Walking down the back alleys of Manhattan at 1am wasn’t a good idea, even for the locals, but Josh was too drunk to think clearly. He’d moved to New York for a full ride scholarship to Manhattan College for football after being born and raised in small town Nebraska. Josh was your typical all American jock, big fish from a small pond who thought he’d still be big stuff in the ocean. At 6’4 and 230 pounds of muscle, he wasn’t likely to be messed with, even with his country twang accent.

He rounded a corner and kept moving, slowly sobering up as he realized he might be lost. The party was only a couple on blocks from campus, however he still didn’t have a firm idea of the area. A small drop of water hit the back of his neck and Josh jumped off freight.

After catching his breath, Josh touched the back of his neck trying to calm miss now completely sober brain. When he removed his hand, he noticed a small black rubbery spot on his fingers. Examining it further, he rubbed his fingers together and noticed how elastic and easily it spread across his fingers.

Josh tried wiping it off but it wouldn’t budge, it was stuck to his hand. He started to continue walking, trying to get back to the street so he could find his way back to his dorm. His panic induced sobriety had subsided and a light buzz filled his head again as his body tried to process all the alcohol he had.

Josh thought the weird rubbery stuff was probably used oil, like the stuff he’d take out of his old truck back home.

The thought of his truck remind him of his ex, a beautiful girl who dumped him because she was going to California for college. In Josh’s mind, he pictured her, bare minimum an 8 with a good size rack, 34DD or something like that, and a cute butt. Letting his mind linger on her, he remembered her laying on the bed of his truck. Her nipples slowly getting erect in the cool autumn night and how sensitive they were when he flicked them with his tongue before sucking on them.

The erotic wondering if his mind had his cock slowly growing to create a tent in his pants. There was another feeling though, a warm tingling on his hand. Looking down, he noticed that the black goop was moving; spreading out slowly.

Josh was able to stay calm this time because it felt weirdly enjoyable. With his mind no longer filled with lustful thoughts, the rubbery goop stopped spreading and no longer felt warm. Josh felt this was slightly odd but decided not to worry about it until he got back to his dorm.

He continued walking and let his mind return to its wandering. The picture of his ex returned to the front of his mind, but this time she looked hotter. Her face and body had become leaner, slightly muscular. She left out a soft moan as he brushed his thumb over her nipple. Josh swore that he could actually feel his thumb on it and when he grabbed it he could feel her warm breast.

As he opened the door to his dorm, he noticed that his hand was fully enclosed by the rubbery gunk. It looked like a right rubber glove and removed all character in his hand, no hairs, fingerprints, nails, nor scars were visible.

Josh was curious, was it the goop that made it feel like he was actually grabbing a warm breast? He cleared his head of everything except the thought of feeling a large pair of tits, and to his surprise he felt the goop shift and change around his hand, emulation the soft and subtle tit.

A dangerous and perverted thought filled Josh’s mind, if it felt this good on his hand, imagine how it would feel on his cock! Josh locked himself in his room and tore off his clothes, taking special care to not get the goop anywhere else on his body, before jumping on his bed in anticipation; his cock hard in anticipation. He cleared his head of everything except a hot babe and grabbed his engorged cock with his goop covered hand. Using small thrusts of his hips, he covered his cock as he imagined slowly thrusting his cock into her. To his amazement, it was working just as he had hoped, even after he moved his hand it still felt like he was deep inside this imaginary woman.

The first sign of a problem came when a wired idea filed his head, he should cover his ass with the goop. He tried to stop his hand as it slowly lowered itself down and started rubbing his right asshole.

Goop now covered his ass and Josh could no longer concentrate on anything other than fucking. An abrupt pain shot through him as the rubbery goop thrust itself into his ass and urethra, the mental image of a hot babe suddenly replaced by drones covered completely by the goop. One drone was fucking his ass slowly as another thrust a sounding rod in and out of his urethra, slowly stroking josh’s cock as he did.

Josh was full of panic and tried to break free. He suddenly felt two hands push his shoulders down to keep him still and looked up at another drone. The drop in the back of his neck had spread out to cover his shoulders and was slowly working its way up his neck.

The fight in Josh was slowly dying, slowly giving up to be replaced by pleasure. The pleasure of having a sound in his cock and the pressure of having his ass fucked. It was so much easier to enjoy the pleasure than it was to fight it. When the goop had reached his mouth, he didn’t fight it.

The goop on his mouth began to enter, formed like a cock that slowly thrust in and out. Slowly fucking his mind, replacing his past and personality with empty pleasure.

A voice could now be heard, not Josh’s voice though, a different one. The goop’s voice, his new master’s voice. It had a simple message, ‘cum, cum and join the collective drone.’

It sounded beautiful, dominant and powerful. Why would Josh want to fight it, the goop was making him feel so much pleasure. Following its orders would probably lead to more pleasure!

Without any fight, Josh let his cum fly, and with it what was left of Josh mentally. His cum started off its normal white before turning into the black rubber goo.

Josh, now a mindless drone, took the rubber goop on his hand and spread it all over its body, completely imprisoning Josh’s body in goo. The drone then went toward the door, cock still hard, to look for suitable subjects to cum the goop onto for the creation of another drone.

Walking through a thick forest in Montana, Luke felt alive. He loved the wilderness and everything in it. Luke hiked around the next bend, starting to look for a nice spot to set up camp for the night when, ‘bam’, he got hit on the back of the head hard and fell unconscious.

Luke woke up to find his hands and feet streaked out and restrained with his clothes missing. A cool breeze gently blowing across his naked body. He was still out in the wilderness, where exactly he didn’t know but the forest still appear to be somewhere in Montana. He looked up to see the moon looking bizarre.

“Holly shit!” slipped out under his breath as he saw the moon appear to be half white, like normal, and the other a moss green. Luke began to panic, his hear racing. ‘What the hell is going on?’ was the first question to run though his head as he desperately tried to break free of the crude leather restraints.

‘I have to get out of here!!’ was the last thought to run through his head before he heard a noise, perhaps a voice, no louder than a whisper. The noise scared him even more, making his heart race faster and every instinct in his body was telling him to not listen. Telling him not to hear whatever it was because nothing good could come of it but different, perhaps rational or desperate portion told him to see what it was. Maybe it was someone else out here, another backpacker or Search and Rescue personnel. Someone who could help him.

Luke stopped his fighting and strained to listen, straining to see if he could hear the sound again. A quiet but deep voice came though as a soft whisper, ‘Relax.’ It had a weird cadence and accent, almost like the speakers mouth was full. He wasn’t convinced that’s what it said so he tried to listen again. ‘Relax,’ came through again, followed by ‘Just relax, there’s no need to fight.’

The voice frightened Luke but at the same time weirdly comforted him. Luke wanted to hear more of it, just to confirm it was there was the excuse he used. ‘That’s it, just relax and listen to my voice’ a little louder this time. A new heavier tone mixed in, like the speaker was a huskier man. ‘Let my voice comfort you. Let it push out everything in your head except my voice.’

Luke had confirmed that yes he was hearing a voice and that it felt good to listen. Very good to listen. He didn’t want to fight the voice, he wanted to listen to it. He wanted to let the voice make him feel better. Luke felt his cock start to get hard as his head relaxed and felt pleasure.

‘My voice feels so good to you.’ the voice spoke again, continuing to grow louder as the speaker grew closer. ‘My voice is all there is, all that is important, all that matters.’

The speaker was now standing in front of Luke and the last of his functioning mind processed the creature before him. He was over nine foot tall with big broad shoulders. His jet black hair, cut like a Mohawk, contrasted against his moss green skin. Two tusks protruded form his lower jaw and his face seemed warn. Looking down his body, Luke noticed his chest, big and covered with hair that covered his whole torso, including his firm looking belly. Luke noted that he was wearing nothing but a roughly made pair of shorts that held a massive bulge that appeared to be growing.

Grabbing his crouch, the green man spoke again, ‘You want my cock. I am your master. You want my cock.’ Luke’s head accepted what he was told. This green man was his master, and he wanted master’s cock. ‘You are my slave. You worship Orcs. I am your Orc master.’ Luke held no fight left and masters words made sense. He was a slave to Orcs, especially to his master. Master was always right. Master spoke again, still groping his crouch, ‘What do you want slave?’

“Your cock Master!”, Luke yelled in desperate need. “I am your slave Master! Please let me worship your cock!” Luke needed his cock, more than he needed anything ever before.

Master spoke again using the same soothing voice, ‘Good. Open your mouth slave.’ Luke obeyed and opened his mouth wide as Master opened a water skin. A soft green glow emerged from the open container as Master slowly brought it to Luke’s mouth. ‘Drink’ was all Master had to say for Luke to gulp down the liquid.

A warm sensation began emanating form Luke’s stomach as he finished, green liquid dripping from his mouth. Waves of pleasure washed through his body as his memories began to be replaced. All the years of work, backpacking, life as a free man was replaced with Orc cock, a life of slavery to his master, and a love of worshiping Orcs.

Master commanded ‘Cum, cum and let the goo take over forever slave.’ and Luke’s cock twitched and began spraying cum and making him spasm form the best orgasm in Luke’s life. His cum started it’s normal white color before turning the same glowing green as the goo he drank.

After he finished, Luke’s eyes looked blank and dumb. Nothing of the old Luke was left, not even his name. Master untied Luke and he collapsed on the ground, exhausted.

Master pulled off his shorts, letting his large green orc cock bounce free in the night air. He scratched his balls and spoke, no longer in the relaxing tone, “Up slave.” Luke sprang to life and stood before Master. “Your name is now snaga.” and snaga nodded, accepting his new reality.