Roz x Player
[Trials in Tainted Space writers]
“Aw gosh,” Roz drawls, slumping to her knees in front of you. “Okay, okay, you can be on top! Just get down here and gimme that sweet cum of yours, will ya? I’m goin’ crazy thinkin’ about our fight... and now your body, too!”
She’s blatantly undressing you with her eyes, panting with every simulated breath... and each breath seems to add a little more mass to her immense chest, threatening to rip her suit open and squirt her all over you if she isn’t sated!
“Yeah, you can get some cum, goo-girl,” you say, leaning down to leer at her, “right from the source. Get outta the suit.”
“Aw, fine,” Roz says, pouting as she looks down at her body and runs her hands over her massive breasts. She shivers a little as they pass over her simulated nips, standing out like diamond studs in the latex. “But I like my suit...”
“You can get back in it when you’re done,” you promise, taking off your Black Void armor plate and plain briefs. “Along with a fat load of spunk to take with you from this,” you say, floor-dragging, equine cock in hand as it begins to harden. “You want that, right?”
“Oh heck yeah! Gimme!” Roz says, rearing up from her catsuit and sloshing forward to grab at your prick. She misses, evidently having taken more of a beating than she remembers, and falls to the ground with a comical wet slapping noise. “Ow! Crap!”
“Well, you’re out of the suit already,” you say, proffering your dick when she raises her head. “Come on.”
“Fine,” she grouses, raising herself up and wrapping her hand around your flat tip. “ I do love doing this with you so much, after all!”
With her gooey thumb planted right on your cockslit, you suddenly feel a shift of weight at the tip of your dick. It fades and renews as she slips inside you in long, rolling waves of dull blue semi-liquid. Your cock swells outward with the ‘load’, almost like it’s swallowing her down into your testicles. You feel slightly light-headed as she enters your nuts, the pleasure buoying you above the clouds while she feeds more and more of herself into you.
“Hooh, shit,” you mutter to yourself, leaning against Roz’s abandoned power armor.
“It’s good, right?” you hear in your mind, and even through telepathy you can tell there’s a ring of smugness to her words. “Aww yeah, this is good!”
Your balls have swollen to more than two times their original size with the galotian girl inside you, and the feeling when she stimulates you from the inside to make you cum is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You feel the familiar tightening of orgasm as you grunt and thrust your slim hips once or twice, but nothing happens save for several loud, gulping swallows resounding through the landscape of your mind.
“Fuck, Roz,” you moan.
“Oh yeah, babe,” she replies, sounding every bit as eager and hyperactive as she was when you first met her.“Holy stars, there’s so much! You cum like a geyser!”
Groaning and resting against the inoperative power armor, you let her suck down and swallow your jizz before it ever gets its chance to come out of your cock. The orgasms are intense, rolling through your body one after the other as Roz excitedly sloshes around in your giant balls, sucking you for all you’re worth. You’d swear they’re gaining more weight as she goes, the sound of her gleeful sucking and swallowing echoing in your head.
It doesn’t take long for you to figure out they actually are - the more biomass she accumulates inside you, the more you’re being weighed down! Soon you won’t even be able to move, so heavy is the liquid load holding you in place!
“Roz,” you grunt in a strained voice, sweat breaking out on your forehead. “Come out before someone shows up and we’re both fucked.”
“Aww! But I don’t wanna come out yet! You’re just too... way too good!” she whines. “All I ever get to taste are slaves, and this is like - like - a five course meal in comparison! Or stars, whatever! It’s delicious!”
Not this shit again! At least now you know how to deal with it. Though given how hard she’s making you cum right now, that might prove to be quite difficult. Wrapping a hand around your biggest dick, you begin to gently rub yourself from the base. God damn, that feels gooood. The heightened sensitivity from having Roz inside you is impossible to ignore, but you’ll have to overcome it if you want her out.
AAAAAA
Your hand sags, relaxes, and then stops completely before falling limp at your side. Fuck it... she feels so good inside you that you can’t even bring yourself to resist. You’d much rather just submit and let her have her way.
“Fine then,” you groan, letting your head bow. “Do what you want, Roz.”
“Yay!” she cheers in your head, excitement palpable. “You’re my new best friend! I’m gonna suck up all this cum for hours, and then when I’m done you’ll be thanking me it felt so good!”
God fucking damn, she’s not even wrong. You throw your head back and moan as the newest orgasm rolls through your body, Roz giggling all the while.
“It always tastes the best when they enjoy it, and you,” Roz teases, “I can tell how much you love this, babe. Don’t worry, there’s so much more where that came from...”
You relax into the rhythm, letting Roz take the reins and dictate when and how hard you cum. She’s an overly generous mistress, preferring to make you blow thick, heavy loads that have you groaning in insensate pleasure over depriving either of you. It’s a nice symbiotic relationship, one that makes you kind of wish this was a more permanent arrangement. Maybe if you keep coming down here...
Your train of thought is interrupted by yet another hard, ab-clenching orgasm that has you almost passed out on your feet. Then the next one hits, and the next, and the next - and suddenly your eyelids are fluttering closed, your head drooping and your chin hitting your chest. The last thing you hear before your vision goes black is Roz having the time of her life inside you, massaging your balls and delighting in their production. Your dreams are a hazy pink and filled with an unearthly giggling and sucking noise.
Roz wriggles free and reforms herself after several hours of sucking you dry, her gooey skin having turned alabaster during her efforts. She turns, looks back at you, and whistles under her breath.
“Errr... Dang, I feel a little bad,” Roz mutters. “Guess I’ll throw you outside a little more gently than usual.”
Suited up in her power armor, Roz effortlessly tosses you over her shoulder. You’re delivered by hand and claw to a somewhat confused Urbolg, who directs the galotian to your ship.
“Nice digs!” she chirps, looking around inside. “Lemme just putcha down here...”
Servos whirring, she deposits your half-conscious form into the cargo hold. She stays crouched in front of you, the speaker crackling as she starts to speak.
“Y’know, a girl could get used to that kind of treatment. If you keep showing up like that, welllll...” Roz says, the power armor doing its best approximation of a noncommittal shrug. “I might just keep ya. Geddit?”
She stands, turning away and stomping back out of the hold. “See ya later!”
You raise your woozy head off the ground about half an hour later, groaning. Your entire body has a dull ache running through it, though you at least have the memory of being drained to keep you company as solace.
BBBBBB
Yeah, fuck this - you have places to be that aren’t... weighed down to the point of immobility by a barely-sentient amorphous goo. You begin vigorously jacking yourself off, ignoring the mind-wilting amount of pleasure emanating from your rod. Spurred on by both the urgency of getting her out and the mental assurance this is going to be the hardest you’ve cum in your life, it doesn’t take long.
“Hey! Aww, he-” Roz moans before being cut off as you double over, legs turning inwards while you sink to the ground, gasping.
It pays off. With a dull, muted groan that grows in volume you begin to cum, hard. Your flat-tipped horse-boner starts to swell from the base, doubling in girth as the flow of seed and goo travels upwards before it finally begins to spout from the tip. The thigh-quaking, teeth-gritting pleasure is seemingly unending, blobs of goo spattering to the floor before being drenched in impossibly thick seed. Panting, you manage to expel the last of your enormous load and collapse, chest heaving.
Thanks to the efforts of Roz riling you up and putting your spunk production in overdrive, the mine has suffered a little. You’ve cum enough that people are gonna be trudging through an ankle-deep river of gooey spunk for days to come. The walls are completely covered in it, and even the ceiling didn’t escape your stupendous orgasm. Roz’s power armor is covered in your essence, too. You can see bits of goo amidst all of it, slipping into the pasted latex suit and filling it out.
You feel completely, utterly drained after your colossal orgasm. A singular drop of cum beads at your cocktip while you’re trying to catch your breath before being snatched away by a tentacle of goo.
“Wash it good for you too, baby?” Roz purrs, looking up at you as she reforms and winking. There’s a definite white shade to her gooey skin and she seems, if possible, even more voluptuous and suit-busting than before. “Mmm. Gonna have to readjust dis so I don’t blow the dang suit out,” she mutters, and as you watch her thighs, ass and hips suffuse themselves with more mass. By the time she’s done, she’s evened out her physique so she’s not so ridiculously top-heavy but every bit as curvaceous and attractive. The suit is strained so hard to contain her it’s see-through in several areas.
“There!” Roz announces, looking at you with a triumphant smile. “Now I’m gonna hop back in my power armor and pretend like we’re not best friends the next time we meet, ‘kay?” She turns and inspects her power armor. “Oh, this is gonna need a power wash,” she mumbles before throwing herself into the cockpit with a wet slap, the heavy metal slamming shut with a dull impact behind her. You can hear her on the speaker as she begins walking away. “But uh, seriously, come back soon and feed me again. You’re like, so much better than the slaves!”
Well, that could have been worse. You feel sated in a way you’ve rarely, if ever, experienced before in your life. You might save up a massive load just to visit her next time.