The Angel [Story] (Patreon)

I rubbed my eyes and double checked my surroundings. The bustle of the city was the same as ever. Cars honking, birds chirping, the noise of people. Reality all around me carrying on the same as ever.

But what stood before me made me still doubt my sanity. A... "thing", I thought, in the shape of... something resembling a human, if a human was nightmarish amalgamation of breasts and genitals beyond recognition. Six breasts, each as large as a bean-bag chair, obscured the being's upper body. Fleshy, pliable, taut. Two hands were barely visible to me, peeking out from behind them.

"Sorry I'm late," the thing spoke from behind it's breasts. The voice was unmistakably feminine. "Traffic was pretty bad getting into the city."

Each of their three cocks, as thick as a tree, dribbled precum so thick and stringy it seemed to me like unsightly mucous.

I looked at my phone. Then back at the figure before me. I rubbed my eyes again.

"Are... are you okay?" It asked.

I looked around again, no one seemed to notice this abomination of flesh before me.

"I... uh..." I stammered. "Is this... really you in the profile picture?" I turned the phone around to show it even though I couldn't see a face behind the wall of flesh. I had to assume it had one. I had to assume that the girl on the dating app was behind there.

"Um... yeah? Isn't it obvious?" It... no, she responded. "I mean the pic was taken like a week ago! Right after Bible study."

Biblical. She reminded me of those pictures people called "Biblically Accurate Angels". An inhuman mash of human elements.

She took a step towards me. Every bit of flesh jiggled and bounced, sloshed and clapped. I looked her up and down again in fear, as if she'd trip and crush me under a literal ton of weight.

I reached out to the appendage closest me, a plump red cock head. If this were a hallucination then I would be reaching into mid air. I'd be reaching at nothing. Yet, when I gave the cock a squeeze she yelped in response.

Nervousness crept in her voice. "You... can see my real form, can't you?"

An angel.

"And... you're not scared?" 

Or a devil?

"L-lets get that coffee we said we'd get."

And I took her by the hand.