My Jelly Boyfriend

by pmcapture

Science is important. It envelops our knowledge of our world around us, and even what lies beyond the realm of our atmosphere. However, it can also fulfill...practical desires. This is the story of how scientists finally artificially created a conscious being for the first time in history, answering every last question about ourselves. The conscious being escapes to find its love

1. Introduction

Chapter 1 - Introduction

Chemists at the New Jersey University were extremely generous of the ICSU for donating some backup samples of the experimental Substance N... The council provided them with two different kinds of N, two that canceled each other out. What they really wanted to know was how to stabilize them together to create the perfect supplement of nutrients.

They tried everything, from boiling it, crystallizing it, throwing almost every element of the Periodic Table at it, placing them both in a vaccum environment. It seemed utterly hopeless! It began to gain popularity, leading them on a journey to find the fabled "God Compound". Hours turned into days, day turned into weeks, and weeks turned into years as the scientific community scrambled to find something, ANYTHING that would work. One day, the staff at NJC University decided to celebrate the discovery of Bohrium. They brought cake, ice cream, and several packets of Jell-O, to make later.

They had a wonderful time, but things were about to get much, much better for them. One of the staff opened a packet of Jell-O above a sample of Substance N, accidentally dropping it into the bright blue liquid. This indicted a very fast color change, as well as turning the liquid into a dried, gummy mess in the span of 10 seconds. This caught the attention of all the scientists in the room. "Grab the other sample of N! Hurry!", one of the scientists screamed at the top of their lungs. In seconds, they chopped off a large chunk of N, carrying it to the beaker, then splashing the other kind of N on top of it. Instead of fizzing away from each other, releasing carbon dioxide as they usually did, this time the liquids mixed together for the first time, finally bonding to each other. They had done it.

As the scientists brought a couple drops to a microscope, they began to realize some properties of the liquid. Some... very familiar ones, in fact. As he looked into the microscope, zooming in closer and closer, you could see the expressions on the staff member's face changing very quickly. In fact, he began to have a heart attack, due to the impossible sight that laid before him. Some of his spit had fallen from his mouth into the glass beaker filled with the N2. Almost immediately, the N2 began to rise, forming an arm that reached over the beaker to grab yet another beaker of N, pouring it onto the dried-up compound. The glass beaker broke as the N2 began to form together, taking the rest of the samples of Substance N, as well as the packets of Jell-O into it as well.

The liquid looked around the room. There was scientific tools all around the room. Stuff like vacuum chambers, furnaces, fume coverings... This seemed like a really cool place to be. This was a laboratory, after all. There was just one main issue that caught the attention of the liquid: The 5+ people staring at it with wide-eyes, like monkeys staring at gold.

The liquid knew it had to get out of there. After the last rogue drop clinged to it, the liquid eagerly pulled itself up and out of the large container it was in, becoming bipedal in form. It looked around the room for an exit. Anywhere would do. The liquid eventually found a door labeled "BATHROOM". It jumped out of the container, running into the bathroom, and flushed itself down the toilet.

Fast-forward 40 years, and place yourself in the middle of Staten Island. It's only here in the suburbs of New York City do you find a guy like me: A 20-something college grad who doesn't really make a big mark on the world. Or hell, even Staten Island. I've had a good childhood, with a caring mother who always loved me no matter what I did or said, and a father who always knew how to keep up my spirits whenever I felt a little down on myself. Of course, why would I feel down on myself? I'm glad you asked, or, maybe I asked myself. I can't really tell the difference anymore.

I've always hid the fact that I was bisexual. My parents didn't approve of that lifestyle, and at that time, it seemed kind of strange to everybody. However, I know what an orgasm feels like (too well, probably), but I don't know what a female orgasm feels like. I imagine it feels pretty good, but not good enough so that I only have to pertain to that ONE gender. I've been attracted to all kinds of things: futanari, guy/guy, guy/girl, and sometimes I delve into the fetishy-type things. Not like feces, that's just fucking disgusting.

Every day things seemed to be the same: wake up, take a shower, go to work, come back home, fap, then go to bed. I think it was pretty clear that something interesting in my life should happen eventually, but not too quickly. I needed change in a smooth, slow manner.

Remember that liquid I was talking about earlier? Well, apparently it had been traveling for forty years in the sewers from the university all the way out to Staten Island. It had met many different creatures along the way, earned many places it could call its home, and generally enjoyed being in the sewers. There was only one major problem: It started to become desperate for attention. Anything other than a rat or a brick would do it just fine. In fact, it tried to carefully approach them, but they fled in fear of it. One day it decided it had enough. Tonight was going to be different.