The Rubber/Stroker people

[Brandnewbuddy]

So over the weekend I bought a book and to get overnight shipping I had to buy another item, so I figured I’d buy a stroker. Seemed a good deal and I never tried one before. So anyway, I get my book, pull out the stroker…and get mildly horrified at rather realistic mouth but decide to give it a shot.

And honestly wasn’t too bad…though I guess my cock was bigger than I thought cause I look down and I sees the head of my cock coming out of the mouth hole

So to try and salvage what ended up being a negative erotic experience, I figured, what if there was an alien or demonic race that infiltrated humanity and you couldn’t tell they weren’t human at first glance…and while they loved sex they needed some major stretching and penetration to get off? Like you could fold and bend them however you wanted and they’d bounce right back but if you wanted them to stop harassing you, you’d have to get them off and they’d only get off with the wildest, stretchiest sex.

 

[PennyThompson]

Guys would rather write weird erotica about rubbery stretchy aliens than go to therapy throw away the awkward sex toy they impulse-bought off of amazon...

(just kidding, you know i love you )

 

[KittyOfSteele]

This is the kinky cousin of Transformers.

I want to buy stocks upon this idea just for shits and giggles.

 

[TheLobster]

And honestly wasn’t too bad…though I guess my cock was bigger than I thought cause I look down and I sees the head of my cock coming out of the mouth hole

I give you 6/9 for sandwiching that humblebrag between a good initial hook and a decent story idea, but everyone can clearly see that this was the entire point of this post.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Lol.

Okay, an idea:

Guy orders a stroker that is supposed to have the vagina based on his favorite porn actress…but when he opens it, instead of a fleshlight, there’s a rolled up sexdoll in a box which unrolls itself, self inflates, and then smiles at him. Saying he should be happy as she’s a perfect copy…minus the ability to blink her eyelids, being cold to the touch, and having a rather rough wig…but otherwise, totally perfect copy!

Guy freaks out but eventually decides to try her out. Though she seems only interested in one thing.

“Ewww, why are you kissing me? Just fuck me, stretch me out already!”

“Uhhh, don’t you need some lube?”

“Ugggghh fine” she unscrewed a bottle and downed it in one shot, “good, now fuck me!”

After having sex:

“That was…interesting.”

“Yeah…but you should stretch me more!”

“I mean, I can only get so big.”

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about that.”

Next morning:

“911, I need help, I’m having trouble breathing. My sex doll wrapped herself around me…my head is literally coming out of her mouth just so I can call.”

“Shut up baby! Mommy’s getting stretched so good right now.”

“Yes, that’s her!”

“Wait, 911 could you send more guys? I think I can handle like five guys…make it six…fuck, whole department, I wanna pop like a balloon!”

 

[PennyThompson]

You could also turn this into a Junji Ito-style horror story...

A strange, attractive woman hits on a schlubby salaryman at the neighborhood izakaya (little Japanese neighborhood pub) and suggests that he invite her over to his apartment for the night.

She isn't interested in small talk or foreplay, and pushes him straight to rough, energetic sex.

"More, deeper," she hisses, but he's bottomed out, he's got no more to give! But not wanting to disappoint, he uses his fingers.

"More, deeper," she growls, and her eyes seem pitch black, her pupils dilated to unnatural proportions...

So he gently, carefully inserts his hand and begins to fist her, marveling at how she can accommodate him.

"More! Deeper!" She howls, and her voice becomes strange and echoy. He pushes until he's elbow-deep, then up to his bicep, then somehow, impossibly to his shoulder.

...And at this point I worry that this story would not pass Lit's content guidelines

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

You could also turn this into a Junji Ito-style horror story...

A strange, attractive woman hits on a schlubby salaryman at the neighborhood izakaya (little Japanese neighborhood pub) and suggests that he invite her over to his apartment for the night.

She isn't interested in small talk or foreplay, and pushes him straight to rough, energetic sex.

"More, deeper," she hisses, but he's bottomed out, he's got no more to give! But not wanting to disappoint, he uses his fingers.

"More, deeper," she growls, and her eyes seem pitch black, her pupils dilated to unnatural proportions...

So he gently, carefully inserts his hand and begins to fist her, marveling at how she can accommodate him.

"More! Deeper!" She howls, and her voice becomes strange and echoy. He pushes until he's elbow-deep, then up to his bicep, then somehow, impossibly to his shoulder.

...And at this point I worry that this story would not pass Lit's content guidelines

There are ways around the rule and I know supernatural and horror tends to get around it.

I know that there was a writer who had a succubus series where guys melted after coming and a body horror where Mother Nature showed up at the apocalypse to merge everyone together and it passed