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George didn’t expect this to happen. He just wanted to add a little enchantment onto the small plush Dream made him. He wanted to add an enchant to make it softer, since it wasn’t made from the softest material.
Basically, long story short, Somehow his enchant went awry. The plush, it came to life.
It started moving on its own, hopping around, making small chirp noises. Its face making different faces; It’s eyes would close when it slept, his smile would turn into a frown when he was upset.
George definitely didn’t expect this.
On top of it all, the blob was seemingly obsessed with the brunette. It would always want to be by George, upset when he would leave without him. It would nuzzle itself into George’s leg, chest, hands, side, anywhere it could. It wouldn’t leave him alone.
At first, George thought it was annoying. But over time, he got used to it, and actually started to enjoy its company.
Then he found out something unexpected, something he was unaware of before.
George was hanging out with Dream, the blob hidden in his hoodie pocket.
George had placed his hands in his pocket, and started to mindlessly rub the top of the blob’s head. Dream had stopped in the middle of his sentence. He seemed to be…more relaxed than just seconds earlier.
“You good?” George asked, seeing his spaced out face. “Huh, oh yeah..just..Weird things have been happening recently.”
“Oh? How so? What’s been happening?”
“Recently I've been getting this weird phantom feeling of somebody, like, petting me? It had been small touches before, but recently, it’s just been, almost constant.”
They fell silent, then the blob let out a chirp, ending the silence.
“Do you have a bird in your pocket?!” Dream shouted, pointing at his hoodie pocket.
“WHAT?! No!” George laughed back, he pulled the blob out of his pocket.
Dream looked at it, confused, “Is that the plush I gave you? Awhh! You carry it around!”. Then it moved, sitting up and chirped. “What the fuck.”.
George giggled, “I was trying to enchant your plush, to make the material softer. Buuuut..I kinda fucked it up…And I made this little guy.”
The small blob fell down on George’s hands, it looked to be about 5-6 inches long, which was a bit longer than before. It nuzzled its head against George’s hands.
He pulled the blob back and started to rub his finger across its head, Dream feeling that phantom feeling again. “Why can I feel that?” he muttered.
As an experiment, he poked the blob’s stomach, and as he thought, he felt the small poke. “I can feel what he’s feeling..” He said, George looked shocked. “Really?! How!”
“I’m not sure, Maybe some of my DNA had fell into the stuffing of the blob, and when you fucked up your enchant and it came to life…It became some sort of…voodoo?”
“That’s so weird, kind of cool, but weird.”
After some time, Dream started coming over more. And needless to say, the blob didn’t seem to be a huge fan of Dream. He would ignore the blonde, spit its tongue out at him, and tease his obvious crush by getting close to George.
Dream was starting to hate the blob. Not in a vengeance way though, more of, a sibling hate. If you know what I mean.
He would also get close to George, and stare directly at the blob when George would turn bright red, which he didn’t get with the blob. He would tease George and kiss his face, which would make George blush an extraordinary colour and push him away with a giggle of ‘stop it’ or ‘idiot’.
Dream felt like he was winning this stupid little battle.
He was at his home, writing down things in his notebook, fantasising about George here and there.
That was when he felt it. It made him shift in his seat, thinking nothing of it.
Then he felt something prod down below. He was confused to say the least. When he thought it was over and that it was just a small accident with the blob or something, he felt something enter slowly. He let out a loud moan as his hand shook, leaving accidently stray marks on his book pages.
The thing pushed in deeper, he closed his book and set his head down, moaning softly at the movements.
He decided to shakily walk over to his bed, he laid down and stripped off his pants. He spread his legs open and closed his eyes, his head falling back. He felt another thing slowly enter him, he moaned loudly once more, his hand falling behind his head and gripping his pillow.
His eyes drifted down to where he felt the intrusion, yet nothing was there, he was alone. It must be the blob. Did somebody else get its hands on him, or was George doing this to him?
He soon figured out they were fingers, since they started to spread out, stretching him. He moaned loudly, using his free hand to slap it over his mouth. He felt his body shiver as the fingers brushed up against his prostate, sending out a pleasured tingle.
The fingers were pushed back together and started to rub up against his prostate over and over, he moaned loudly into his hand as they did, maybe the blob had his same reaction and the person assumed it was its pleasure spot. Maybe that's how they knew.
Soon the fingers were removed, he waited a bit. After a while, he didn’t feel anything and reached down to grab his pants. He removed his hand from his mouth and sat up. He reached down, then felt something big enter, he moaned loudly and fell back.
It entered him all the way, with a harsh thrust against his prostate. He moaned in pleasure and tossed his head back.
In instinct, he brought his hand down to his entrance, he felt that it was stretched open, and he clenched, but he felt it remain open, like it was being forced almost.
He pushed a finger in, it felt empty. Despite that, he felt full, he felt slutty. Slutty for this invisible pleasure, for this strong phantom feeling.
The person started to thrust in and out quickly, making Dream moan again. He removed his fingers and stuck them in his mouth, to quiet down. He imagined it as George, who was thrusting into him. He imagined the brunette in his bed, the blob on his cock, as he showed no mercy to it.
He moaned against the fingers, sticking another one into his mouth. His free hand fell back against the pillows, gripping it harshly like earlier.
His eyes rolled back when the object started to get slammed against his prostate over and over, before he was grazing it, but now, he was hitting it on point.
His legs shook softly as he continued to moan around his fingers. The feeling was ethereal. Why hadn’t he bottomed before, fuck it felt so good.
Dream cried out, his sinful noises muffled, even though he was alone. He came all over his chest, the thrusts still hitting deep.
He doesn’t know why he was expecting the thrusts to calm or stop after he came. It’s not like he was physically with anyone, and he was sure the blob didn’t even have a dick of its own for the person to notice something like that.
Dream’s legs shook, the overstimulation hit him deep. He wondered how long the person would go. If they would stop after they came or continue to milk their cum into the blob.
His questions were soon answered when he felt the feeling of warm liquid filling him. He moved a hand down, to check if there was liquid. There wasn’t. He just felt stuffed, he wasn’t actually stuffed.
Dream sighed as the person slowly pulled out, leaving him with the gross feeling of cum dripping out of him.
He sighed as he slowly sat up, his bed sheets were clean still, no cum dripping out of him, apart from his own cum that is. He couldn’t help but crave that feeling. The feeling of cumreally dripping from him, making him tremble.
The feeling of another holding his legs apart as they try and close, being rammed into. He was starting to crave it.
He blushed as he felt fingers enter him, then water. Then he felt cleaner. He slipped his jeans back up and rebuttoned them. He wanted to go confront George, to see if he was the one who…
Dream put his shoes on and ran out, he ran down all too familiar streets, stopping here and there for a breath of air. He sighed and finally made it to George’s apartment.
He knocked.
“Dream?” George asked, blushing face as he opened the door.
“George..” he panted, clearly out of breath.
“Can you fuck me like that again?” he asked quickly, setting his hands on George’s shoulders, eyes locking with his in a serious manner.
“Fuck..come in.” George breathed softly, moving away for him to enter.