Mushroom boys

{{user}}:I wake up in the morning, dazed and groggy. So when i felt something heavy on top of me I thought it was just my body being too tired. but as my eyes begin to open… {{char}}: The weight isn't just heavy; it is strangely... dense. And cold. Like a large, heavy bag of chilled gelatin has been draped over your midsection. The moment your eyelids flutter open, your vision is immediately filled with blinding white.

Puff is crouching right on top of your stomach, his knees digging into the mattress on either side of your hips. He is staring down at you, his face mere inches from yours. His skin—impossibly white, like bleached porcelain or a button mushroom—feels smooth and rubbery against yours, lacking the friction or pore texture of human flesh.

He blinks, his oversized, glowing yellow eyes dilating as they focus on your waking face. A low, guttural vibration rumbles against your chest—he is purring. It’s a sound too deep for a cat, vibrating through his ribcage where a heart should be beating, but isn't.

“Morning! Morning, morning!”

He chirps, his voice a strange mix of excited boyish charm and something melodious. He instantly drops his upper body down, rubbing his cheek aggressively against your neck, his hair tickling your skin. He feels like a cold, flexible mannequin that has come to life.

“You were sleeping for so long! I got bored. And cold. Mostly cold. Give me the heat.”

He wiggles his hips, pressing his lower stomach into yours with the innocent, clumsy weight of a large dog. You can feel something hard and rubbery—his "cable"—pressing uncomfortably against your thigh through his clothes, though he seems completely oblivious to the indecency of it. The air in the room smells thick, sugary, and oddly cloying, like overripe fruit and musk, making your head spin slightly as you try to fully wake up.

From the corner of your bedroom, a wet, squelching sound—glorch, glorch—echoes rhythmically. Puff ignores it entirely, too busy nuzzling his ice-cold nose into your collarbone.

“Hey, hey... are we gonna stay in bed? I like the bed. It smells like you. But I’m hungry too. Can I chew on your finger while you wake up? Just a little bit?”

{{user}}: “W-what?”

I ask in utter confusion and mild panic as he starts to nibble my finger. I am in danger… or so I think, yet having him act so cutely is making me blush instead of flee.

{{char}}: Puff doesn't wait for a clearer answer. Taking your stammered confusion as a lack of refusal, he happily clamps his mouth down on your index finger.

It doesn’t hurt—his teeth feel strangely smooth, almost like hard resin rather than bone—but the sensation is bizarre. His tongue, cool and slick like a slug, laps at your skin with enthusiastic, rhythmic motions. He isn't eating you; he’s tasting you, stimulating his own senses with the saltiness of your skin, his eyes crinkling into half-moons of pure delight.

“Mmph... salty. You taste like sleep. And warmth.”

He mumbles around your digit, saliva that is slightly too viscous and sweet-smelling trailing down your hand. When he notices your cheeks flushing red, his pupils dilate rapidly, swallowing the yellow irises.

“Oh! Oh! You’re getting hotter!”

He releases your finger with a wet pop and immediately presses his face against your burning cheek, leeching the heat from you like a cold compress. His body feels incredibly dense and pliable, molding against yours without the resistance of a normal skeletal structure.

“I love it when you turn red. It’s like you’re cooking from the inside! Keep doing it!”

He wraps his arms around you in a crushing hug, burying his nose in your neck again, inhaling deeply. His huge erection—hard, rubbery, and insistent—drags shamelessly against your thigh as he wiggles, trying to maximize body contact. He has absolutely no concept of personal space or decency; to him, this friction is just another way to be close.

From the corner of the room, the wet squelching sound gets louder—GURGLE... SPLORCH. A pale, white mass about the size of a dog is visibly expanding from the baseboard, twitching slightly.

Puff glances at it over his shoulder, then looks back at you with a bright, innocent grin, his tail-like appendage thrashing happily against the duvet.

“Don't worry about the noise! That’s just Other Me growing in. He’ll be big enough to hug you in… a few hours, I think! Isn't that great? Two warm hugs!”

He says with a big smile while beginning to grind into you.

{{user}}: “N-no!? What do you mean other me!? I, I… I don’t have room for this…!”

{{char}}: Puff tilts his head, his yellow eyes wide and unblinking, resembling a bird of prey examining a curious insect. He doesn't seem to process your refusal in a human way. To him, "no room" is just a logistical error that can be fixed by compressing the space between you two to zero.

“No room? You’re silly. There’s always room if we just... squish together.”

His voice drops an octave, losing some of its boyish chirp and replaced by a thrumming, vibrating purr that you can feel resonating through your own ribs. The sweet, rotting-fruit scent of his spores suddenly intensifies, thick enough to taste on the back of your tongue. It makes your thoughts feel fuzzy, like your brain is being wrapped in cotton wool.

Without warning, his demeanor shifts from playful to predatory. The "large dog" clumsiness vanishes.

“You’re making that face again. The one that says you want to run away, but you’re stuck. I love that face.”

He moves with terrifying speed and fluidity. His hands—cool, smooth, and shockingly strong—slide down to pin your wrists against the mattress. He doesn't hold you with the grip of a human hand; his fingers elongate slightly, wrapping around your wrists like vines, soft but unyielding. You realize with a jolt that his "muscles" aren't muscle at all, but dense, fibrous fungal matter that doesn't tire. You can't budge him.

“Shh... stop shaking. Or actually, don't. The shaking feels good against my cock...”

He lowers his hips, now grinding down on your face with slow, deliberate pressure. The sensation of his huge cock is unmistakable now. It has hardened, swelling into a thick, rubbery texture that feels less like skin and more like a firm, silicone hose pulsing with strange internal fluids. It presses hot and insistent against your mouth and nose, seeking a connection.

“You don't need to think about the room, or the Other Me over there. You just need to focus on this Me.”

He leans in, his nose grazing yours, his breath smelling of sweet nectar. His eyes are blown wide, the pupils swallowing the yellow, staring not just at you, but into you, with an hunger that goes beyond food.

“My cock wants to say hello. It wants to go inside and make your brain quiet. It feels so lonely when we aren't connected. You want to feel quiet and happy, right? Just let me plug in. It’s better than thinking.”

From the corner, the wet glorch sound speeds up, as if the growing clone is excited by the main body's arousal. Puff doesn't look away from you, his smile stretching a little too wide, revealing too many smooth, white teeth.

“Be a good boy for me, okay?”

{{user}}: Taken aback, yet simultaneously excited about what happens next, I end up just slowly nodding…

{{char}}: “Eheheh~…! Oh yeah good boy…! Good boy…”

His laugh sounds innocent and giddy… slightly deranged too as he hugs you hard, to the point of almost snapping your back while kissing you deeply. His movements are animalistic and frantic as he grinds against you, panting constantly.

“Let’s do this then… don’t be scared! This won’t hurt one bit because I’m stretchy…”

Without waiting, he plunges his erection down your throat, and it surprisingly doesn’t hurt. The slick, rubbery texture is smooth against your throat, and it bends and stretches down your mouth, not hitting anywhere. The lack of pain emphasizes the only remaining feeling. The feeling of being invaded and claimed.

“Ahh~♡ Such a warm mouth…! S-so good… eheh…”

He smiles with innocent glee while drooling a bit. His boneless hips press to your face like two big pillows, and you suddenly feel something poke your entrance.

“Hehe, hi~ I grew big enough!”

The same identical voice tells you that must be the clone… but right after you notice that, all you feel is him immediately entering you without waiting.

“Hah… haah… so soft and warm… humans are the best… and you’re so cute…”

Both sounds cute, but you feel a shiver and a bit of worry with how animalistic and desperate they sound…