#sopio

I couldn’t get the portrait of my dog that I wanted today so I asked her to do a pineappowl instead. 

Ooze in Training          Table of Contents

“”I’m sorry, did you just say I’m a sentient ooze?”  I absentmindedly picked up the nearby baseball cap, and slipped it onto my head.  Backwards, like Dylan would wear it.  Was his personality still rubbing off on me?

“Yes, well, that’s the theory, anyway,” the scientist said, with a nervous cough.  “But preliminary testing predicts a 93% test rate, and you did transition from being an ooze into having control of Dylan’s body, so... yes, I think we can confidently say you are a sentient ooze.”

“Okay, so, then, if I can possess anyone I want... how do I get out of this body?”

He placed the clipboard down on a nearby counter, and rubbed his hands together.  “Why, I’m glad you asked.”

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I was not glad I asked.  

It turned out that in order to collect the data they wanted, they had devised a series of tests to put me through my paces.  It was a combination of physical therapy and military boot camp, and it was hell.  Not only were they testing my control of Dylan’s body, but also my abilities as an ooze.  They had me crawling around on the floor, climbing up various vertical surfaces, and squeezing through tight spaces.  

As it turned out, with enough focus, I could enter and exit from any orifice on the body.  The various holes of the head were my personal favorite, simply because they felt less gross, but... I had to admit, the cock and anus were a lot easier to reach unassisted.  And there was something very... stimulating about entering the body that way.  ...Oh, alright, it was erotic as hell!  If the scientist hadn’t been there, constantly watching me, I would’ve whipped it out to ease the tension.

They also tested my senses in ooze form, which was a bit tedious, since I had to crawl back into Dylan’s empty body every time I needed to speak.  Still, I slowly got the hang of “seeing” as an ooze.  It was a bit weird, since I had to narrow my field of vision down to one tendril-- anything more, and the sensory overload turned everything black.

“Alright, I think it’s time for your first field test,” he said, reviewing the notes on his clipboard.  “Go ahead and exit Dylan for the last time.  Without a functioning brain, that body is unstable.  We’ll see about getting you a robot vessel for use around the laboratory.  In the meantime, I want to see you take a host off of the streets.  Frankly, I want to see you take a lot of hosts off of the streets.  You ought to be able to adjust their memories by wrapping around their brains in the right fashion, so that’s going to be our next training drill.”

I couldn’t help but groan internally as I crawled out of Dylan’s ear.  I was still picking up work slang and acronyms, but anyone could guess that ‘training drill’ meant tedious repetition until even the coolest activities became dull.

Crawling around the cold tile of the lab had been odd enough.  Crawling around the pavement outside was even weirder-- I could feel the grit of the street trying to stick to my oozy body.  I was torn between trying to find the right host, and just picking any random guy off of the street just to be done with it.

So you can imagine my delight when I found this prime piece of manhood walking down the street.  It looked like he had noticed me-- admittedly, it’s hard to subtly crawl up someone’s leg-- so I figured I needed to hurry.  I weaved up his leg, trying to ignore the gross texture of this guy’s leg hair.  I hadn’t appreciated how hairless Dylan had been.

I was up and under the fabric of his shorts before he could react.  He was going commando, which made things easier for me.  I gently teased his anus, pushing against the tight muscular ring in a circular motion.  Once I felt his hands against his shorts in an attempt to stop me, that’s when I pushed a tendril deep inside his waiting cavity.  That was enough of a distraction to allow the rest of me inside.

The First Experiment          Table of Contents

“Ewww, what are you doing here?”  I looked up to see a shirtless college student looking at me in disgust.

“I”m... applying for an experiment?  Same as you, I would imagine.”  I couldn’t help but shift awkwardly in my seat.  He was clearly much more physically fit than I, with strong pecs and firm abs.  I’m not overweight by any means, but I was never that fit in college, and now that I’m older, I’ve come to accept the fact that that ship has pretty much sailed by now.

“Pssh, good luck, bro,” he said, not bothering to hide the contempt in his voice.  “This place only wants fit male specimen, like this.”  He flexed a bicep, and kissed the bulging muscle.  I hated him already.

Thankfully, the door opened, sparing me from having to deal with him further.  Another white coat scientist ushered us out of the waiting room and into the hallway.  “Dylan, Isaac, we’ve processed your survey results, and you’ve both been selected to continue.  Dylan, we’ve got you in examination room one.  Isaac, you’re going to follow me to one of the preparation rooms.”

Once we were out of earshot, the scientist went from stoic to smiles.  “Connor was right, your preliminary readings are off the charts!  You’re like a friggin’ Boy Scout, you know that?  And your sense of self!?  We don’t get many people who manage to be both confident and humble.”

“I...thanks?”

“I’m the one who should be thanking you!” he said, tapping the clipboard for emphasis.  “We’ve been looking for a suitable candidate for this experiment for months!  Please, have a seat on the bed.”  I obliged, swinging my legs up onto the high surface while the scientist starting humming to himself.  His happiness was actually a bit unsettling.  I hadn’t been nervous, but now I wasn’t so sure.  “So, Isaac.  I’m going to be injecting this drug into the back of your neck.  Your job is to try and stay awake, no matter how tempting it is to fall asleep, okay?”

He didn’t even give me time to respond-- there was a sharp poke, and suddenly it felt like my mind was on fire.  My eyes closed involuntarily, and I could feel the lab coat supporting my body as my muscles gave way, falling down into a laying position.  Now I understood exactly what he meant-- it would have been so easy to just allow myself to slip into unconsciousness.  Instead, I forced myself to stay awake through the pain.  I could feel myself... shrinking?  I couldn’t feel my limbs anymore, and I found myself unable to open my eyes... did I even have eyes anymore?  I felt myself being carried up into the air, and across the room.  I could feel myself being supported by two hands... was I that small now?  I tried to move around, but I no longer felt human... but before I could dwell further on my new appendages, I was lowered into a warm, moist hole.

Suddenly, I was jolted awake.  I had eyes again, I had a body again!  It definitely wasn’t mine, though.  It... was Dylan’s?

I felt up his-- my-- firm chest, tracing the well-definited ridges with my fingers.  The power was... intoxicating!  I couldn’t help but feel myself up, rubbing my arms and my chest, examining every inch of my newly tanned, newly fit body.  It wasn’t long before my curiosity turned into arousal, and I couldn’t help but to peek at my new manhood through my waistband.

<Don’t you dare look at my dick!> I heard a voice yell.  <Get out of my body, you sick fag!>  Was that Dylan?  Was he still in here with me?  Well, if he was, it was clear that he was just a passenger.  I let my new cock bounce free, a respectable 6 inches but with a thickness that was impressive.

“So, Isaac, do you have complete control?” the scientist asked?  I flushed; I had forgotten he was still here.

“Yeah, I do,” I answered.  “Though Dylan is in here, too.  I can hear some of his thoughts.  He’s... definitely upset about this arrangement.”  That was an understatement.  He was now doing nothing but scream into my head.

“No worries, I can take care of that.”  He held up another syringe, and once again thrust it into my neck with no warning.  I winced, but this time I was unaffected, except for a huge rush of pleasure.  I barely had time to grip my shaft before I started unleashing loads of thick, creamy cum from my cock.  The feeling was intense-- I could barely stay on my feet-- the torrents of cum kept pouring out.  Just when I thought I couldn’t handle any more, it was finally over.  There had to be at least a half cup of semen splattered on the floor... how was that even possible?

“You’re looking at what remains of Dylan,” the scientist said, seeing my quizzical stare.  “That’s what would have happened to you, if you had fallen asleep.  It takes a strong personality to survive the liquefying process and still remain whole.  We’ll reconstitute him from the preliminary DNA scans, give him some money, and call it a day.  You, however... congratulations!  You’re officially a Sopio Labs employee!”

I kept staring at the goopy puddle of liquid on the floor.  “So... wait, how am I controlling Dylan’s body, if I went through a similar procedure?”

Meeting The Neighbors     Table of Contents

I woke up naturally, when the sunlight streaming through the window became too much for me to sleep through.  I laid there, half awake, slowly collecting my thoughts, and trying to filter out the dreams from reality.  The penis, for example.

But no, there it was, standing upright on the nightstand, waving its head proudly in my direction.  I couldn’t help but laugh-- both of us had a clear case of morning wood.  I scooped it up and laid it flat across my chest, in between my pecs, enjoying the feeling of its warmth.  I strummed back and forth on the loose skin of the shaft with my right hand as I pumped my own cock with my left.  It came first, blowing a thick, sticky load all over my neck and chest.  The rich, deep masculine smell drew me over the edge, and I came shortly after, spraying my load into the air.

Satisfied, I gave myself a quick wipe-off with a tissue from my nightstand.  Before heading into the bathroom for a shower, though, I decided to do something about the detached dick.  Grabbing the now limp cock by the balls, I opened up my chest of drawers, and dumped it unceremoniously into my sock drawer.  I needed time to sort things out, and it would be easier without it underfoot, trying to get in my way.

After a shower and a quick breakfast, I decided to head downstairs.  I had yet to explore the surrounding neighborhood, and it wasn’t like I had anything better to do today.  My train of thought derailed when I went down to the lobby, however-- sitting on one of the benches was one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen.  Well, practically still a boy, he couldn’t be older than his early twenties, but nevertheless he was handsome enough to catch my eye.

He was fidgeting a lot, too.  Like he was waiting for something, or panicking... or perhaps both, giving the worried expression on his face.  He relaxed a bit when he saw me, though not much.  “Oh, umm... excuse me,” he said, grabbing at his knees, “I was wondering if you had happened to find a... ummm... well, you see... I... I went out partying last night, and I... I seem to have lost... ummm... my... I can’t find my...”

It wasn’t until one of his hands pressed against his crotch that I made the connection.  “Oh.  Oh my God.  Your cock.  Yes, follow me!”  He breathed a huge sigh of relief, and followed me back to my apartment.

“Oh, I’m so glad I lost it here,” he said.  “I don’t even want to think about what would have happened if I had lost it downtown.  At least here, people know to be on the lookout for weird things because of the Lab.”

“Yeah, so I heard.”  I waved him to the couch, and went to retrieve the penis-- his penis-- from my sock drawer.  “How exactly did this happen, anyway?”

“Experiment involving teleportation,” he said.  “I can actually detach a lot of my limbs at their joints, but my dick is the only one that moves around outside of my direct control.  It feeds off of my subconscious, I think.  Or it’s just constantly horny.  Pretty annoying either way.”

“I can’t imagine,” I replied.

He smiled, and lifted his head off of his neck.  “See?  Like a mannequin.”  He lowered his head to waist level and waved it around a bit before placing back atop his neck.  “It’s actually pretty damn cool, when it’s not getting me in trouble.  I’m Connor, by the way.”

“Isaac.”  I presented the dick open palm.  It seemed a bit too casual for a man’s private pride, but... what else could I do?    I watched him lower his pants, and place the errant cock in place, the shaft and balls filling in the empty gap of pubic hair.

“Complete once more,” he said, beaming at his crotch with pride.  “Well, anyway, I hate to run so soon, but my shift over at Sopio Labs starts in fifteen minutes.  Have you considered applying there?”

“Not really, no,” I said.  It wasn’t so much Connor’s mutation that freaked me out, so much as it was his casual attitude toward it... just what kind of stuff went on over there?  How long would I stay human if I decided to work there?

“Well, you should,” he said.  “I think you’d fit right in.”  Connor leaned in close. “I felt everything you did to my penis,” he whispered, the heat of his breath tickling my ear.  “We should do this again sometime.”

I thought that drawing penises on sleeping people was a relatively new pastime. I was wrong.

As I learned yesterday, while reading Petronius' Satyricon with my students, drawing penises on the unwary is just as funny now as it was in the first century.

Cum Ascyltos gravatus tot malis in somnum laberetur, illa quae iniuria depulsa fuerat ancilla totam faciem eius fuligine longa perfricuit, et non sentientis labra umerosque sopitionibus pinxit.

"When Ascyltus, weighed down by so many troubles, was drifting off to sleep, that servant girl who had been unjustly rebuffed rubbed his entire face with long smears of ash, and drew on the senseless man's lips and shoulders [sopitionibus]."

The problem is that out of all of Latin literature, sopitio is only ever attested here, so its definition is uncertain.  Fortunately, the Oxford Latin Dictionary suggests it's a variant of sopio, which definitely means "penis."

Which brings us back to where we started. Ascyltus has drunk too much, partied too hard, and made the classic mistake of being the first one to fall asleep at the party. So the girl he'd rejected earlier covers his face in soot and proceeds to draw penises on him.