Intimate traveling - Cum TF
Tags: Inanimate, Cum TF, Melting, Body Part TF
"Double… DOUBLE, Rex!" Cathy slammed the laptop shut so hard the table shook. "Two hours ago, these tickets were half this price. Adaptive pricing, my ASS! The website sees us looking and jacks it up!" Rex leaned back on the couch and rubbed his face. Their vacation to Spain was supposed to be simp…
"Double… DOUBLE, Rex!" Cathy slammed the laptop shut so hard the table shook. "Two hours ago, these tickets were half this price. Adaptive pricing, my ASS! The website sees us looking and jacks it up!" Rex leaned back on the couch and rubbed his face. Their vacation to Spain was supposed to be simple. One week near the sea, cheap sangria, sand between their toes. But Cathy was the biggest cheapskate he had ever met and watching the ticket prices climb had physically hurt her. He could see it in her eyes. Every refresh of the page had been like a punch to her wallet. Cathy was small and fierce, red hair in a messy bun, freckles across her nose, wearing his old college shirt that hung off one shoulder. When she got that look on her face, the one she had right now, it meant trouble. "I have an idea," she said slowly. "Cathy… no." "You don't even know what it is yet!" "Your ideas cost me a security deposit once." She dug into her bag and pulled out a small device. It looked like a phone crossed with a garage door remote, matte black with a single blue button and a tiny screen. "You remember my friend Tomas? The one super into transformation tech? He gave me this for cheap. Practically free." Rex stared at it. Transformation tech was new, barely legal, the kind of thing you saw on weird news segments and internet forums. "What does it do?" Cathy grinned, and it was the grin of a woman about to save four hundred euros. "It turns me into your cum. We buy ONE ticket. You carry me in your balls. We land, you jerk me out at the hotel, click the button and I turn back. Boom. Half-price vacation." The silence stretched for a long time. "You're insane," Rex finally said. "You are actually insane." "Four. Hundred. Euros. Rex!" 'She's actually serious. She would rather live in my nutsack for twelve hours than pay full price.' He argued. He really did try. But arguing with Cathy about money was like arguing with the tide, and by midnight, he had agreed, and by morning they stood in the bedroom with the device between them and one single boarding pass on his phone. "Okay," Cathy said, stripping her clothes off and folding them neatly into the suitcase. She stood naked in the morning light, hands on her hips, freckles everywhere. "Tomas said it takes about a minute. Don't freak out." "Don't freak out... sure. My girlfriend is about to become ball juice, but don't freak out." "Rex." She kissed him, quick and warm. "See you in Spain." She pressed the button. The change started at her feet. Her toes lost their shape first, skin going glossy and pale, the pink flesh tone draining into a thick milky white. Her feet sagged like warm wax, then collapsed into a puddle with a soft **SPLAT**. "Oh," Cathy said, looking down. "Oh, that's WEIRD~" 'I can feel my legs melting. It doesn't hurt. It just feels warm, like sinking into a bath, but the bath is ME.' Her calves went next, bones dissolving into liquid, muscle turning to thick white slime that ran down and joined the puddle. She dropped in height fast, knees gone, thighs sagging, her hips slumping into the growing pool like a candle burned down too fast. "Cathy? CATHY?" Rex grabbed at her shoulders, and his fingers sank in. Her skin gave way like pudding, and he yanked his hands back with a wet **SHLORP**, strings of white goo stretching between his fingers and her dissolving arms. "It's fine~ ahh~ it's fine, it feels~ mmmm~" Her voice went bubbly as her chest caved inward, her breasts losing shape, sliding down her melting ribs. 'Every part of me that melts is still ME. I can feel the carpet through the puddle. I can feel the air on my surface. I'm becoming thick and warm and sticky and it feels kind of amazing~' Her face was last. Her freckles faded into smooth white. Her eyes stayed locked on his until the very end, and then her head slumped, folded, and poured down into the rest of her with a heavy **GLORP**. Where his girlfriend had stood, there was now a puddle of cum on the bedroom carpet. Maybe two cups worth. Thick, white, glistening and it TWITCHED. "Oh god." Rex's stomach turned. "Oh god, okay... okay." The device screen blinked: TRANSFER READY. PLACE SAMPLE IN CONTACT WITH HOST. He knelt down and touched the puddle with one shaking hand. The goo was warm, body warm, and the second his skin met it, it MOVED. It flowed up his fingers, up his wrist, soaking through his skin like water into a sponge, and he felt it travel. Under his skin. Down his arm. Through his body. A warm crawling pressure sliding down his stomach, into his groin, and then his balls got HEAVY. "Hnnngh!" He doubled over. His sack felt full, swollen, stretched, like the morning after a week of nothing, times ten. And inside, he felt her. A tiny squirming flutter, like a heartbeat that wasn't his. 'She's in there. She's actually IN there. That's my girlfriend. In my balls.' The wrongness of it made his skin crawl. It wasn't pain. It was worse than pain. It was the constant awareness of a second person swim
