It happened too fast—one second I was normal, the next, I was slipping, stumbling… and suddenly drowning in warmth and stickiness…

  “W-what the hell—this is… oh my god, is this…?!”

  The thick, creamy liquid clings to my skin, hot and heavy. My vision blurs as I try to move, but my body just keeps shrinking. Inch after inch lost, until even the droplets around me feel like pools—oceans of my roommate’s… stuff. And it keeps pulling me deeper, like it wants to coat every bit of me… own me… dissolve me.*

  “I… I’m still shrinking…?” My voice barely echoes inside the glob I'm stuck in, the texture soft but impossibly elastic, stretching around me like a living cocoon.

  Then I feel it.

  Something nudges against me. Then another. And another.

  Larger than me now—writhing, twitching shapes. Giant, wiggling heads. Long tails cutting through the thick fluid like predatory swimmers.

  “A-are those… sperm cells?!”

  They don’t stop. They press closer. Against my legs. My stomach. Everywhere.

  "T-they’re trying to get inside me…?!” My thoughts twist with panic—and something hotter. Like a flicker of primal instinct calling out to be overwhelmed. Used. Claimed.

  My body’s so small now. Barely bigger than a single one of them. And they’re acting like I’m the egg they’ve been searching for…

  They surrounded me—slick, twitching giants in this thick white ocean. Their heads were smooth and firm, pushing against my legs, my belly, even my chest… nudging and grinding with slow, eager pulses. And then one of them… aimed lower.

  "N-No—wait, they can’t really think I’m…!"

  The pressure hit suddenly. One massive, twitching cell rammed up between my thighs—firm, determined, sliding against my entrance with rhythmic pulses. It didn’t pierce… not fully. But it tried. And oh stars—did I feel it.

  Like someone ramming a hot, soft club against me over and over, the push rhythmic, insistent. Not quite pain. Not quite pleasure. Just overwhelming—the kind of pressure that makes your toes curl even when they’re microscopic.

  “Ahhh~ I-It’s not going in… but why does it feel s-so good?!”

  Another one nudged behind me. Two at once now, writhing against my most sensitive spots, slipping and sliding like perverse predators with one goal. My body twitched without control, hips bucking helplessly into the pressure. I couldn’t stop shaking. Couldn't think.

  They weren't breaking in... but they were breaking me.

  Every pulse, every soft slam of those massive heads against me sent waves of sticky heat through my core. My body glowed with electric sensitivity, like it was reacting to some ancient, primal signal.

  “They think I’m their egg... oh god, a-and I’m twitching like I want to be~!”

  The more they failed, the more desperate they got. Pushing harder. Grinding. Their long tails curled around my limbs, holding me in place. Like a swarm of heat and need that didn’t care I wasn’t what they thought.

  And worst of all… a tiny, shameful part of me wanted them to keep trying.

  They didn’t stop.

  The pressure kept building—those twitching, wiggling heads grinding against me like they were in heat too. I could feel the pulses of their bodies, the slick massaging movements that never quite entered, but pushed me right to the edge of sensation. My whole body throbbed, trembling in their grasp.

  “Nnnghh~ ahh~ y-you’re not even in me, and I… I c-can’t stop twitching~!!”

  Each thrust, each eager shove against my soaked, microscopic form made my vision blur. My thighs shook. My breath hitched. They didn’t care that I wasn’t an egg—they were obsessed. And I... was spiraling.

  They weren’t breaking inside—but they were breaking something else.

  A sudden pulse ran through me. A burst of raw, euphoric joy—a climax not just of lust, but total sensory overload. I arched, my voice escaping in a ragged moan, and then…

  Boom.

  Heat flooded through me. My skin lit up with divine power—unstoppable, radiant, electric. My body exploded upward in size, shooting back toward normal in an uncontrollable wave of growth—

  “A-Ahhh~!! I-I’m growing again~!!”

  The fluid around me scattered like rain. Sperm cells flew in every direction as my body swelled, popping out of the thick white pool, leaving it clinging in warm streaks across my thighs and chest as I surged to my full height

  Inches. Then feet. Then more.

  I gasped, panting, twitching, soaked. Stained. Eyes wide, tail fluffing in shock.

  "I… I grew back... from the pleasure~?!"

  I sat there on the floor, wet and panting, every nerve tingling, heart racing. The warmth still on me. The ghost of that pressure still echoing between my legs.

  “T-They actually made me grow… from c-cumming~?” I whispered.

  And the worst part?

  I wanted to do it again~