Sus Zone

Zack is looking forward to the order he made. This ninja turtle costume will be all the rage this evening. The doorbell resonates. Zack comes to meet the delivery man.

Here is your order. Your product looks strong.

Thank you sir. Believe me, it's more than a product.

Huh huh signed there please.

Zack quickly signs the delivery man's paper and quickly returned to his apartment.

He unpacks the carton of the package of impatience and finally saw it.

The shell of a Ninja Turtle. Only the shell because it already had what it needed for the rest. He didn't wait any longer. He undressed on the spot. Naked like a worm, he grabbed the shell, fixing it intensely. A strange but not unpleasant sensation runs through it. As if he had found something lost a long time ago. As a ghost member found.

And it was time to take it back. He gently puts on the shell. For several minutes, nothing happens. The sensation disappears, the excitement disappears as well as the satisfaction too. Zack felt stupid now, embarrassed even though he was alone, with no one to judge him on these impulses.

And like a good pie that would be given to a badly educated dirty kid to put him back in his right place, a flash pain manifests itself. Such a pain that makes Zack bend on his knees. The shell had tightened are hugged on him, enough to feel these bones being crushed by the pressure of this thing. He felt liquid dripping from the orifices where his arms and legs pass. He thought it could only be his blood but it was otherwise.

It was a strange fluorescent multicolored sticky liquid that drips. Suddenly when Zack wanted to get up, he immediately fell back, as if something had caught one of his legs. When he saw what he was, he couldn't help but utter a cry of terror when his right leg folded into himself. But the most frightening thing is that he did not feel any pain at any time. The leg folded until it entered the orifice from which it previously came out. His neighbor was starting to do the same. But not only her, because both arms did it too. They all folded into the shell simultaneously. All that remained was Zack's head that came out of the shell.

The liquid always continued to flow from the shell. From Zack's neck too he came out of it... as well as something else.

A three-fingered jade hand springs from Zack's collar. Three other hands of different shades each followed. They grabbed Zack's face and deformed him. Stretch, deform, tear, knead etc...

His face was completely ousted. In the end there was only a faceless head left. And brutally, the four hands pushed the anonymous head into the shell.

After nothing more. The shell had stopped, bathing in this strange fluorescent juice. Finally the shell began to tremble. And made a surprising leap, crashing to the ceiling. He cleared himself and began to jump in all directions of the apartment, putting a brothel not possible in the place. He started to flow from this bizarre substance again. He put it everywhere. From the walls to the ceiling. He jumps, bounces, bounces, bounces non-stop. Until the ground puts an end to it.

The shell crushes violently, making a good crater in the floor, ending with a geyser of the liquid through the two apparent orifices. Shortly after, two well-muscled greenish legs spring from the two orifices. They look for the floor for a while until they touch the floor with one of these two toes. They take support to push. Then it was two very muscular greenish arms that gushed out of two other orifices. They look for the ground for a while until they touch the floor with one of these three fingers. They took support to push, and pushed like never before. It was obvious that it was this head he was trying to clear from the mini crater. And they pushed again like a madman.

His head came out with such violence that he almost made a backflip. Shakeing his head with vertigo, the creature gets up with difficulty, without falling back with nausea. He finally succeeds with the help of a dresser that miraculously was not a victim of the ravages of the bouncing shell. A mirror had also come out of it. He lives himself. He didn't have the words. His jade green face was now that of a ninja turtle! Everything is similar to the four brothers of the sewers, one detail... He had beautiful hair. A beautiful bright brown. Zack that in some versions, mutants in shells could develop hair (Mikey in particular). Probably a side effect of mutagen. He clears the locks to better see these shiny golden eyes.

I... I am me. Finally me. Thank God.

The ground began to tremble. The apartment vibrated violently. He was also changing. Because of this liquid that had sprinkled from all over the apartment. The wallpaper walls gave way to warm brick walls with trendy posters. Garlands cling to the ceiling on all sides. The windows now overlooked a completely different New York. A New York to locals like him. Zack only realized now that he was dressed. A casual trendy outfit. He opened the window to see this world that seemed much more inclined to welcome him but someone was calling him.

Hey bro! Are you coming for the movie night or not!? There's the good chantilly burger pizza that you love!

O-yeah, I'm coming right away Mikey!

He went to the exit when he looked in the mirror again.

I know my name now. My real name. My name is Sandro Hamato. I live a peaceful life in New York with my brothers and sisters. I love this life. And I will love it until the end.

Oooouuhh~😙🎶

Benjamin finally return home after yet another boring day of work. It is completely washed out. And in a bad mood after a fairly... smoking contract assessment.

All this made him bitter. No one was waiting for him at the debauchery. No one offered him a little party. No one was there for him. He thought so but it didn't seem embarrassed more than that. At least, by convincing himself.

After dinner and preparing his things for work for tomorrow, Ben sits in front of the TV quietly, zapping the channels that became less and less interesting after each zappe. When he wanted to turn off the TV to go to bed with "happiness" to face the job for the next day to come, a noise is heard at his door. Ben went to the latter, when he saw a small package on the ground. Ben doesn't remember ordering anything and even more unlikely at that time. But who is inscribed on the small cardboard box, seems to prove the opposite.

"To Benjamin Milton who needs a real good zapping."

Nothing else was written on it except this strange message. Ben didn't really know what to think about it. He was tired of this day and already of the future one. So he doesn't think more than that, opening the box to see this content. What he discovers there is... rather disappointing.

A remote control. To the proportion having neither tail nor head. The designer was of the lunar type, it seems. In fact, the more Ben looked at him, the more this remote control gave him the impression that it came straight out of a cartoon. He told himself until now that it must be a cosplayer's accessory or something like that, but the more he observed it the more he understood that it was something else.

Raising his head, Ben was surprised when he saw that he was found in front of his TV without realizing it. He had mechanically walked towards his post as if something had asked him to do it. He didn't ask himself the question anymore, he took the remote control out of his box and pressed the power button. The TV turns on. Ben couldn't believe it. However, this remote control did not seem to be of the same brand as its television, if not of any known brand. And yet it worked, finally halfway.

Because all that was on the screen at the moment was just parasites. He presses it again to see a possible change on the screen. Parasites give way to a very clear and precise image. A cowgirl riding her streed, was chased by wild west bandits. "Hurry $%•¥£! They are catching up with us! Do you have a plan $%•¥£?!" Screamed the blonde cowgirl in the void. He zaps being a spectator this time of a crime scene. The same woman this time in a rather tendentious inspector's outfit, it turns to someone who seems out of the field. "So what do you think boss?". The camera turns to this boss... nobody. He zaps facing a TV set this time. Again this same woman with golden hair. "Good evening dear public, tonight we welcome with great pleasure our prestigious guest, $%•¥£!" Nobody. Again." So $%•¥£ how is your tour going?" Questioned the cowgirl, the inspector or the journalist to her invisible guest. "But damn, who does she talk like that ?" The woman turns with an inherited look at Ben. "But who the hell you think I’m talking to ? I’m talking to you Gex."

Ben startled making him fall backwards, landing his butt on the floor. The TV began to shake violently. Smoke springs from the slits. The screen scrolled through increasingly distorted images and delirious colors. Ben takes refuge behind his sofa, in total panic, thinking that his TV would eventually explode. Then everything stopped suddenly. Benjamin catching his breath, raised his head from behind the back of his sofa to see the damage. He saw the TV completely transformed. Its appearance was now similar to that of the remote control that had launched all this.

Ben came out of his makeshift hiding place, wanting to catch the remote control to avoid making things worse, but he glanced at the screen. The vibrant and crazy swirling colors hypnotize him. He approached to take a closer look. He was so absorbed by this multicolored show that he did not notice that a viscous liquid was beginning to flow from the edge of the screen. Too late. A large viscous gelatinous mass with countless colors enveloped the unfortunate man's head and forced him into the screen of his television. This mass entered Ben's mouth, flowing into his throat to rush into his lungs, stomach, liver and more. His body transformed as this mass sneaked into his bowels. His arms are thinning, his thighs are getting bigger, a tail grew over his rear train which is also getting bigger. His hands and feet deformed. The scene lasted for a while until finally the mass released its grip on Ben's head.

The latter pulled his head from the screen except that the mass that had covered his head was hardened, becoming as hard as stone. Ben tried everything for the whole, banging his head on all the walls of his apartment. This was not very effective because no cracks were visible at the moment. On the other hand, with every whim he gave. His apartment was also beginning to metamorphose. Then as if by miracle, a crack was formed behind his prison helmet. He swallows his fingers and pulls with all these forces. The helmet hardened gave way, his face was glued to the walls of the helmet, making his skin pull to the maximum. When he finally got rid of this shit, he was taken dizzy and sat on his completely tired sofa. "Well, pal. Last time I open this kind of cardboard..."

A new player on the track !

By going to his usual basketball court, for his usual training, in his usual small town.

Jimmy Cell, an unpretentious young player, is doing his morning session. More to let off steam than to train seriously. It relaxed him a little before continuing with these courses. He didn’t like it. It was a hell of a waste of time according to him.

Until suddenly, a rumble, begins to be heard, coming him out of his dribbling and his thoughts. The ground was shaking as if an earthquake was underway. Like a distant herd in rute approaching. The rumble now sounded more clearly. It was steps. Powerful, vigorous but above all monstrous steps. Finally... silence. A silence that seemed to last a decade before... the door was violently blown up into pieces.

An orange humanoid creature two and a half meters high, faces a Jimmy frightened by this disconcerting appearance.

- Here, you, you. So are you the potential? You look even more pitiful than I thought. I hope the boss is not going to go. For you at least.

The words of this thing passed completely over Jimmy’s head. The poor youngster was already disconcerted by the monstrous appearance just as strangely cartoonish, as the words of this monster are completely missed.

But even before he could do anything. Other unusual arrivals are appearing. Four other equally weird monsters are entering.

- Yo it’s the rikiki then!?

- Not looking very muscular this minus. But it looks tasty to me.

- Ah Ah! He is as tall as me!

… It’s vexing in fact.

- Guys, I have the slab! That’s when we finish.

- We haven’t even started bluish pickaxe head yet!

- Who are you? Or what?

- The Monstars the virgin! Let’s go around guys!

- Roger chef!!! (The four monsters in choir except the orange)

They all went lining up. The first to show up was the one overweight orangette.

- I am Pound, your future commander-in-chief, leader of the Monstars. Don’t try to play the most smart and stay in your place. Comprendo!?

He got back in place, went out after him the greenish colossus. Planting his aggressive look in Jimmy’s.

- I’m Bang my guy. I’m your other boss. You’ll have an interest in following my pace the p’tio. Otherwise you end up six feet underground. Under MY feet!

By this warning, he spits out fire. Jimmy was hypnotized by this little show. That he doesn’t notice that one of them sneaked behind him. We caught her, shok by big purple arms. He gets pirouetted on himself, facing big luscious lips, kissing him with passion. Stuffing his big tongue into poor Jim’s throat. He removes it at once, leaving Jimmy in all his states.

- I’m Bupkus my darling. I hope you know how to kiss as well as you play on the field. Whatever the field where you want to play my big.

Dropping him on these buttocks, Jimmy was completely sounded. Until another grabs his hand, squeezining him. Shaking her like a savage. Raising his head, Jimmy tries to look at the individual who mistreated him in this way. The tremor stops, revealing to his disoriented eyes another monster from this gang.

- Nice to meet you the minot! I’m Blanko! Say you don’t have something to grease? I’m a little hungry.

He seemed the most sympathetic of this freak show. Simple yes, but nice. He even helped to put Jimmy back up. But barely back on his feet, someone climbed on his back. The misread by swinging on his back. Until he shows himself above Jim’s head.

- Holà Jimbo, the great Nawt is standing in front of you. You’re even uglier from close my dear. I hope that with our little special session, it will suit you a little.

He continues with a salto before standing in front of the boy. The others in the band joined Nawt and took the pose. Screaming all in chorus.

- We’re monsters ! We’re Monstars !

- Okay... what do you want from me ? Asked Jimmy in a clear but trembling voice.

Pound : « It’s simple, minus... We want you. »

Jimmy : "E-Excuse me ?"

Bang : "Are you deaf or stupid? He just told you that we want you.»

Spurting Bang, while jostling Jimmy.

Jimmy : "But why me ? I don’t have anything special though ? »

Bupkus : "You’re wrong, my little guy. You have a latent potential in you.»

Says Bupkus pointing at him.

Nawt : "We felt you from here. You were playing with this ball, weren’t you ?»

Nawt threw the basketball to Jimmy.

Blanko : "Oooohhh... So that’s where the smell comes from ? »

Whispering Blanko, observing the glittering eye balloon.

Blanko : "So it’s the casse-coutre! »

Blanko tried to bite into the ball. But Jimmy dismisses the latter from him.

Jimmy : " Hey no! It can’t be eaten, dude ! »

The big blue perch received a violent blow on the head. Making him grow a pretty bump.

Bang : "Triple idiot! Stop your nonsense for once. We’ll go eat when it’s time! Do the good in your brainy skull.

Punch again Bang on the poor Blanko.

Blanko : "Ooooouuuccchhhh ! Do you want to open the shell in two or what !? It hurts ! And I’m still hungry ! I don’t care about the time !”

Blanko complains, holding his skull, grimacing for a sharp pain.

Bang : "Stupid ! You deserve it. You make us waste more time. We have to do the session with the youth.”

The Monstars turned to Jimmy. Looking at him all with bright eyes and excitement.

- "Oulà. Dead time there. What is this session story ?”

Breathed Jimmy, displaying a nervous smile of absent serenity.

Pound puts his hand on Jimmy’s ball. Looking at him with a crazy eye.

- "It’s simple man. You will join our team. Why are you probably wondering? We told you, you have potential and it can be seen now, that you don’t realize. Except that we don’t want you like that. The false you if it’s clearer. We want the you that you hide from the other Jimbo. The you who is only waiting for one thing, get out of the fablard that stands in front of us. And we’re going to give him a helping hand. Okay guys! Caught it now."

During Pound’s surprisingly deep speech, Jimmy did not realize that the other four Monstars were circled around him. And by the order given by the orange, the four grab Jim’s two arms and legs, lifting him in a lying position, above the gym floor. Nawt hold the right leg, Blanko was holding the other, Bupkus was holding his left arm and Bang was holding the other. Pound stood above Jimmy’s head, having the young boy’s ball in his hands.

- You’ll see it’s going to be fun. Now open wide!

Jim, panicked, refuses to do so. But by we don’t know what witchcraft, species of mouth spreaders put themselves in place and forced to open the boy’s mouth. It was by lowering his eyes that he lived with horror, that its open mouth extended to his belly, defying all logic.

Pound brandishes the ball to plunge it into Jim’s mouth. He had to force a little but the balloon slipped easily into the little one’s throat, to end up in his stomach.

They dropped the kid on the ground like an old rag doll.

Then, gurgling is heard. Gargling stronger and stronger. Gurgling now sounding more like a squealing hardware store that derails. Jimmy had the impression that these bowels were on fire. An infernal fire that burned these nerves, these muscles, these tendons, these neurons, these bones, these lungs... burn EVERYTHING.

This hair grew at a glance. Moving from a short fringe to a messy hair. These clean nails became thinner and sharper nails. The muscles of his arms and legs swelled and grew monstrously, as did these pectorals, hands, and feet. He exceeded the others in size now. His head deforms in all directions, stretching, compressing and reforming into a monstrous cartoonish face, like those of the Monstars. The session ends with a groan close to that of an orgasm by Jimmy who was no longer Jimmy.

- Woah... I feel so... good. Strong even. So strong. Oh ! My voice... So serious, so confident, so deep...

The Monstars contemplated their new recruit. He was as tall as Blanko, as muscular as Bang and Bupkus, as handsome as Pound and... nothing on Nawt’s side. He was perfect according to them. Except Nawt of course...

- Pound : « Hey little one... who is no longer small... I think a new one is necessary. »

- Bang : « You are right boss. A name that inspires respect”

- Bupkus : « Yes. A name of an unusual kind. ”

- Nawt : « A name badass I would say. Well, not as much as mine but good. »

- Blanko : « A name that would cut my appetite. »

- SLANE. That’s my name the minuses.

Acclaims Jimmy who has become Slane, in a deep voice accompanied by a crazy look. That it made the monstrous basketball gang shudder.

- Slane : Now we’re going to play.

Once upon a time there was a teenage girl living in a simple suburb, a simple high school student

and a simple life. At first glance anyway. Because in truth, the young girl felt bad about herself.

She felt like she was caught in a vise and someone was trying to get her out of there, forgetting to

loosen it. She felt bad about herself, in this skin I mean. She did not like this body which seemed

fragile, small and… feminine to her. Because the young girl, with her exhausting frustration,

created an exuberant fetishism in her head. To be a fat cartoonish half-bat man. You will say to

me: what is what ?! I'll tell you, do I seem to know something? The girl couldn't get her weird

fetish out of her head ... extremely weird. Because she knew that imagining herself doing some

pretty illegal things with that imaginary body like that wasn't very… Catholic. And there was

something strange about the emergence of this fetish. She felt like someone had inserted it into

her skull without her knowing. She would soon know that this assumption of this extraterrestrial

fetishism of her psyche might not be wrong.

In the evening, she does her homework in her room. She thought she heard a knock on her

window. She doubted because she was wearing headphones. There was a little blank then she

resumed her lessons. But barely three minutes later, we were knocking on the window again and

this time the girl was sure of it. She slowly approached with a bowling ball sized lump in her

stomach. Then she sees a lipstick on the windowsill. She was mesmerized by him as if he was

imbued with a bewitching and alluring mystical energy. When she opened the door to greedily

pick up the seemingly normal and oddly peculiar object. She thought she saw a dark haired

woman in the street in a tuxedo like those orchestral maestros. But she did not linger there and

closed her window at the risk of breaking the windows.

She looked at the lipstick with the eyes of a craving drug addict. Then she opened it, went to the

bathroom and put it on. Nothing happens for five minutes and finally… BOOM! Those lips swollen

like a hot air balloon. It shocked her so much that she almost fell backwards in the tub, but

instinctively grabbed the towel rack and sat up like an i. She looked at herself in the mirror both

dazed, horrified and excited by the image he sent her back. Those lower lips were swollen like a

bimbo's at a strip club. The thought that it could be due to an allergy flew over her head. She

knew what was happening to her was not natural. And before thinking about other things related

to this strange lipstick. The process started with the bimbo lips has resumed and will not stop.

That hair was falling in shreds on the icy parquet in the teenager's bedroom. There are only

enough cups left to style a gentleman's hair, they were a mess at the moment. Then it was those

hands, arms, legs and feet that started to grow. The crunch, stretching of bones and flesh should

be unbearable for the girl and yet she enjoyed it near a debutante's awkward orgasm while still a

virgin.

When the enlargement of these members ended. The young teenager had arms and legs the size

of silos and gasoline cans. He followed up with his belly and that ass which was instant. BIM! and

BOOM! The can and the ass. And suddenly she felt something come out of her vagina. A big

penis springs from her orifice to be brought into the world and ejaculate while repainting the walls

of the room. She enjoys like never before. Barely his penis as hard as a steel shield, the young girl

gasped as she felt his neck swell and widen giving her a neck similar to that of a Mexican wrestler.

And finally his crisp, twisted, curved, smiling and stretched face. Her face was no longer that of a

young virgin teenager but that of a half-man, half-bat in his forties too caught up by the binouze.

Hair grew on his anthropomorphic face, giving him a three-day-old beard. The same goes for the

rest of his body.

She… he rather, was now looking at himself in the mirror. He made several faces out of curiosity

and hit a nice big bar ... and masturbated. He masturbated like no other anthropomorph has

masturbated all his life. He screamed with pleasure, taunted crispy whims and hooted like he was

in a football stadium.

What shit! concludes the funny guy.

Tonight is my night

- What a foot! concludes the guy in heat.

- Tonight is my night girls because tonight it will be BIM BAM BOOM until now.

And he went out the window, spreading fierce wings behind his back, and flew into the night that

Master Bogard