Blackout's incredible morgue-asm

From: iDRMRSR <alex.i.thymia@depression.org>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Thu, Nov 15, 2001 9:09 PM

So the two paramedics take the body bag with nu-Blackout's corpse and
detachable penis to the city morgue. Let's call them Bob 1 and Bob 2.

On the way over, you'll recall that the two Bob's had gotten infected
with the Yeti-spliced rhinovirus and were experiencing itching on their
foreheads. Bob 1 had Blackout's legs, and Bob 2 had his shoulders. Up
on the slab with him! Neither one of them noticed their fine new third
nostril, complete with surrounding labia and functioning clitoris.

Bob 2 started pulling down the zipper of the body bag. As soon as it
was open a couple of inches, though, a new penis (more like a tentacle
actually) that Blackout's corpse had evolved, shot out of the body bag
and took Bob 2 by the neck. Bob 2 was for a moment paralyzed by
asphyxiation, when all of a sudden the penicle's foreskin pulled back
revealing a superb German Helmet shaped probe covered with glistening
pre-cum.

The penicle buried itself in Bob 2's new third nostril and made
squicking sounds as it hammered his new pubes. Bob 2 was about to lose
consciousness, his face as Purple as Welch's grape juice, when suddenly
he started to cum himself from the para-clitoris in his forehead. The
tickling sensation of impending orgasm felt in a place not usually
associated with cumming was more than Bob 2 could stand, and besides, he
was going limp from hypoxia. The twin sensations enveloped him, and he
died right there on the spot with a smile bigger than NheeGhee's!

Blackout's penicle simultaneously shot off as well. Only, instead of
the usual two spurts of manseed, the flow continued and continued, and
Bob 2's head consequently distended, expanded, and finally burst,
covering the room with gism and grey matter. But still the penicle shot
hot cream like an uncontrolled firehose!

Bob 1 watched in awe as this all happened in front of him, and felt his
penis and its five new neighbors getting erect. It was the emergency
training in him, though, that made him instinctively think about
controlling that gism-hose. He thought quickly and jotted down a few
calculations on a nearby clipboard, and then quickly dropped his pants,
spread 'em, and let the penicle find its way to his mangina.

Now having Yeti genes, Bob 1 realized he could control the gism flow
with the strength of his sphincter alone. As he pinched down on the
head, the sensation aroused Blackout, and he began to moan in pleasure.
Blackout and Bob 1 continued their squeeze and release session long into
the night until both of them fell limp.

It was about 1:30 AM, and the two of them had finally detached from each
other to have a smoke. Blackout said hey, Bob 1, why don't I buy you a
beer...we got a half hour or so until closing time!

The two new Yeti mutants strolled out of the morgue hand in hand after
they towelled off the milk and brain tissue from each other. As they
strolled up the street to the nearby bar, Blackout asked Bob 1 "Hey, do
you know a place where a fellow can score a good TARP?"

But meanwhile, the bits and pieces of Bob 1 that were splattered all
over the morgue's slabs, walls, and half open drawers, were metamorphing
in the now empty room. The coroner, showing up for work in the next few
hours, would encounter a plague of Face Fucking Bats spawned from the
combination of Bob 1 and the Yeti DNA. But that is another story.

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