PANTS! The chocolate sloughed off Brock’s ugly little body, which was now distinctly pinker than it was before. Most of his clothes had been dissolved by alchemical chocolate fluid, leaving only his pants… which were now made of bubbling, blistering, pink, GUM.
GUM PANTS? BROCK SCREAMED HIS EYES GOING WIde. He couldn’t even comprehend what was happening to you? To him? His whole body felt rubbery and squeeky and chewing? Chewy? He tried o feel at his pinky gummy pants….but they were weren’t his pants? No...they were his legs, and Brock yelled again as he felt it merging into his legs, glomping onto his milky, subtly-haired thighs.
You squeal in delight as you notice his delicate thigh hairs lengthen and elongate. The pink gummy texture is spreading over his skin from his gummy pants and gummyfying each individual hair. As Each hair became gummified it grew in thickness, tensile strength and prehensile control…. No! Brock was growing more powerful, and he didn’t even know it! You reach for a weapon but its too late because your chocolate dong has swollen to such a degree from arousal that you feel lightheaded and just fall down on your ass with a choclety plonk.
Bahghghjdgj! Brock growled out, his shoulders hunching forward as they began to fatten up into thick ,ematy slabs of gummy pink chew. He wanted to cracked his neck and have a nibble on his pink shoulders, they were big enough for him to almost manage that now, but he wasn’t going to, his hands instead shooting straight for his cortch. His own junk was warping and twisting into a big, pink corckscrew, being stretched out as though it was being pulled on by a cartoonie glove. It snapped back with an almost elastic ‘twang!’ and Brock let out a piggy squeal of shock.
You watch in horror as Brock’s powerful gumtendrils warp and wrap around his changing form. A single tear of awe and terror falls from your eye and your hand shakes as you unzip your rubber pants and cautiously stroke your throbbing chocoboner, transfixed by the scene unfolding before you. The rarpture of gumtendrils begin to knit and fuse together around Brock’s limbs like so many new muscle fibers, swelling and splitteng into muscles that will never be found in any medical textbook. Fear averted your eyes but now you notice that where his cock once was is a burgeouning gumspiral, AAAAHHHH you say out loud, as you realize he is taking on a terrible and bestial shape;
Brock falls to the ground, slamming his hands against your doormat. They’re pink now too, his whole arms gundergoing a similar process to his legs, giving him muscular, meaty boy arms. Well, they’d be meaty if there were any skin or tissue in there, but this prized piggy is all bubblegum, all the time! I curl my fingers into a ball and look up at you, grunting and huffing as my pink fingers merge together, forming a pair of very, very strong trotters. I squeal again and raises his fat fucking ass into the air, pink cheeks catching the gleam from your porch lamps and shining it off into the night, while my feet join the same fate as my hands.
The bubblefibers are elasticating and smoothinating into one round mass over each muscle, like a terrible approximation of skin; the gum swine shimmers with an oleic gleam, fat and oil and plastic and rubber in one, a shining effigy to the power of the Chronovac; and a few dribbles of chocolate sauce dribble from the tip of your chocolate cock. His hands are encased in licorice hooves, his cock has wrenched backwards between his thighs to form a springy, inviting tail
I feel you lean forward to grab at my tail. No! You’re going to go in Balls Deep! I squeal, my meaty man trotters scrammbling for purchase on your polished porch. My brain is assulted as it, too, becomes bubblegum. BUBBLY GUM PIGGY! It screams and yells at me as I feel you dragging me closer and closer and closer…!
*snop*
You loose your grip. My tail snaps back against my cheeks, and I squeal more and more, my dick slapping at the stairs as I run away from you, off into the night, leaving a trail of high-fructose cornsuryp, just like how those car exhaust pipes do but with water instead. “Oink oink onink!” I squeal, my bubblegummy trotters trot trot trotting down the street, off into the night to ter
rorise the nightbourhood.