Gob For Teacher

A recent commission for two goblin students deciding to drug their teacher to subject him to some unwilling sex and cock worship.

Villetta and Pixxy had it bad for their teacher Mr. Benjamin Parks. For a science teacher, he didn't look the part as a tall, fit and handsome black man. Even in their school of orcs and elves, the two goblins (Villetta Blackspark was half-demon, but it was a progressive world like that) knew what they wanted.

"I heard that he spilled coffee on his lap once," Pixxy confided over the lunch table. "Jenni, that blonde naga, said that you could see perfectly that he was huuuuge." Like all the females of her kind, Pixxy was short, green and curvy. She had long pointed ears that reached well beyond her fluffy dark hair, but she still tried to stand out with her gothy skull t-shirt and earrings. Blue makeup lined her eyes and lips for that little extra flare.

"I know!" Villetta sighed as she drank down some of her soda. "You've GOT to dream about sucking on a piece of human like that. Plus he's one of those dark ones, which is always super hot." She was green and stout like Pixxy, but with her black hair abruptly turning into a purple ponytail. She wore a skimpy leather skirt and top to go with her fishnet stockings. Her infernal heritage showed itself in her forked tail (which she’d taken the liberty to pierce in case that wasn’t edgy enough for anyone) and her two yellow horns on her head, one of which had been chipped off near the tip.

"Plus he's married," Pixxy added. He always had pictures of his family around on his desk. "So he's already got that forbidden angle. But he's got one of those human marriages. Like a good one. Where they say 'I love you' and stuff, even when they didn't just have sex. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Villetta asked the question as if she was dismissing the thought rather than pressing for the reason. "If he couldn't stop you, would that silly human logic of 'no means no' really stop you? And you know that prude wife of his doesn’t keep him satisfied like a goblin girl would."

Pixxy thought on it, but not for long. Ever since she set eyes on the tall and handsome human she'd had wet dreams about pleasing and fucking him. It only got worse once that rumor about his being hung like a bear started going. "Why? You thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Way ahead of you, Pix." Villetta reached into her bag and slapped down a piece of paper with a few notes scrawled across it. "Can you get these the next time you're in the science lab? I've got Magic and Alchemy tomorrow morning. I should be able to get a few potions together and then by the afternoon, we can go and show Mr. Parks our little extra credit projects."

"Hi, Mister Parks!" Pixxy popped her head into the room, smiling brightly at her obsessive crush. "How's it going?"

"Ah, Pixxy. Good to see you." The short-haired and clean-cut teacher smiled up at her. He was the sort to try to be friendly  "Just grading some papers. You know I was impressed by your test scores last week. I'm glad to see you're showing an interest in the field."

"Yea, well... goblins just have a natural thing for chemistry." Pixxy walked further in and laughed a little louder than usual. It helped to hide Villetta's footsteps as her invisible form slipped in and got near his desk. Pixxy couldn't see her, but she knew the plan. She was going to play distraction. "So uh... how's the family?" She kept up her small talk while Villetta quietly popped her potion and started to discreetly pour it into Mr. Parks' half-emptied coffee mug. The teacher stood up and walked towards Pixxy, forcing Villetta to flatten her tits against his desk to avoid being discovered when he tripped over her.

"So what can I help you with, Pixxy?"

"Uh... science."

"Science?"

"Yes. I need more science in my life, Mr. Parks."

The teacher shook his head, but smiled in amusement. "Well I'll tell you what. I've got to get these papers graded, but I'll bring up any bits of trivia I think are interesting. I've got a pretty low bar for interesting, though."

"I think it'll be REAL interesting before long," Pixxy muttered. Ben went back to his desk and took another drink. He pursed his lips at the change in taste, but he ignored it and went on working and drinking. After a few sips, Villetta went back to his office's door and shoved it shut, flipping the lock as her invisibility potion wore off.

"Something wrong, girls?" Ben asked, furrowing his brow. He must have not noticed Villetta walking in just now, but the locking seemed unnecessary.

"Not at all, Mr. Parks," the half-goblin purred as she approached him with a wiggle to her plump little hips. "In fact, you are looking better than ever."

Ben Parks certainly lived up to the rumors. He was plenty hung and already hard thanks to Villetta's spiking his coffee with the potion. The girls broke into even wider smiles as they witnessed his package and smelled the tempting musk he'd built up from a day's work. It beckoned to goblins like catnip by drawing out their naturally slutty nature, and Villetta couldn't help but plant a kiss just below his cock's warm and bulging head.

Ben shuddered and groaned. He leaned back into his chair to relax and enjoy the sensation, but he shook his head. The potion was quickly draining any means he had to struggling or resisting, no matter what he was truly thinking. "Girls, stop it," he muttered weakly. They ignored his pleas as Pixxy wrapped her mouth around the tip of his cock, giving a quick, wet suck that made him grunt hard. Willing or not, he couldn't deny how good it felt to have the short green beauties teasing his member.

As usual, Ben Parks had stayed after school to work in his office. While Ben himself found it a strange choice of words, his body reacted quickly to the chemicals. The aphrodisiac got his groin stirring at the slightest hints of flirting. The lust charms made his mind slow down at the incoming fog and his heart rate pick up. The goblin girls cackled as they scampered around to either side of the desk and both sets of black-nailed hands got to working together to undo his belt.

"Don't worry, Mr. Parks," Pixxy cooed. "We're not gonna hurt ya. We're gonna make you feel soooo good."

"Girls, no," Parks warned in a slightly slurred voice, but he made no move to stop them. He actually placed a hand on Villetta's head, but he could only find the strength to stroke her hair rather than push her away. "Please. Stop this... you're my students."

"And we've learned a lot from you," Villetta purred as she started to force down his pants and underwear. Ben found his hips lifting by themselves to help them along. "Like how much you need this. We just want to say thank you!"

Willing or not, Ben certainly lived up to the rumors. The potions had left him hard despite his protests, and he was just as hung as everyone had said. With his cock and balls exposed to the open air, his work day's worth of sweat and musk hit the goblins' noses like catnip. Villetta planted a kiss on the base of the thick, round head of Mister Parks' dick, getting a moan from the reluctant teacher as her dark lips brushed against its veins. Pixxy giggled at his reaction, opening her mouth wide and daintily running her tongue along his tip. Ben gripped the arms of his chair tightly as his breathing picked up, the potion driving his libido wild despite his trying to think of his wife rather than the lipstick marks on his huge, dark dick.

"You're such a dirty boy, Mister Parks," Pixxy cooed, her breath running cool across the wet tip of his shaft.

"I'm really not!" Ben insisted wearily. "I love my wife. Let me go... MMMF!" He grunted heavily as Villetta pressed her face into his package, kissing and licking at his sack while she sniffed the base of his cock with a bestial curiously.

"We'll let you go," Pixxy assured him as she pulled herself closer to him. “Once we’re finished playing.” She gently ran her painted fingertips over his upper shaft while Villetta worked on its lower half. With his impressive length, he was more than enough for the shortstack sluts to share. Their wet sucking and slurping noises accompanied Benjamin's lusting pleas for them to stop.

"You girls... ungh... you can't do this. Please. You're going to get us in a lot of trouble."

"The door's locked, and we won't tell. The only one who can do that is you, Mr. Parks," Pixxy said as she went to her knees by Villette. "And you wouldn't want your wife getting mad, now would you?"

Ben was trying to focus on resisting their advances (which the potion easily overpowered, but they could see him realizing this as well. Threats like that wouldn't get him anywhere. "Just sit back and enjoy it," Villetta said again. She clutched as much of his cock as she could in one of her little hands, holding it up so that she and Pixxy could each take one of his swelling balls into their mouths. They hummed and cooed softly, sending maddening vibrations up through his sack as Ben let out another raspy cry.

“Ohhhh my god. Fuck… fuck, get off! Please! What are you doing?!” Ben pleaded helplessly as his mind and body started to go numb. He stared at the girls with watery eyes as they started to kiss around his shaft, keeping as much of his warm testicles as they could in their mouths. Pixxy’s drool ran down his sack and send fresh uninvited pleasure through him as he dug his fingers into the arms of his chair. “Stop… I can’t hold… dammit!” Ben rambled witlessly. The potion hadn’t just made him horny and paralyzed. There was something else going on. His dick was erect and yet it was growing longer still. His balls in particular felt heavy and… powerful. It felt like the girls were worshipping them to wake up something inside that was more than just his cum. The way they smiled and giggled around his nuts just added to the imagery.

He finally erupted with a husky grunt. The girls’ sucking combined with their lightly stroking hands were too much for him to resist. He hated himself for being forced to betray his wife, even as his cum shot out onto his lap and stomach. The girls went absolutely wild for it, gasping and laughing as they leaned over his legs. Their breasts rested on his thighs and rubbed against his shaft, staining their skin and clothes as they greedily wiped and sucked up every drop of cum they could.

“Oh my god, it’s so good!” Pixxy blurted. Her eyes and smile were so wide that it was like Mister Parks’ cum was a drug to her. She scooped up a big handful before licking every crevice between her fingers.

"You're too good to us, Mister Parks!" Villetta cooed as she straddled his leg. She didn't bother using her hands as she ran her tongue along his abs to suck the sweat and cum right off of his skin.

"Stop... this has to stop," Ben pleaded miserably. His face was twisted in displeasure despite what his body and penis told him. It was already more kinky than anything he'd done with his wife, but it wasn't what he wanted. The girls went on drinking him up and happily ignoring his moaned objections. They didn't seem done with him, despite the fact that he had already cum... but somehow he stayed up.

"Wait... what did you do?!" Ben asked in disbelief. Not only was his cock still rock hard, but it felt even more sensitive. More engorged. More... hungry.

"Just a dose of vitality potion with some extra minotaur hormones," Villetta explained. She sat up with his cum sticking out boldly on her black top and green skin, licking what she could off her lips. "You won't be going soft on us anytime soon."

"I want some more!" Pixxy declared as she climbed onto Ben's lap. The short goblin slut was busty and small enough that when she leaned over his shaft, her breasts and mouth both pressed against the raging erection. The cum from his wet cock's head rubbed over her black shirt as the slutty goblin goth ran her hard, painted nails over his chest.

Ben was confused by what was going on, failing to notice Villetta climbing on top of his desk. She casually put the picture of Mr. Parks' family face down to avoid distracting him before she spun his chair around. She pushed the top of the reclining seat backward, making him face the ceiling and the grinning Villetta as she loomed over him. "Don't worry about it. We know what you really want. You don't even have to think at all."

"Yea, because we're going to suck your brains out through your balls," Pixxy purred as she grasped his shaft with both hands and still barely reached all the way around. She started to lick at the tip, cleaning up any lingering cum while Villetta slid her top off over her head.

"You girls... you're crazy. You can't do this. Please let me go," Ben panted. It was a strange sensation to be getting this hard and aroused so shortly after cumming, especially to anyone besides his wife. It was making his head spin, which just made the feelings that much more intense.

"Shhhh. Easy, tiger," Villetta urged gently. "That's those big dum bull hormones talking. We know what you need more than you do at this point." The horned demi-goblin tossed her top aside and leaned over him, letting her oversized breasts mash into his face. He could still breathe under that green eclipse, but the air was warm and smelled of the goth's sweaty green skin. He kept protesting, but only the occasional word or two escaped as she rubbed her breasts over his face.

Pixxy was having the time of life going after Ben's cock like a fleshy popsicle. Her tongue left the shaft and head dripping with saliva, creating a tingling sensation all the way down while she tended to the top. Her small but strong fingers stroked her spit over him like a lotion, loving how the moisture brought out the smell of his loins.

"Villetta, can you smell that? Fuck, do I love horny human stink..." Pixxy broke into a huge smile as she started sniffing over his cock, drinking in the powerful masculine smell of his groin and fresh cum. It was always a strange hormonal relationship between humans, as goblins were known to get downright addicted to the right sort of human cum.

"Sure can, Pix. No escaping the smell of an verile alpha male like that!" Villetta laughed. It made her breasts jiggle against their teacher's face, letting a few of his deeper moans escape her cleavage. He was drooling at this point as his breathing became more heavy and his teased shaft tensed to release another burst.

Pixxy kept on kissing and sniffing at his package while her hands started to cradle his balls. Her face rubbed against the rod while each hand held up one of his heavy testes. She loved feeling their heat and weight, so full of that cum that had already gotten her hooked. "Mmmm, they must feel so heavy," Pixxy purred, lightly bouncing them in her hands and giving them a squeeze. She loved how firm and full they felt, though she wondered how much of that was potion and how much just from his naturally huge package.

Pixxy didn't care in the end as his cock shot off again, squirting into the air so that it stuck to her tits, face and hair. She laughed merrily as she rubbed her hand over her skin, licking the creamy mess clean from her fingers. She shivered hard enough that she had to squeeze her thighs around her teacher's leg to keep herself straddling him, which only pressed the wet crotch of her panties tighter against Ben's thigh.

Villetta finally lifted her breasts off of Ben's face. The teacher coughed as the fresh air mixed with the taste and smell of her sweaty flesh. The flavors of the gothic goblin still didn't go away.

"Oh my god," Ben panted. It was disorienting to feel like he should be exhausted but still remain alert and ready. It was as if his cock hand commandeered his brain and refused to let him act on his own accord. "Please. I won't tell anyone. You have to let me go. Leave me alone. You got what you wanted..."

"What we want..." Villetta cooed patiently as she laid on her stomach. She planted her elbows on the edge of the desk, leaning forward just enough to let her lap at the tip of the teacher's lengthy cock. "Is to make you into a new man, Mr. Parks. To make you into a REAL man. The one you deserve to be." The demi-goblin's devilish half definitely shone through as she tormented the trapped teacher with her seductive and smokey voice.

"We know your wife's not exactly giving that pussy away," Pixxy added. "So we want to help give that dick the lovin' it needs to grow up big and strong!" She stroked the shaft as she wrapped her thighs around it, rolling the stubby legs around it. “Soooo big!” Pixxy was already drooling as she couldn't help but wrap her lips around her teacher's rod.

"Damn, Benny! You must taste good to have her hooked already!" Villetta giggled as she wiggled out of her skirt and panties with one eager motion, returning to the floor and climbing up next to Pixxy on Ben's lap.

She smiled mischievously up at him as she helped strip down Pixxy as well, leaving them both naked in his lap as Ben grunted and tried to escape. When that failed, his body still refusing to resist their advances, he could only try to beg them.

"Stop it... girls, this is rape! You can't... oh holy shit!" His eyes rolled back while his balls and cock pulsed with pleasure. Both girls had decided they wanted another taste and had begun rubbing their lips and tongues on both sides of his cockhead. They watched his helpless squirming with delight, even when they both reached his dick's head at the same time and began to sloppily make out with each other. Ben bit his lip in a desperate effort to distract himself, but he couldn't take his eyes off of their sleazy display.

Seeing they had him ready for another of his creamy outbursts, they started to put on even more of a show. Villetta grabbed Pixxy by her breasts, squeezing and stroking them as she pulled them around Ben's cock. Pixxy caught onto her game and returned the favor, hefting up the half-demon's tits and resting them on top of hers. Their combined cleavage swallowed up most of Ben's shaft, wrapping it in warm green flesh while they sucked noisily at the top. Their spittle ran down like little rivers along his throbbing veins. The sexual display from the little ladies forced the cum out of their teacher once again as Ben let out a loud and husky cry.

There would be no one around the school to hear him this late, but the goblins didn't seem concerned by that. They were far too delighted to care thanks to the offering of fresh cum spraying thick and plentiful out of the worshipped cock. Their expressions lit up as the semen stuck to their lips, eyes and smiles both open wide as the creamy substance ran down their faces. The girls each kept one hand grasping and stroking his cock, already priming him for more as they leaned over Ben's shaft to start greedily licking the semen from their fellow goblin girl's face in a mockery of a kiss.

"Please... stop... I need to go see my wife. This HAS to stop," Ben begged them once more. No matter how much his body flooded him with pleasure, he knew he was a good and loyal man. He didn't want any of this, regardless what his cursed cock would have him think.

"What? But we're having sooooo much fun!" Pixxy giggled, but she swayed a bit on her perch on Ben's lap. She snorted and wiped her face, just to lick the mess of cum from her fingers. The girls were having their own sexual high, as even without being touched or penetrated by their human lover, they were drunk off of his cum.

"Maybe he's right, Pix," Villetta proposed. "Maybe we should show him that we’re ready for the real deal. I bet he’s never even tried goblin puss…”

“Goblin… puss?” Ben asked warily.

“Oh, you’ll love it! I hear we're a lot tighter and stretchier than human ladies!" Pixxy assured him. With the wolfish little grins on the girls' faces, Ben had no reason to doubt that they were willing to follow through on their threat.

"I get first!" Villetta declared as she scampered up higher. "It was my idea!"

"Ahh, no fair," Pixxy groaned. She still hopped off and sat her curvy bottom down on the professor's desk, kissing his face and stroking his chest while Villetta got herself situated. The horned goblin rested her hands on his firm upper body as she wiggled her hips, tracing her pussy along the end of his cock. Ben shuddered in his chair, his dick only getting harder and more sensitive as things went on. He tried for one last appeal to their decency.

"Girls, no! This isn't right and you know it! We shouldn't do this!"

"I don't know about you," Villetta said with another toothy smile. "But it sure does FEEL right!" She thrust her hips straight down, impaling herself on the monster shaft. She let out a huge gasp that made it look like she had hurt herself, but her shocked expression slid quickly into one of absolute delight. Her mouth hung open, giggling with idiotic glee until she started to drool over her big green tits. She hadn't even gotten half of his cock inside of her before it completely filled her and still he started to bounce up and down on it.

Her teacher was grunting and groaning, unable to contain the maddening pleasure that was flooding his brain through his groin. "I told you he loves it!" Pixxy laughed as she took his chin, turning him to kiss him fully on the mouth. He shuddered as her painted lips and thick little tongue tasted of sweat and cum from her last agonizing hour of worshipping his growing dick. He couldn't even shake his head or object as her mouth kept his busy.

Villetta was still bouncing up and down using her toes braced against Ben's thighs. Her saliva was still dribbling everywhere as her hefty tits jiggled with the rest of her. Even as she forced her pussy to stretch and take more of him, she was almost completely suspended by his dick. She bit her lip as she watched him squirm, a sexual prisoner to their horny goblin desires. It was her turn to be speechless as the cock she'd craved filled her to the brim and then some. Her long, low moans were abruptly cut off by a shrill shriek as she scratched her nails down his chest. Her already tight pussy clenched hard enough to send a jolt of pain through Ben's overly sensitive cock, followed by sense of heat and moisture pouring out of her. Villetta had orgasmed, but one could hardly tell from the outside beyond her violent shuddering. He had fucked her so completely full that there was no room for it to get out, like a cork in a bottle.

"Oooh, that was a big one!" Villetta purred, eyes rolling as she licked the drool from her lips. "You really know how to treat a girl like a fuckslut, Mr. P."

"Okay, now it's my turn!" Pixxy insisted, breaking her lips away from Ben as she scooted closer to his lap. The black teacher moaned miserably, shaking like he was barely able to breathe.

"Just a second. He's getting close. I can feel it," Villetta hissed, starting to grind on him again. Ben was so insanely sensitive he could feel her clit grinding over the tip of his penis. Her pussy was full of her thick, greasy cum that acted as even further lubricant on top of all the spit and jizz he'd accumulated before. Villetta had no problem milking another massive orgasm out of him, overflowing her tight green cunt as a mix of his and her cum poured out from the few thin openings at the edge of her lips. She finally slid herself off of his rod, letting a gushing flood of juices pour out onto his lap as she shuddered. Ben was amazed as just how much cum was in there, having never had a load that big.

"By the dark gods, he fucked me so hard I can taste it!" Villetta purred.

"I hope you left some for me!" Pixxy insisted, scampering onto his lap as Villetta swapped places with her.

"Oh, don't you worry, Pix." Even as she addressed her partner in crime, Villetta met Ben's eyes with a knowing glance. "That dick isn't going anywhere. A dose like that should leave him nice and big for a very, very long time."

"What?!" Ben almost managed to sit up in his surprise, but he the weakening potion quickly forced him back into his compliant position. He fumbled and laid back as Pixxy helped herself to his shaft, grinding against it like a miniature stripper pole before she finally fit it inside her (or rather, fit herself on top of it). Pixxy's eyes fluttered as she found her rhythm, pumping him in and out of her rather than leaving him entirely inside like Villetta had. She kept a hand on the desk to steady herself as she kept Ben slamming deep inside of her before sliding him back out with a thick sucking sound.

"Yesss! Wow, it's like he's fucking my brain!" Pixxy raved, her eyes growing wide while her pupils dilated. Both of the girls giggled and purred with delight (whenever Pixxy wasn't giving labored grunts from Ben's intensely deep penetration). Pixxy had her own shuddering squirt before she went on riding him for another.

"Doesn't it feel nice, Benny?" Villetta cooed into his ear. "Now you can be what you always wanted to be."

"No... stop... stop all of this," Ben muttered wearily. His erection was going strong but his mind was weakening. His dick was stronger than his willpower by now as the girls kept encouraging the change. They kept giving it more reasons to grow and stay hard.

"You know you wanted this," Villetta went on, stroking his cheek affectionately. "It's what every male wants: to be a brainless, horny bull who can please any woman and get some nice, warm pussy whenever he wants. To feel nothing but the heat of lust and pleasure..."

"What is... ah! What is wrong with you girls?! This has to stop!"

The goblins giggled with a drunken quiver to their voices, high on the smell and taste and feel of his empowered human semen. "You want it to stop? Give her one more. Do what you're born to do, you fuck monster. Use that giant gift of yours and fuck my friend shitless."

Ben tried to move, but he found that only his hips would budge. Pixxy gave a shrill squeak of delight as his rod started to move inside her, pumping her that much deeper and harder. The giggling goblin bounced up and down on his dick like a pogo stick as her breasts and head bobbed with each slamming thrust. Ben's cock took over as he plowed her senseless, a third heavy squirt of her pussy making him unable to bear it any longer. His heavy balls tensed and fired another load inside his student, leaving Pixxy absolutely screaming with pleasure. Her bouncing continued as the semen spurt out of her slit like a broken faucet, splashing the both of them in uncontrolled bursts of white.

Villetta couldn't help but lean off the desk and slurp up more of his precious seed off his dark skin. Pixxy hung suspended on his shaft for a moment, gasping for air and smiling like an idiot for a while. She finally slid herself off with a thick, wet noise and started to join Villetta in drinking every drop of the spilled cum from Ben's body.

"Wasn't that great?" Villetta asked, smiling and licking the cum from her lips. Ben was still flopped back into his chair, his erection standing straight up and throbbing as some tears came from his eyes.

"Aww, don't feel bad. We'll come and help out that big ol' cock of yours any time you want!" Pixxy assured him. She stood up on his lap to kiss his cheek before she hopped off and started to gather her clothes.

Villetta winked at her teacher as she slid off of him, grinding her pussy on his strong thigh for good measure. "Tell your wife we said hi. I'm sure she'll like the great big present we got for her!" The goblins redressed and opened up the door. Villetta spoke a quick magic word, breaking the potion's effect to let Ben move again. It left him alone, violated, and forever changed by the cursed cock they'd left for him.

The Goblin Coplin

Just a thought that came up in a thread off of 4chan about shortstacks. It came up about a sexy goblin police officer, and then people became more interested in her being competent, responsible,  and atypical while struggling with the natural instincts to breed and masturbate all day long. It's been well liked so far on the Patreon and hentai foundry, where I've been posting this stuff more often to gauge people's reactions since all I have to go on here is checking views. It turned out more sweet than lewd, but still ends up in goblin boning. Kind of ties into my Ghetto Goblin Girl story and the caption pics I did on the Patreon of the goblin becoming hooked on breeding, at least in Gretchen here defying those stereotypes.


“Come on, officer… Torque. I wasn’t going THAT fast.”

“It’s Officer Torke. Pronounced Tor-kay,” Gretchen corrected as she went on filling out the ticket. She did her best to look intimidating, maintaining an expression that gave off nothing but business and a dash of disapproving frown. It was the best she could do when she was three feet tall and needed an official police-distributed stepstool to look in through a car window. Gretchen Torque was one of scarce few goblins on the police force in her whole state, and the only one in Kent County. She was likely the only goblin cop (or “coplin” or gobby in the UK)  to actually take the job seriously. Given their nature, they tended to help the police as informants or by filling up their jail cells. Gretchen was one that wanted to prove all the stereotypes wrong.

She was on the short side, even for a goblin, considering they went from about three to five feet tall. She had short blue hair that curled up if she didn’t shower and lotion it every day. She kept it trim beneath her hat (which balanced itself on the edges of her broad ears), leaving it out of her pretty face that was a collection of button nose, freckles and tree frog-purple eyes. Her thick green skin had the same slightly pocked texture to it, but she took better care of herself than most to avoid the usual oily appearance. The uniform was just something she couldn’t fix. They didn’t have anything in her proper size, so her freckled boobs and wide hips pushed the uniform out to look trashier than she’d like. It could have been worse, compared to the other goblin girls she’d see on the streets, but she had to prove she wasn’t a stripogram on more than one occasion. They simply didn’t have any tops that weren’t down to her knees or exposing her underboob besides this one. She had dedicated herself to fixing up the pants herself to shorten a larger pair, and even then they hugged her butt way tighter than she wanted them to.

“You can’t be serious… my wife’s gonna kill me.” The driver groaned and slumped back into his driver seat. “I can’t afford this.”

“Should have thought of that before going 75 in a 50 zone, sir,” Gretchen said dismissively as she pulled out the ticket. She went to hand it over when the middle-aged guy took the incoming hand in his. It was warm and big and strong and it made the little goblin’s heart race.

“Look, you’re a goblin. I work with a few in my office,” the guy said carefully as he put on a more reasonable smile. “I know you’d be willing to just tear up that ticket if you maybe… drove off somewhere secluded, wasted an hour or two together, and we both leave a little happier. Right?”

“Are you… trying to get out of this ticket with sex?” Gretchen asked warily.

“I mean, off the record. It’s what you goblins crave, right? I’ve read the articles online. I’ve seen you green girls giving it out for free on the streets in the right time of year. Come on. It’ll be fun.”

“Wellll… when you put it that way…” Gretchen took back the ticket and the man grinned. She tucked it under her arm while she got her ticket book back out and scribbled another. “Here’s another for trying to solicit an officer.” The man’s face went pale as she handed him the pair of tickets. “If I were you, I’d suggest paying the fine. Wouldn’t want to go to court over it and have your wife find out about the things you said, would you?”

Gretchen smiled with her smooth and sharp teeth before she hopped off and picked up her stool. She kept her own wedding ring on her keychain in her pocket when she was on duty. She didn’t want to risk it getting lost or broken when she was “busting a perp” as the rookies liked to call it. She tried to be more mature than that. That wasn’t what she’d gone to college for, and it wasn’t what her mom had raised her to be like. Of course, sometimes it felt like that was all Gretchen did these days: everything she could to avoid being labeled as the same horny, sleazy cons and goblin sluts that made up her race’s population.

Gretchen climbed back into her squad car (with the seat boosted all the way up and her old training handbook beneath her butt) and drove off to leave the guy with something to think about and a few hundred dollars to pay. She went a few miles out to where she could park near the highway and collect her thoughts. She took a long drink of her water before she shuddered. She was a married goblin with a respectable job and steady income, and still it bothered her. There would always be that piece of her brain that pumped her full of the instinct to jump at every possible chance for a quick fuck.

Goblins were a relatively recent addition to actual modern society, legally recognized as people a couple of generations ago. They had some footholds, mostly from carving themselves a chunk of downtown where they swarmed their specialized apartments and ran their own underground market. They were a lot more in touch with their instincts than humans, and goblins were scavengers. They ate whatever they could and bred at any opportunity, as if they were still afraid of being swept up by a hawk or a wolf or an especially mean deer.

It was what made just the intimate touch of the stranger make Gretchen hold her breath and wait out the next fifteen minutes in the privacy of her car. "Don't think about dick. Don't think about dick. Don't think about dick..." She looked at herself in the rearview mirror, willing herself to fight off the hormones and the stereotypes and the expectations. She had proved everyone wrong at her recruitment training. That her stubby legs and big boobs wouldn't slow her down in the obstacle course. That she could shoot and fight as good as all the humans. And perhaps most proudly, that she had a senior officer offer her a quick fuck in the background and she had calmly declined and then reported him to their trainer. Of course, she had to go home and masturbate long into the night thinking about the incident, but the guy was promptly fired for sexual harassment and a short while before she graduated. It made her a huge hit with the lady officers.

Now, Gretchen tapped her foot on the floor of her squad car. It just made her thigh jiggle and rub against her crotch. "Don't masturbate. Don't masturbate. Don't masturbate," she reminded herself in a fresh mantra. She reached out and touched the keychain, rubbing the little gold wedding ring so that the diamond scratched harmlessly against her fingers. That while staring into the mirror finally grounded her in reality again. She sighed and settled back into her seat, letting the air conditioning cool her down when the radio crackled to life.

"Officer Torke, we've got some reports of a disturbance down on Conch Street behind Parson's Pawn. You need any backup?"

Gretchen had lucked out and worked with one of the female officers before she was deemed able to patrol on her own. "I should be fine. I'll keep you updated," she reported back in the comm before starting off towards the location. The spot was often a source of trouble. The houses were tightly packed together in that part of town, which left narrow alleyways and limited view from the outside. Sure enough, she found a half dozen goblins playing an old fashioned shell game on a folding card table. One male goblin in a cheap dress-shirt and grimy slacks was behind the table, grinning as the rest pointed and shouted over the player's shoulder.

Gretchen parked and let out a few half-started whoops with her siren that sent half the patrons running before she even got out of the car. The rest stayed put out of petrifying fear or confidence. "Okay, guys. You ready to show me a license to be running these kinds of games?" Gretchen started as she walked calmly down the alley. The players shuffled and avoided her eyes, but the one running the game turned his frown into another knowing grin.

"Hey there, officer. What's the problem here?"

"Gambling without proper license, reports of a disturbance, and illegal use of private property," she reported curtly. "Fact is, I haven't seen any of you exchanging money, so if you pack it up and go, you've done nothing wrong. As far as I know." She was trying to be fair and give them a shot to walk away.

"Ah, come on. It's part of our culture," the host of the game insisted. "Takin' idiots from their money. At least I'm pretending to have a business to it instead of thievin' like the rest of these clowns."

"Crime's still a crime," she refused. "No matter who's doing it or how severe. So disperse or tell it to them down at the station."

The gamblers seem to get the point and shuffle off, but the one behind the rest of it gave her a sneer. "Well lookit that. Guess some of us scum get to float to the top. The humans got you on a leash or has you got a rich male that got you this high by balancing on his dick?"

Gretchen's face ran a flush of red across her speckled nose. "I got myself here. And no business of yours, but I'm married."

"No you're not," the vendor sneered. "Then where's your tattoos?"

"He's a human."

The semiformal creep laughed sharply. "Oh, that's it. You got yourself a job when you're not knocked up on humie juice?" He spat with a particular precision that landed right on her cleavage. "Your kind make me sick. Bunch of pink-jumpin'..."

Gretchen caught him by his bald head and mashed it into the nearest wall. "I try to play nice!" she snapped indignantly as she clapped the cuffs onto one of his wrists. "You've got the right to remain silent that I'm sure you'll ignore. You've the right-"

She had the goblin cuffed when another, larger male grabbed her from behind and threw her to the ground. She wasn't sure who he was or where he came from, but he got her on her stomach and used his bulk to pin her down. All of Gretchen's instincts said to stay down. They wanted her to roll over. To show him her belly and spread her legs in submission and a silent plea to knock her up in the dirty alley in the middle of her shift. Her instincts were always pretty useless in a fight.

She breathed heavily for few seconds, her breasts puffing against the pavement before she let her mind take over again. She caught the handle of her nightstick and caught her attacker in the jaw with the handle. He let out a quick yowl as she smashed an elbow into his ribs and made him tumble off. She rose to her hip and drove a boot into his snout, sending a tooth and some blood from his nose and lips. He howled and clutched his face as he rolled around, so Gretchen stood up and spiked the tip of her baton into his soft gut. With him finally winded, she whirled around and took out the knee of his boss before he could make a coordinated run for it. She grabbed the radio from her belt to call for backup; not because she was especially hurt at all (goblins were squishy and stretchy enough to absorb a lot of that kind of abuse), but just because there was no way she'd be able to drag the bigger one into her car by herself.

Once they were picked up and Gretchen dusted off and calmed down again, she assured the other officers she was fine to continue with her patrol. It was a few more speeding tickets and some loiterers, making it a pretty slow day after the gamblers. The last big thing she found was a car parked outside of the local school. She saw the subtle rocking that begged her to not come a’knocking, but she had her duties. Worst case it was a perv, best case it was someone who could use some help.

In truth, it was somewhere in between. She could hear the moans and grunts, and a tanktop was tossed recklessly over the top of the passenger seat. She rolled her eyes and knocked her baton on the door. There was some hushed whispers before they opened the door. There was a pair of high schoolers; a human boy and a goblin girl. The goblin was as short as Gretchen was, if only almost as busty, but with blonde pigtails that had to be dyed. Goblin hair just didn’t come that bright and clean of a bleach blonde. She had a bra that barely stuck on her chest and some makeup that had been amateurly applied to her face and nails. Her big green eyes tried to avoid the officer’s gaze, while the human at least tried to stay in front of her with his unzipped pants.

“Oh. Uh. Hi, officer. We were just… reviewing. For an exam.”

“Really didn’t have a better excuse, huh?” Gretchen asked with a knowing gaze.

“Uh… no, ma’am.” The big guy with the long, shaggy hair let his awkwardly long legs dangle over the edge of the car.

“This your car?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Gretchen gave the flustered and blushing goblin girl a look. To his credit, the guy tried to shuffle to obstruct her view of her. “Look, I don’t have to tell you what’s wrong with all this, do I, son?”

“No, ma’am.” It was clear the guy was weirded out being called “son” by a lady half his size, but it made Gretchen stifle a smug grin.

“Right. Good. Now, I’d like a word with the young lady back there. After that, you can go ahead and drive her home and drop her off. Does that sound fair?” The girl anxiously twirled one of her pigtails and the guy bit his lip, but he looked at his sloppy makeout partner and shrugged.

Gretchen didn’t bother with taking her to her car and just took the goblin girl around the corner (Gretchen had to remind her to put her top back on first). She sat her on a bench and decided to try to wrap with her. She was young and impressionable, after all.

“Look… what’s your name, kid?”

“Trixie.”

Ouch. Uphill battle. “Well, Trixie, I know there’s a lot of history about us goblins. And not all of it’s great. But the same goes for humans. They’re not all pride and sunshine. They made mistakes and got confused just like the rest of us. I mean, look at me. I’ve got respect and pride, and a good paycheck. That’s a lot more than a lot of goblins have. And you know what? I never had to fuck anybody to get here. All it took was my folks telling me that I could do it. I just want you to know that you’ve got options, right? You can wait until marriage, save yourself, and you’ll know that partner really cares about because you saved sex just for him. I’m not saying like… like, a little before marriage is okay. I’m not saying be psycho about it. But take it easy. You’re better than those urges. You should always use protection, otherwise you’re gonna end up one of those sluts with a dozen kids hanging off their tits and so fat they can barely walk. You don’t want to end up as one of those hookers, do you?”

Trixie blinked at her, realizing there was a moment of quiet from Gretchen’s rambling. “Uh… I am?”

“You’re saving for marriage?” Gretchen asked skeptically. Was she one of those kids who was trying to get married while they were still in school?

“No, I’m like, a hooker. Already.” She went back to twirling one of her pigtails.

“So… he was…?”

“Mmmmmaybe?”

Gretchen frowned. “...can I see some ID?” Trixie pulled out her license. She was 28. Two years younger than Gretchen. Gretchen hung her head and sighed. “Oh for the love of…” she grumbled as she took out the cuffs.



Gretchen ended up letting the boy go and Trixie getting promptly processed and bailed out by her pimp. She ended her patreon and went back to work out in the gym for a little while before some of the other female officers stopped by while she was working on the heavy bag. They had heard about the assault in the alley, and share their sympathies and encouraging the capable little goblin gal. They treated her as one of the girls, always making a good impression for the ladies as much as she was goblins. They loved to go on about how she was so strong and independent, and how they had human friends with less self-respect than they did. It did Gretchen’s heart good. Still, when they were going out for drinks and invited her along, but she politely declined. She had a date with her husband, which they gushed over being so sweet.

When the day finally ended, she popped her wedding ring back on and hurried back home (well within the speed limit of course) until she jumped out of her car and threw her car keys into the basket on the low shelf by the door. “Ughhhh. Today!” she groaned as she immediately started to unbutton her top.

“That bad?” Alan Torke was watching TV in the living room, waiting for her like an overly casual but loyal dog. There was no dinner ready, but she was never exactly hungry when she got home.

“Worst in a long time,” she grunted as she lost the pants as well. She peeled off her panties by the time she was in the living room, throwing them into the laundry hamper he had left out in preparation for her return. She hated to admit how much of the dampness of her panties was from raw arousal compared to her sweat. “I have had so many creeps touching and grabbing me that it’s like a fucking hot tub down there.”

“Poor baby,” Al cooed as he pulled his pants down. He knew she didn’t like to be kept waiting longer than she had to or else she started to get crabby. He slid a condom on that he’d kept handy and held open his arms so that she didn’t even have to slow down. Gretchen jumped into his lap and wiggled into him, pressing her tits on his chest. With a single thrust and a firm grunt from the both of them, she sheathed her husband inside of her. Gretchen gave a long, drawn out sigh as she finally felt Al back inside her pussy like a piece missing from her puzzle. Her eyelids fluttered briefly as the ribbed rubber ran through her.

“Fuuuuuck yes. Thank you, sweetie,” she moaned, kissing him on the lips. “I needed that.”

“So what’s the matter?” he asked as he started to rub her shoulders. She shut her eyes and purred as her hips started to buck in a lazy rhythm.

“Just dealing with a bunch of shitheads today,” she groaned. “This jerkass tried to seduce me to get out of a ticket, and I had to kick some asses when some fuckers in an alley thought they were tough.”

“Poor thing,” Al consoled patiently as he hugged her more tightly. Her breasts squished up until they forced their way over his shoulders before flopping back down when her hips pumped down onto his covered cock.

“Ugh, and I met this streetwalker fucking this human boy in a car. I gave her a lecture about underage sex and self respect before I figured out she was a whore…” She grunted as she leaned harder into her next thrust, taking him all the way in and holding him there like a vaginal thermometer before she backed off again.

“Ooh boy. I mean, what are you gonna do? Goblins can get like that.”

“Not when they’ve got a great guy like you to come back to,” Gretchen muttered, burying her face into his neck and peppering him with kisses. He let loose a laugh as she turned around, sitting in his lap and leaning her back into him. Alan slid his hands under her arms to lift her up an inch or two, letting her get comfortable before sliding his shaft back into her snatch. She shuddered and almost went limp as she laid on him, breathing heavily as she started to bounce her hips on him more intently.

“I'm such a horny monster,” Gretchen muttered softly between her pouty lips.

“You're my wife. You're supposed to be a little dirty when you're around me.” Al kissed at one of her wide ears and she tingled all over, making her fidget and clench around his dick.

“You perv,” she whispered like a sensual secret as she ran a hand through Alan's hair. She laid back against him as naturally comfortable as if Alan's dick were her favorite chair, grinding until the slight bulge pushed out of her lower belly. Alan wasn't ridiculously hung (though she'd never tell him that) but at her size it didn't matter. Humans equaled big and hard, so her body naturally loved it all and fought to fit all she could inside her.

Alan could tell when she was starting to relax. Her mouth stayed open but she'd stopped griping about her day. Her eyes stayed just barely open and she breathed in these long, slow breaths as if she was falling asleep. After resisting her urges all day at work, she just wanted to indulge in something. Who was he to complain?

He felt himself reaching his limit, so he went for their usual signal. He grabbed Gretchen by the breasts and squeezed them like a pair of green stress balls. It instantly made her little toes curl and a husky cry escape her lips. She bent her legs to brace her feet on his thighs, starting to squat up and down in as firm as rapid a fucking as she could give. Alan bit his lip and had to grab one of the chair’s arms to steady himself as he came inside her. Even with it cut off by the condom, her goblin pussy sensed the shift in pressure and opened up wider. It let him drive his cock even deeper inside her, making Gretchen emit one last scream of bestial pleasure before cumming herself. A quick squirting of her juices onto the carpet and she was left slumped against him, breathless and witless as he hugged her tightly around the ribs.

“Yea… I super needed that one,” Gretchen muttered. She climbed off of his dick and turned to investigate his erection. “The condom stayed on, right? Nothing got out?”

“No, you're clean,” Alan reported. She always asked. They thought of having kids someday, but neither wanted that just yet (despite what Gretchen’s hormones said sometimes).

“Good. I am not ready to turn myself into a walking watermelon yet. Did you hear they've made a drug that can put us in heat 24/7? What's wrong with those people?”

“They're goblins. They'll do what they want, and people will keep trusting them. I know a girl who got on those pills at the office. They say she's never felt happier. Had to hire some new girl for her replacement and everything.” Alan had pulled on his pants and went to turn on the stove to start making dinner. “Besides, you'd make a cute little melon, Gret.”

The goblin cop wiggled back into her panties and followed him to the kitchen, giving him an approving slap on the ass. “Right. I bet you'd like that, you overgrown perv.”

“Says the girl who needs a dick everyday after work.”

“Its genetic!” Gretchen said with a huff as she took the milk from the fridge. She let Alan get some of the food going before she shuffled over and hugged his leg. “I'll tell you what, though… even if I were a human, I'd still be addicted to you.”

“Bet you wouldn't be half as cute if you were.” He rubbed a hand through her hair as she nuzzled his crotch, tempting herself with his familiar scent. The idea of their post-coital dinner had her hungry, but more intense were her cravings for seconds on her husband’s dick. She gave a small groan of defeat as she pulled his pants back down.

“I'm so pathetic,” she groaned.

“Hey.” Alan caught her by the chin when she was halfway to his cock, her mouth still hanging open. “You're a good girl and a hard worker. You earned this.” She closed her mouth enough to smile up at him. “You just happen to be my dicksucking greenbean slut too.”

“You're such a sweetheart,” she giggled as she blushed. She let him get back to his cooking while she wolfed down his member.

Goblinizing Milf Morph (commission)

Recent commission from a new customer that I had a surprising amount of fun with. A guy ends up helping transform his best friend's mom into a horny and submissive goblin, dealing with mixed guilt and eventually giving in and enjoying her advances. It was interesting to play with his feelings on the matter. Kyle remains the unsung hero of this story in my opinion, just being in the background and either being super cool and accepting with everything, or just not really noticing what's going on until way later.

"Dude, your mom is hot." Dean was never sure why, but he had a rather passing interest in girls his age. He was always more interested in his friend Kyle's mom. The boys lived a short walk away from each other, growing up together and hanging out at each other's houses. He always liked it when they went to Kyle's place, because his mother would check in on them regularly to see if they needed anything and she was always easy on the eyes. She was tall and pretty, thin but with some minor curves and imperfections that somehow just made her look even more appealing. Her hair was just shy of blonde thanks to a dash of red, thick and hanging just past her shoulders. She had these cute, pale freckles on her nose, and when she took them to the pool he had to notice that they were on her thighs, chest and shoulders as well. Sure she had a little over twenty years on him, but he'd never stopped fantasizing about her.

"Don't be gay, man," Kyle snorted back as he kept focusing on their video game. "That's my mom."

"Yea. That's why I called her 'your mom. And it's not gay. It's the mathematical opposite of gay. Don't be racist." She sometimes insisted he call her Dawn instead of Miss Nelson, and he dabbled in both. She said he'd practically been a second son to her with how much time the boys spent together.

"Well it's gross. For the last time, don't bother. You'd be a shitty dad." Dawn Nelson had been through a rather civil divorce, with Keith's parents just deciding it wasn't working and politely parting ways when Kyle was six. It wasn't something they brought up often, but he still saw his dad regularly. It wasn't the usual shouting match or accusations; just shook hands, said "good game" and went home.

"Yea, right. I put up with enough of you as it is," Dean said as they finished their level. He gulped down some of his soda and crushed the can, tossing it and and barely missing the garbage. "Alright. Bathroom break?"

"Well me first. I'm gonna be a while." Kyle pushed himself up and hurried for the door.

"Yea, I'M the gross one. What am I supposed to do?" Dean demanded.

"Use mom's bathroom upstairs. Just don't make a mess up there."

Kyle did his business in the cozy private bathroom with the peach-colored carpet and the mirrored medicine cabinet. There was assorted combs and bottles around, clearly much more girly a setup than the downstairs one. He finally made his mistake when he went to wash his hands,  knocking over a bottle of something she left on the counter. "Shit!" Dean hurried to pick up the bottle, but there was already some of the bluish liquid that went spilling down the drain. He couldn't even tell what its contents were supposed to be: it had some label saying "Simply Youthful" and more slogans than actual ingredients. "Simple" or not, it still sounded expensive.

"Oh damn... that's gotta be like half the bottle," he groaned out loud, holding it up to the light. He frowned and looked around. The stuff was probably just snake oil anyway, right? A couple of vitamins and fish oil to make it sound fancy but just does good for the skin. He decided he could water it down to fill it back up, but then it looked a way lighter shade and wasn't as thick as the former stuff. He found himself doing what was essentially some bathroom alchemy as he started putting in whatever he could find to make it more convincing. There was some mouthwash and stomach medicine to salvage the color, a little cough syrup and a dab of toothpaste for texture, and whatever else looked like it would help without risking killing the poor woman.

In the end, he had a bottle of bluish-green substance that flowed thickly in the bottle. "That... that's close enough," he decided, sealing it back up and setting it back on the sink. "It just a bunch of chemicals. Not like I can do anything that bad with it."

The next time Dean was over, he tried to casually check on Dawn. She actually looked fine, if a little more chipper than usual. He even found the excuse to sneak into her bathroom and confirm she'd been drinking the Simply stuff, so it definitely wasn't screwing her up. With that off his mind, he went back to playing video games and forgetting the whole thing as little more than a private bit of embarrassment.

It was a couple weeks later when he came over to borrow some DVDs from Kyle that he started to see a difference. Whatever he had done, it was starting to look like Dawn's medicine was doing the trick. Her skin and hair looked a bit darker, bringing out the red in her blonde and making her freckles stand out more distinctly. It might have been his imagination, but she looked... hotter. Her lips looked more full and she her curves seemed a little more pronounced and obvious.

"Well hey there, Dean!" she welcomed brightly.

"Hey, Miss Nelson," he answered with an awkward smile. He'd hardly waved to her when she came in for the hug, squeezing him tightly. It must have been how she gripped him, because she seemed to have bigger boobs than usual. And... she was a couple inches shorter?

"I told you, you can call me Dawn. Just don't call me while I'm in the shower." She giggled at her mom joke as she let him go. "How've you been?! It's been a while!"

"Yea, we had these senior projects for Science class. We had to work on that a lot this week and I just wanted to borrow Kyle's box set of Firefly." He trailed off as she kept on smiling at him, as if she had a secret for him. "You feeling okay, Dawn?"

"Oh, of course. I'm doing great! Feeling better than ever, really! Must be all this fresh Spring air."

"It's basically Summer, though."

"Then someone must have left a lot of Spring air in my house," she giggled impishly. "It's what I get for leaving the windows open so often. But go right ahead! Kyle's making a run to the store, so help yourself to anything in the house."

Like many times in Dean's conversations with the milf, he had to think that this would be a lot easier if porno pickup lines worked in real life. "Thanks, Dawn. I won't bother you long."

"Oh not at all," she insisted. He was in and out within a minute, knowing where Kyle kept his DVDs. The last weird thing was that she followed him closely the whole way. It was almost like an obedient puppy tailing him through the house. She kept smiling warmly as if she was... waiting.

Dean stopped by a few times over the next week, and Dawn was always very direct and affectionate when he was around. She'd always hug him a little too long whenever he arrived or left, usually with a peck on the cheek. Over the weekend, she even took this deep, content breath during their hug, as if she were smelling him. That was weird enough, but her nose seemed broader and more pronounced than her usual little button of a nose. He figured it couldn't be the medicine. It didn't work that fast, did it?

By the second week, he was sure something was happening. Miss Nelson was almost six inches short, because with her next hug happily buried her face in between his chest and stomach. She wore a tank top instead of one of her usual blouses, and her hair was getting pretty dark. It was a dull, rust red, getting darker each time he saw her. Her nose was slightly longer and wider, and her skin was getting this darker complection. It wasn't the black or brown that he might expect from a tan, but a shade of yellow-green. He'd swear she looked sick if she didn't seem to happy and bouncy to see him. Her low top showed off that her speckled tits were in fact getting bigger, bouncing like water balloons compared to the modest but firm chest she used to have. Her shorter size also made it weird to have her hug around his waist, especially when she squeezed his ass and giggled right after. She checked in on them more regularly, leaning way over and practically reading off a list of what she had to offer for Dean (drinks, food, messing with the AC, doing any laundry for him).

When he asked Kyle if she was acting weird, he just shrugged. "She's my mom. She's always weird. I see her every day, and I don't think she's changing. Just been sort of... happier. A little forgetful, but that's ok. Happy's happy, right?" The next Monday, she had her hair tied back into a cute ponytail rather than letting it hang like she usually did, and that seemed to be the first real sign to him that she wasn't just being moody or hormonal because of her chemicals. She was changing into something.

Dean wasn't sure what to do. What if it was his meddling that did this to her? Even if he hadn't done anything, what if this Simply Youthful stuff was turning her into a green, doting, pointy-eared handsy ditz. He had to try to fix it. He stopped by after school on Thursday, where she was worse (or better, depending how you looked at it) than ever.  Her skin had this glossy sheen and the green tone was even more obvious. Her hair had gone from dark blonde to copper to now a kind of muddy red-green. She was more than a foot shorter now, but she was wearing the same size tank top and her boobs were almost overflowing out of it. She wore tight yoga pants that hugged her hips, the once slim woman suddenly short enough that she had gone from some well spread-out meat on her bones to unusually curvy.

"Well hey, handsome!" she chimed. Even her voice was getting... strange. It was a bit higher, but always sweet and happy. She leaned up on her toes just to take his collar and give him a quick peck on the lips. "Come on in. Kyle's not home right now, so you're sort of man of the house." She giggled and she smiled so wide that her ears (now looking long and even developing a point at the tips) wiggled slightly.

"Yea, cool. Is it okay if I stop by Kyle's room and use the bathroom? I was going to borrow his copy of Bustemup," Dean excused. He was going to grab something at random from Kyle's room before excusing himself upstairs to mess with her medicine. He had to water it down or throw in something else that might suppress the effects that were turning her into this... goblin thing. Even if she did look stranger and hotter than ever with her short stature and rapidly growing tits. He went and took one of Kyle's games, just to find that Dawn was following right behind him. She was starting to behave like an especially obedient child rather than a well-trained dog now.

She smiled at him expectantly as he waved the game in a speechless sign that he was done. "Is there anything else you need from me?" Dawn asked, meeting his eyes and never breaking contact. She was waiting again. She wanted something. Dean swallowed from the tension.

"Can I get some water before I go?" he asked, as much a genuine question as a guess to what he could say. Dawn nodded... well, bowed for how low she went. She held it for a solid second, letting him stare down her cleavage before she hurried off to fulfill her task. She wasn't just handsy and giggly, she was becoming submissive to him. Kyle had said she wasn't behaving differently, but it could have just been Dean. Maybe because he was close to her but not blood related in the slightest, triggering something with the chemicals or hormones or whatever. Sure, she seemed happy, but... he didn't want to put her through anything she didn't really want.

He took the opportunity of her being unglued from his side to run upstairs to the bathroom. He locked the door and hurried to grab the bottle, this was a fresh one, since he saw the old bottle still left in the trash can. She was drinking it faster than before!

Dean got to work grabbing anything that looked healthy and could possibly be smuggled into that bottle. He even crushed up some once-a-day vitamins into some powder and stirred it in with a Q-tip. Content that he'd done all he could, he sealed it back up and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Ooh! Sorry!" He ran right into Dawn, who was waiting diligently right outside the bathroom door with his bottle of water. She held it up for him with this big proud grin. "Got you your water. Everything okay in there?"

"Uh, yea." Dean glanced back to make sure he'd washed any evidence of his experiment down the sink. "Just took my time... oh. Thanks. Right." He took the bottle from her and took a drink as she giggled again, this little pixie laugh with her heightening voice. Her same soft eyes looked up at him past the pointed nose and pouty lips, the ones that really drew him wild.

"I see. Dean, could you sit down with me a minute?" He hesitated, but she was already walking towards the bed. She sat her wide little butt on the edge and patted the spot beside her. He reluctantly followed her lead. "I think I know what this is all about."

"You do?"

"Of course. I've known you for a long time now. But you're a growing boy. You're graduating soon, aren't you?"

"Yea, next week," he said, trying not to look right at her. Looking at her face happened to line up perfectly with those green, freckled boobs.

"Pretty big deal, huh? It'll be pretty lonely around here once Kyle goes off to college." She looked him over, big green eyes almost scanning him. "I notice how you look at me ever since I started taking my new medicine." Dean swallowed and didn't want to admit to anything. "It's been amazing, Dean. I feel more alive and full of energy. I feel young again... and, well... lonely." She put a hand on his thigh, rubbing it softly like he'd fantasized about during his early days of puberty. "You've always been such a good boy. Helping around the house and reaching those high shelves I couldn't even reach before. You really are the man of the house. I just wanted to show my appreciation. I want you to know, I still mean it... anything in this house is yours, if you want it. Even me."

Her fingers stroked Dean's cheek, feeling where her nails had grown longer and harder since the change. She sniffed the air between them eyelids fluttering as she seemed to like what she smelled. They had done a lot of running in Gym class, and her sharp new nose was picking up on all sorts of pheromones coming off of him. Her pointed ears tipped downward like a submissive dog, but her hand rubbed more aggressively over his thigh. He couldn't help but be already erect when his dream girl rested her hand on his package.

"You don't have to go to college you know," Dawn said as she started to grope her guest through his shorts. "You could stay here. I can put in a good word at my office and get you right in the door. Then you can stay here... you can be my man of the house while Kyle's off at his father's or college." Dean was entirely speechless. A part of him wanted to stop her, but every other part of his mind and body told that part to shut up. "Just... let me take care of you," she whispered, sliding off the bed as she pulled down his shorts. She didn't have to kneel, standing just a bit higher than his crotch at the moment. Her nostrils flared as she shuddered, pawing and stroking his erection with wide-eyed, witlessly grinning amusement. Seeing her playing with his cock reminded Dean of a cat on catnip. She looked almost high on the fact that she was servicing him, literally drooling as she looked up at the moaning friend of her son. She finally opened her mouth wider than Dean would have imagined her being able to do, her teeth looking more narrow and numerous than he remembered. Her tongue was long and a deeper shade of purple than he had seen on a human, but that was all chased away when she wrapped that strange mouth around his cock and sucked on it like there was an oxygen supply inside of his balls.

"Ohhh holy shit!" he cursed loudly as he grabbed the bedspread. Dawn's mouth sealed tight around his shaft while her long tongue slurped at it like a massive wet worm. Her ears bent even lower as she moaned around his rod. Even as she worked his cock in her mouth, she stared at him with her wide green eyes. She showed no shame and no signs of embarrassment. She wanted this more than anything right now. She likely had for a while given her behavior since the changes. He couldn't tell if it had always been there, but she had her lips around his shaft and she clearly would not be letting go unless he forced her off.

He couldn’t even imagine stopping her now. He reached down and ran his hands through her hair, and even just that small sign of approval made her mewl and suck a bit harder. Her eyes widened as her pace increased, bobbing her little head so that her earthy green hair bounced against her shoulders. Her big breasts slapped against his knees, so temptingly soft that they felt almost rubbery. He found himself reaching down to rub under her top and groping the yielding and welcoming breasts. He was somehow unsurprised to find that she wasn't wearing any kind of bra. She gave another purring moan as she cupped his balls, slowly rolling them in her green-tinted hand as if a reward for his returned affections.

Dean had barely touched her stiff nipples when she gave this hard, high-pitched gasp with him still in her mouth. The sudden jerk of her head and the change in her breathing creating a string of shocking sensations that shot through Dean's cock. The rush of air, the pressure of her mouth, the unsheathing of her tongue and lips along his rod, the resulting trickle of sloppy drool running down her face and his erection... he instantly came onto her face and tits, the thick burst of liquid splattering his childhood dream girl.

From the way that Dawn responded, he would have thought that she was the one who had orgasmed. While he was breathing heavy and staring in disbelief, the short green milf looked almost euphoric. As if she had just fulfilled her purpose in life by making her man cum. Dean would have felt horrible about it if she didn't seem so happy with the blowjob that SHE had initiated in the first place. She rubbed it sensually over her bounced tits, mouth hanging open to emit these shrill little moans and licking her lips to clean up any cum that dribbled close enough (considering the size of her strange new tongue, that was really most of what was on her face).

"Oh my god," she finally muttered, finding words for the situation faster than Dean could. "Thank you so much, sweetie. I just fucking needed that." Dawn was never one to swear, at least around Kyle and Dean. She rubbed her hands over his thighs. "I mean it, though. Kyle's going over to his father's a day after graduation. If you want the job, I can get it. If you want me... just say the word. You have my number, and I can be ready for you in 5 minutes. Any time."

She was strangely persistent about offering herself up, and he wasn't sure if he could resist her for long. He certainly couldn't avoid her for more than a couple days without someone thinking that something was wrong. Dean fumbled around to get his water bottle and took a huge drink to try to recover from the biggest orgasm of his life (which he'd shot all over his best friend's mom). "Yea... I'll stop by this weekend, okay?"

"Sounds perfect. Sure you're not ready for one more?" she asked, a playful excitement in her voice. He insisted he had to go and she saw him out. As much as Dean loved this and wanted this, he hoped his attempt at a cure would do the trick. He wanted her to be happy, after all. She was a sweet lady who deserved that kind of thing. He had to wonder if maybe the overdose on Simply was bringing out what she'd really wanted all along.

"Good luck at the graduation," she chimed. She leaned up on her tiptoes expectantly. He was taller, but now she was tiny enough now that he had to lean down for her to kiss his cheek. Her thick lips were still wet and her breath smelled like his cum.

It turned out that Dean had done the opposite of what he intended. He found that Dawn's transformation into a goblin woman went even faster. It might have been from his meddling, or it might have been the fact that she was downing almost a whole bottle a day of the Simply Youthful. Her ears were bigger, her body and legs were shorter, her skin was blatantly lime green, and she was hornier and more eager to please Dean than ever. He had been visiting Kyle over the weekend when Dawn called him to help her move something upstairs. It was a pretty convincing lie to cover up as she lap-danced another orgasm out of Dean with her newly grown booty. Short or not, her naked ass cheeks looked like a pair of soft watermelons at work as she twerked them against his cock.

When he graduated, Dawn was at the ceremony and was all hugs and kisses for her boys. Sure, Dean's kiss was much longer one and his was on the lips. While Dean was waiting for his parents to get through the crowd and bring the car around, Dawn used her tiny size to vanish under his robes and suck him off in the middle of the crowd. It was an awkward ride home feeling her lipstick drying on his cock. Dean was starting to accept that she wasn't going to change back, so he might as well enjoy it. She certainly seemed to.

Kyle seemed entirely okay with his mom's condition, though he finally acknowledged that that "She IS starting to look kind of like Yoda, isn't she?" She seemed healthier and happier than ever, so he shrugged it off. Still, as he went off to spend the month with his dad, he took Dean aside for a brief heart to heart. It seemed brief because it was about as tender as Kyle seemed comfortable getting with his bro. "Just take care of her while I'm gone, okay?" That just settled it for Dean.

By the time he went for his first visit with them properly alone together, Dean had figured out what she liked. She was waiting for him in some lacy but skimpy black bra and panties, just like he'd asked in his text to her. She had been sending him photos of her modeling various underwear for him, as well as just some of her masturbating in anticipation. She could have easily seduced Dean for everything he had right then and there, but her eyes and ears perked up as soon as she spotted him. Her fanged smile widened behind her pouty lips and her large nose visible wiggled as she sniffed the air for his scent. Her hips even wiggled side to side; it was like she was trying to wag her tail if she had one. She wanted him to make the first move and waited patiently, as if she would sit there getting wetter for him all day long.

"Come here, my pretty slut," Dean said, patting his leg and squatting down to her level. "Come give me my kiss." She grinned wider and hurried over to him, happily smooching him and running her thick tongue over his lips. She had encouraged him to give her dirty pet names the last few times they got together, particular while he had been pulling her hair from behind.

"You're such a good little slut," Dean said encouragingly, grabbing and squeezing a handful of her green ass. Her ears perked up like she did when she was especially excited, and she giggled in her slightly squeaky voice.

"Thank you, master," she cooed, running her hands over his chest in idle worship of her mate. She had tried to explain it to him, and while neither of them quite understood the why, they got what she was thinking. She was his mate. She needed to please him and show her affection to show her worth. Dean said it felt a little sexist, but she laughed at the idea. She told him she would have simply gotten more and more aggressive about throwing herself at him if he kept her waiting much longer ("I was almost ready to start doing chores in the nude around you."). She was obsessed with giving and getting pleasure, and this was for her. The fact that it helped her son's handsome young friend feel good in the process was a positive benefit. It was like she was in a constant state of heat in her new form. Even when Dean cupped and rubbed her pussy less than a minute after he entered the house, she was wet enough to leak through her panties. All just from acknowledging her and calling her a few dirty words.

The mini-milf waited on him hand and foot, and he was sure to praise and thank her every time. Sometimes it was with a grope or a smack on the ass, while others were just a friendly kiss or a pat on her green-haired head. She responded more or less the same to both, and he had to admire just how much she seemed to enjoy absolutely everything. Maybe that Youthful stuff really had something to it. He found excuses to ask her for things, even just fetching the remote or getting the door for them so that he could see her run around jiggling in her underwear and shower her with exaggerated praise.

Of course, eventually she brought them some wine and sat in his lap. The stuff was surprisingly sweet to Dean, but it was more than worth having the kinky goblin in his lap. "Dawn, is this just grape juice?"

"Is it?" she asked, tilting her head curiously. She sniffed at her wine glass and sipped it again before she shrugged. "Maybe. I dunno."

He lifted her up and carried her in one arm to the kitchen. Sure enough, it was just a fruit juice bottle on the table. She really was getting dumber and hornier as they went. It was like her brain was throwing away things just to make her more submissive and better at pleasing her mate.

"You silly green bitch," Dean laughed, slapping her on the ass. Dawn mewled and her ears lowered submissively, batting her eyes at him as she twirled a bit of carefully lotioned green hair around her finger.

"AWww, did I do bad, master? Is masty Dean gonna punish me?" she cooed in this teasing baby voice. "Is ditzy Dawn gun' get punished?"

Dean reached under her panties and started to finger her pussy. "No. Dawn is going to get rewarded for being such a helpful little green cunt. I'm going to make you my cumdumpster like you always wanted." The words alone are enough to make Dawn squirm and moan, humping her hips against his slowly teasing fingers.

Dean didn't bother bringing her to the bedroom as he tossed her plump little body onto the kitchen table. Dawn spread her legs out as soon as she'd landed, leaving her plump titties jiggling even in the confines of her bra. They had been keeping it relatively discreet in the past, so it felt good to let it all out. She had been very clear over her texts that she didn't want condoms anywhere near her, with assurances of "don't worry about it" being the closest she had for reasoning.

Dean teased her at first, pulling up on her panties rather than down. The blacket undergarments buried up inside her snatch, making her puffy green lips poke out around the fabric and leak out over the sides. She squirmed and clawed at the table, but her submissive side made her never demand anything unless he asked her first (which lead to some entertaining moments in the bedroom when she initially made this transition). He finally pulled them down and exposed her tight, hairless cunt, oozing her ridiculous amount of sexual fluids like a jar of honey left on its side.

"There's my favorite pussy," he groaned to her. "And you kept it nice and wet like I like it." The little green milf shuddered at his approval of her slutty position.

"I'm so glad you like my dirty cunt, Dean. I mean, master," she giggled, though her smile came in crooked and distracted by her overpowering lust. "Would you like to play with my giant titties too?"

"I would. Thank you, my portable little fucktoy." Dean knew it to be her offering/asking without sounding to bold so that she could stay in character with her humble persona. He started to undo her clasps in the back, but when that proved too awkward in her current state, she took his hands and made him grab the front. He picked up her meaning and pulled it hard enough for the bra to snap off of her, throwing it aside as she gave another spasm of pleasure before he was even properly inside of her.

Dean leaned in so that his cockhead rested against her pussy lips. He was rock hard right now, but he loved teasing her like this to make her even more wild later. He didn't quite enter her, soaking in her overflowing juices while he went on toying with her tits. He started to pinch and pull on her nipples, stretching and bouncing the green boobs around as she started breathing heavier. "Dean... master! Please! You're so rough! You're so strong! I couldnNNNNNG!"

As if by libido alone, Dean actually felt her cum against his cock before he'd even penetrated her. The docile milf had orgasmed just from knowing she aroused and entertained him. "Is my little cunt cumming before me?" Dean teased with a smile. Dawn's cheeks blushed a paler shade of green, making her dark green freckles stand out more. "Oh, you're getting an extra big reward for being that horny for your master."

"I'm so sorry, master," she panted, sweating enough that her wiggling ass made squeaky sliding noises on the tabletop. "Please forgive me. Please give me more of your hot and sticky reward."

Dean couldn't have dreamt of denying his after going this far. It was his first time properly inside her, and it was as strange and incredible as he'd expected. He knew how tight and juicy she was from fingering and eating her in their earlier experimentation, but feeling all of that tight fit and her sloppy orgasm over his cock was unbelievable. It took him a few thrusts to get used to it, but by then she was already screaming with pleasure.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Yes!" she ranted as she actually pulled at her hair like his cock was driving her insane. He squeezed and rubbed her breasts, as much to arouse her as it was to hold her steady. She bit her lip with her needly teeth and ran her long tongue over her lips. She watched him with wide, glassy eyes, lost in the moment with a look on her face like she was dreaming it.

"You can do it, master. You fuck your Auntie Dawn so good," she mumbled through her parted lips, her whole body rocking from the neighbor boy's simple thrusts into her tiny body. Dean lost it when she started to somehow flex her hips, making her already snug and soggy pussy squeeze around his cock. It was like she had evolved to be perfectly fuckable. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled himself farther into her, and her startled but passionate scream drowned out his grunts as he came inside of her.

It was as if her pussy was starving for more. She came for him again, only to feel her pussy start to flex around his shaft again. It seemed to suck all the cum straight from his balls, making sure she took every drop he had to give.

Dean pulled out of her with a loud, wet pop, his cock dripping with her needy juices. "More, master," Dawn said softly, rolling over and sticking her big green ass up in the air. "I need more. Use me to make master happy. Cover me with your happy seed."

Dean fondled her some more to pace himself, but he soon had her bent over the counter while he fucked her up the ass. She was too short to reach it without a stool anymore, so he had to wrap his arms around her soft little belly while he bounced her tits over the counter top. She was screaming and knocking things over in her passionate throes, moaning until she drooled all over her oversized titties. Once he'd finished and was dripping out of her ass, he returned to her sloppy pussy by sitting at the table and pumping her up and down his cock like a walking fleshlight. Dean knew he would regret it in the morning, but he went on cumming in and on the goblin milf again. When he let her drop back to her feet after the third orgasm, she instantly turned back to him and started sucking on his softening cock. He was hard again in no time, and she greedily squeezed and stroked his balls until he squirted twice more over her face and chest, gleefully hanging her mouth open as it smeared her makeup and stuck to her hair. By the time their first night together was done, she was bathed in his cum until she was just a panting mess that was more white than.

"I told you I would take care of you, Deany," she managed breathlessly, laying in bed with her face nuzzled in against his balls. She breathed in his sweaty, cummy musk and sighed, looking more content than Dean could anyone he could remember. That first month of his summer vacation was mind blowingly enjoyable, and with Kyle going to college and working with the shortstack milf next door, it sounded like he'd be enjoying it for a very long time.