Limewah's Hypnovember 2025
Day 20 - Goo (RobinIndigo)

Do not resist… you chose to wear me. You wanted this.

Joule wasn't going to let a little rain stop him from going for a jog. It was looking pretty bad outside, though. He'd have to wear something that was properly waterproof. Not just for him, but for others around him. The tan-furred Zoroark had some Jolteon heritage in him, which manifested in the bright yellow hand- and footpaws. He didn't want to risk shocking anybody, and as long as he kept his torso dry, that didn't tend to happen.
He went through his rain gear. There was a dorky-looking, but practical long coat… it might have made him look like a flasher. So that one was right out.

The thing that caught his eye in the end was a deep purple hooded anorak, with a slightly lighter front. Like the belly of a beast. The hood's ear-pockets looked like black horns, and there were two orange dots at the seam of the hood, above where Joule's eyes would be. Joule didn't recognize this hoodie, nor could he remember buying it. He racked his brains for a moment. Could someone have dropped by and left it by accident? No, he hadn't had any friends or hookups over any time recently…

The material was smooth, not even slightly porous… and it looked like it would be a good fit, at least at a glance. It wasn't his usual colour, and he thought it might look a bit dorky, but it would work.
It didn't seem to have any zips on it - he just had to throw it on over his head and shimmy his way into it.
It hugged his broad chest, allowing some tufts of his dark vulpine chest-fur to stick out from the neck hole.
It was a really good fit, actually, Joule nodded to himself with an impressed little hum.
The only thing was… did the colours clash with his fur?
He examined himself in the mirror… huh. He actually looked great in it. He looked especially cool with the hood up, with his ears turning into horns. It'd work nicely!
In fact… since he was probably going to work up some body heat, he didn't need to layer up too much. He took off the anorak, but only so he could throw off his t-shirt.
The fabric of the anorak felt pretty cosy, almost form-fitting… but he didn't have any trouble moving in it.

He stepped out into the rain, and pushed down his brain's attempts to make him feel regret. As the rain battered a tattoo rhythm on his head, he made a jogging beeline for a nearby park. There'd be a lot of trees there, it'd be easier to take shelter.

The anorak felt cold around him. It wasn't so good at keeping in his body heat… in fact, it now felt like it was starting to hug him, tightly. Was it shrinking on him?!
"Ah, fuck…" 
He hurried into a copse of trees off the beaten path to get proper shelter - at the very least, the tree branches were blocking most of the water. 
He reached for the bottom hem of the anorak, and was surprised to find it felt sort of… sticky. Not slick at all, the way wet fabric ought to feel. Just what was this even made from…? What sort of chemicals were leaching into his body right now? Fuck…

He tried to stretch the hoodie out a bit, just to give him some wiggle room… but it was sticking to him. It was actually sticking. He had to shove his hand beneath it to prise it away from his stomach, and the stickiness clung to his paw. When he pulled it free, he could see it was covered in a thin, stringy film of purplish indigo muck.
He needed to get this thing off of him…. and fast.

Joule reached up to pull off the hood. It had been hugging his head, and he'd assumed that cool stickiness was just due to the chill of the rain transferring into him… no chance.
"G…gh…!" his Zoroark snout clenched in a growl as his Jolteon paws grasped fistfuls of the material and pulled, as hard as he could muster… his paws got a full half-foot away from his face, but those two fistfuls of goo remained attached to the hood. 
He realised he wasn't breathing. The moment he exhaled, his hands gave in and the fistfuls of indigo slapped into his face, covering it completely and knocking him back against the tree.

The sleeves and hem of the anorak were melting. Covering his wrists, his paws, and dripping down further around his waist. His sweatpants were soaked, then dissolved by the gooey material… And Joule's struggles slowed to a crawl.
The goo pushed into his ears, not stifling his hearing, but coating it in shining muck. And through those newly covered tunnels, a deep voice rumbled, amplified by the gooey coating.

The voice… It made Joule feel weak. It terrified him… yet aroused him, too. He gasped.
"Wh-what's going onngglk…!"
His words were stifled, his maw plugged up by a tendril of goo that rose from the anorak's neckline. It tasted sweet, moreish. Thick droplets of it poured down his throat. He felt it settle inside him, cool and soothing and anaesthetising. 
The purple fluid spread further up his face, covering his lips and sealing his jaw shut. It wrapped around his snout and covered his nose. 
It was oozing over his face, dripping down over his snout and slowly spreading… the orange decals had slid down over his eyes, and his ear tips were twisted into bulbous horns.
Joule stared into the orange circles. He could see through them. It was rapidly becoming the only bit of the outside world he could perceive - his nose was full of a sweet sugar-chemical scent, his throat tasted nothing but the ooze, and his ears only heard..

Give in.
Give in to my embrace.
Let me enfold you.
You cannot stop me.
So allow me, instead.

The voice, like indigo candy, stuck to every fold of Joule's brain, squeezing it as tightly and comfortably as his head was completely enclosed. Joule managed to turn his head downwards to see the melting material cascade downwards. It spread over his bulging shorts, coating it in the same drizzling, dribbling material. It seeped into his fur, in through the fur follicles to slip into his muscles. The solid turned emulsive, at once malleable and thick.
His arms no longer felt like his own. But Joule tried to fight nonetheless.
His face, from the outside, was smooth and featureless. But inside that squishy mass, he was snarling, resisting against the pressure. His hands reached up towards his face again. He was going to pull himself free. He had to. He wouldn't let this… thing devour him… he couldn't… ever…

The orange tinted apertures closed inwards and vanished. In their place were twin spirals of pink and purple. The lines wobbled and undulated with the chaotic fluidity of a lava lamp, and within the darker shades of purple there were other tiny fractals ebbing and swirling… and within those, more colours, and within those, and within…

Joule's eyes went wide. The shapes were strange and alien… but the sensations he was feeling were very familiar. As the goo enfolded his crotch, it tented slightly as his cock sprang to attention… not resisting the skintight squeeze, but accepting and assenting to it.

The sweet thick nectar poured down Joule's throat. He had no idea where it came from, where it was being produced… but it was delicious. He felt it spreading inside him, changing him, that sensation travelling beyond his stomach, out through every organ and nerve, coating it with that refreshing, addictive taste.

The second skin thickened around Joule, squeezing him tighter like a weighted blanket. Now he was free of the chill of the outside world. And even though he was not warm within that prison, he felt so very comfortable, so pleasantly content… 
His body was growing, too. His now plush muscles expanded outwards, filling him out into a powerlifter's physique.

I need more moisture, the voice crooned. Bring me into the rain.

The voice was making Joule's cock throb. He was pulled forward by the hips, out from beneath the tree.
The Pokémon hybrid was not completely covered… and as such, there was a tiny part of him that resisted, a place that the conditioning hadn't reached.
Joule's foot dragged along the ground, obstinate, even as his goo-coated thighs and ankles obeyed. As the rain hit him, the 'fabric' swelled and spread ever further.
As the rain pattered against him, its moisture absorbed deeper into the second-skin. The deep voice growled pleasantly, and Joule's whole body shuddered like it might have shook apart just from the vibrations. 
With that burst of moisture, the indigo enclosed around the rest of Joule's body, covering his paws and turning them into long, dragonic claws with thick toes. 
There was little sign of Joule. In his place, buffeted by the rain and absorbing its moisture, was an eyeless, mouthless, burly purple dragon made of thick, unearthly slime.
The 'tubes' within Joule's ears began to fill. More of the creature's essence was poured through it, in long, thick, clumpy streams, ensuring every square millimetre of his head was sloshing with indigo. It rushed through him, engulfed him from within…
The second skin thickened, and Joule was squeezed tighter. He was saturated in it. From his fur, to his flesh, to his mind. The invading goo compressed him. He felt smaller, even as his body grew bigger. Surrounded and smothered, mind and body. Joule's body was controlled from the outside in.

Joule's eyes swirled in concert with the suit's eyes, now, star-bright and pinwheel-fast. His fur and flesh had been stained, perhaps permanently, with that same indigo colour. His centre of gravity shifted forward, to follow the second-skin. When he breathed in, the suit expanded to accommodate his rising stomach and chest. When it pushed in, he breathed out. They breathed and moved symbiotically.
He was one with it. He was… 
It was…

It was a goo-beast.

You are my agent. You will spread for your Master.

The purple goo beast stood in the rain, its arms dangling in front of its sturdy, predatory body. It looked, at a glance, like a pooltoy without decals. Indigo flesh with a cyan stomach, and a blank head that was adorned with two curly spikes that dripped blue-black ooze from them. hunched forward, almost falling to its knees, and it stared out with invisible eyes… at the vast expanse of rain spattering along the empty green. There was no one in sight.

You must hunt. You must spread.

The voice did not come from the suit. It came from some other plane entirely, a master beyond the Pokémon's comprehension. Not that there was a bit of his mind able to 'comprehend'. He was a creature of instinct now… and one of those instincts was to obey. To hunt. To spread. The suit moved, and the body within followed it.

You are a good goo-beast. Hunting and spreading makes you feel so good.

The swirly-eyed, drooling Pokémon within the head nodded, drooling, his tongue sluggishly seeping out to taste the sweetness and lick at his lips. His enrobed cock was squeezed and tugged, pulling him forward and keeping him in a fog of lust.
The purple beast's blank mouth distended as its jaw descended, until a mouth tore itself out from behind the veil.
"Hhhhhhhhahhhh…" its whole body exhaled. The beast's white teeth dripped with venomous ooze, and its jaw dribbled thick blobs of its corruptive essence onto the ground. The rain made it expand, its limbs becoming tree-trunk thick, its body hunching forward until it was on all fours. 
It growled tracing a long, gooey tongue along its lips… and raised its head, as if sniffing at the air. It spied something in the distance. A small shape beneath an umbrella. 
A target. Someone to drown in its essence, to obliterate and transform into a subservient goo beast just like it.

It was time to hunt. Time to spread. To make more goo-beasts.