Space Mushrooms In Your Back yard!

Poor Cap: by the time he arrived on scene, young Billy Batson had already went and gotten himself half-paralyzed! It was only a matter of time before the mighty Captain Marvel would fall prey to one of Billy's foolish larks! Here is the first installment of Caps cruel fate first, by some kind of space plant, and later, some titillating torment of a most manly sort at the mercy of a hunky mad scientist...mwa ha ha indeed!
Cheers.
Christuffer

Holey Moley!!! (Space Mushroom Attack!)
It was humid, dark and very slimey...no make that sticky; sticky like glue only more elastic. Whatever was all over Captain marvel clung like liquid steel, holding him prisoner, so that even HIS powerful arms and legs were hopelessly trapped in the viscous clinging substance! But of course, he wasn't at full or even a quarter of his normal strength. In spite of his valiant struggles to free himself, the confines of his prison grew ever tighter and the mighty hero reflected on his dire predicament...

While in his mortal form, Billy Batson had inadvertently stumbled into this creature's evil trap: he'd been on an errand for handsome young Professor Dr. Peter Hansen, who had asked Billy to scour the woods for signs of a recent meteor strike, reported the previous week. It seemed an odd request, since Dr. Hansen was in the Botany Dept., but Billy was always eager to please the blond prof.

(Billy always felt a special "stirring" in his britches and a tingling tightness in his chest whenever he was within 10 feet of the mysterious Peter Hansen, and the man doted on young Billy like a father, although they were only four years apart in age. The ruggedly handsome academic was a veritable recluse: conducting his experiments not at the college, but on his estate outside of town, in a sophisticated private lab. The only thing he did do on campus was to teach his classes and work-out at the university gymnasium, which is where Hansen also recruited his "lab techs". Several of the techs were members of the wrestling, swimming, or football teams, and nearly all of the faculty were certain the prof was engaged in "unethical" sorts of experiments in his off-campus lab, but none cared enough to actually investigate the rumors. Apparently the campus police were equally unconcerned in spite of the fact that a few of his "techs" had registered odd complaints with them on several occasions. Nevertheless, there was something about Peter Hansen that made Billy weak-kneed, faint, and almost submissive in his presence. When the prof asked him to go to the woods, he agreed without out a thought.)

Clad in his usual red sweater and blue jeans, Billy whistled a happy tune as he sought this way and that for signs of a space rock, wandering deeper and deeper into the thick woods that bordered Prof Hansen's country estate. Billy imagined himself arriving triumphantly at Hansen's front door with a sizable chunk of space metal, the blond man congratulating him, perhaps even wrapping his thick muscular arms around Billy's young body, squeezing him in a fond embrace.

These thoughts were causing Billy to develop a sound erection, and his eager cock strained against his briefs(red of course) zipped tightly into his fitted blue jeans. Overcome with youthful ardor and the brisk outdoor freshness, Billy decided to relieve his pent-up feelings for the young doctor before continuing his reconnaissance. Spying a dell of large gray boulders, decked in soft green moss, Billy hurried to the spot to undertake his act of self love, his head brimming with juicy images of handsome Peter Hansen glimpsed in the university locker room and in the steamy shower room! Above all, Peter's piercing green eyes and heroic face haunted Billy's thoughts in a kind of hypnotic cloud.

Billy leaned his own broad back against a moss-covered boulder and gazed upward at the majestic forest towering over his little nest, letting his hands slide over his trim red sweater, feeling his own heart pounding like a drum, his fingers playing over the little bumps that comprised his super tight abdominal muscles. His powerful erection strained and pressed against his jeans and Billy worried he might ejaculate before he even unzipped, so he took a few deep breaths and tried to relax as he undid his fly and slid his blue jeans down over his smooth legs to his ankles.

As he glanced down, Billy marveled at the stout, fat bulge that mounded out the front of his tight red briefs. With each heartbeat the red package grew and receded, as soft snugged cotton showed off his hardened penis in perfect relief. Billy slid his left hand over the mound and his right up and under his sweater and t-shirt until it his finger found their target: his left nipple. Brushing his pink nipple lightly with his fingers he released his penis from it's prison and stroked gently down his now-liberated shaft. Hansen's green eyes flashed before the screen of his imagination, his head tilted back in ecstasy, and Billy's pulsing cock suddenly unleashed a steaming jet of jisim that flew several feet, landing in the curled brown leaves on the forest floor with a satisfying splat, splat, splat...

His heart still beating a steady tattoo, Billy brought his cum drenched fingers to his lips, supping the sweet nutty juice that lingered there. Likewise, he squeezed the last few drops from the red mushroom head of his dick and licked his fingers clean. "Holey moley!!!" said Billy Batson, to no one in particular. As always, Billy felt sleepy after one of his "sessions" as he called it, and it was still early in the day...not even lunchtime, so, tucking his thick semi-hard rod into his briefs and pulling up his trousers, he found a likely knoll of soft green moss next to an enormous spotted mushroom and lay down for a short nap. As Billy drifted off to sleep the thought occurred to him that he had never seen such a large and unusual looking mushroom before in all his life. Before he fell asleep,, he decided he would photograph it and take a little sample back to Dr. Hansen. No doubt the doctor would reward him for his thoughtfulness!

Billy dreamed of Peter Hansen. They were laying together on a very warm beach, and Peter had his long, muscular arms wrapped around Billy's waist. The warm ocean water covered their bare legs as the surf rolled in and out. The water seemed almost thick. Weird. The sand was so very soft...well not soft exactly...silky came to mind...no not silky, but sort of squishy. Also weird. That was how Billy finally knew he must be dreaming and began to stir and waken. But when he opened his eyes he had trouble believing that he was not still in a dream: his feet seemed to be halfway inside of some sort of gaping mouth, and they were covered in some kind of grey slaiva or slime, but when he tried to pull his legs free they refused to move! He was somehow paralyzed! And now he felt a huge tug and the tightening pressure of a snake around his waist...no wait it wasn't a snake, it was some kind of crawling tongue thing and it had him by the midriff!!!

Billy was paralyzed from the waist down by some kind of anesthetic, and being drawn into the maw of the gigantic mushroom! If ever there was a time for Captain Marvel it was now! "SHAZAM!!!" Cried Billy and the magic thunder roared, transforming mild Billy Batson into the mighty Captain Marvel, but it was already too late: the goopy gray saliva that now covered Captain Marvel's magnificent muscular legs had already done its evil. For all his power, the mighty hero was still being drawn into the terrible slimy trap, and more of the vile fluid was now seeping through his tight red costume over his torso and arms, rendering him as defenseless as a day-old kitten! cap thought to free his yellow rubber boots from the trap, but they too were mired in some kind of sticky goo and his limbs felt like lead upon lead.

With a slow steady jerking motion the evil fungus pulled the super hero's legs deeper and deeper into its maw, dripping warm gray jelly over Captain Marvel's beautiful body, drenching his red costume in disgusting paralytic slime. His huge body, now limp and defenseless, reached the tipping point and Cap suddenly slid down into the interior of the mushroom with a gelatinous "splash". As Cap gazed upward, he mustered all of his remaining strength and feebly reached his long muscular arm towards the gaping hole he had just slid through, reaching for the light of day beyond, but perhaps sensing that its prey was still able to escape, the mushroom snapped shut before Cap could reach the lip of his prison. His powerful arm slid back into the miasma of warm jelly and the articulated "tongue" coiled around Cap's slim waist tightened around him like a Python, dragging Cap deeper into its dark embrace. As much as Captain Marvel wanted to free himself from this wicked plant-trap, he had begun to feel very very sleepy, as if he needed to sleep for a month or more to regain his lost strength. his mind fogged and spun and he felt as if he were floating high above the forest floor on a warm cloud, the sun beating down on his breast, warming his muscles, relaxed, warm...need to sleep....and then he was.