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…
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"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 swimming around in the most sensitive part of his body, wiggling, settling, getting comfortable. The flight left at noon. Hours later, the plane hummed. Drink carts rattled down the aisle. **CLINK CLINK** Somewhere behind him a baby fussed and a man laughed too loud at his own movie. Rex sat in seat 23A in his blue palm tree shirt, sweating, hands behind his head, trying to look casual and failing completely. His balls ached. Full didn't cover it. Every bump of turbulence made them shift and slosh, and every slosh made Cathy squirm, and every squirm sent a hot spark straight up through him. 'Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Do NOT think about the fact that Cathy is warm liquid churning around in your sack right now, that she can probably feel everything, that she's touching you from the INSIDE.' He totally thought about it.
His cock stirred in his shorts. Then it swelled. The bulge grew fast, tenting the blue fabric, and he felt Cathy get pulled toward the pressure, felt her flutter with something that did NOT feel like panic. 'This kid looks like he's about to burst. Fear of flying, poor guy, the old woman across the aisle thought, going back to her crossword.' "No no no," Rex whispered. He grabbed the seat armrests, knuckles white. His cock throbbed against his waistband, precum already welling up, and deep in his balls, Cathy TWITCHED. He shot up, mumbled "excuse me" to nobody, and speed walked down the aisle to the bathroom, hunched over his own tent the whole way. The lock clicked and the sign changed to OCCUPIED.
The airplane bathroom was the size of a coffin. Rex sat on the closed toilet lid, shorts around his knees, staring at his own cock like it had betrayed him. It stood straight up, flushed and throbbing, a fat bead of precum already sliding down the head. 'That's HER. That precum has Cathy in it. Oh god, part of her is leaking out of me at thirty thousand feet!' Inside his balls, Cathy was losing her mind. 'Something's happening~ I'm moving~ I'm being pulled UP~' She felt herself flowing, part of her mass getting sucked toward the base of his cock, squeezed through tubes tighter than anything she could imagine. The pressure was everywhere, hot pumping blood all around her, his heartbeat thundering through her liquid body like a drum. 'This wasn't the plan! Not on the PLANE! He was supposed to hold it until the hotel~ but oh~ oh this feels~' The plan was a nice hotel room. The plan was privacy. Rex gripped the tiny sink and tried to breathe. He tried thinking about taxes. Airport food. His grandmother's dentures. Nothing worked and his cock only twitched harder, another drop of precum welling up, and every twitch made Cathy shift and slosh inside him, and every slosh made him harder. "I'm sorry," he whispered to his own crotch. "I'm so sorry, babe. I can't hold it."
He grabbed a wad of toilet paper in one hand and his cock in the other. **FAP FAP FAP** 'Ohhhh~ OHHHH~' Cathy felt the whole world start shaking. His hand pumping outside translated to earthquakes inside. His balls tightened, drew up, and she felt herself being churned, whipped around, pushed toward the opening. 'I'm going~ he's actually going to~ AHHHHN~' Rex bit down on his own shoulder to stay quiet. The pressure built at the base of his spine, his balls pulled up tight, and then everything let go. **SPURT SPURT SPURT** He came hard into the toilet paper, rope after thick rope soaking the wad, his hips jerking. And he FELT her in every shot, felt her squeezed through him, hot and alive, splattering into the paper. Cathy's world exploded. Being pushed through his cock was like being fired from a cannon made of pure pleasure, every nerve of her liquid body dragged across every nerve of his. She landed in the paper in a scattered, gasping mess. 'That was~ that was the most intense thing I have ever~ wait. Wait... something's wrong!' Half of her was still inside. She could feel it clearly now, split in two. Part of her soaking into rough toilet paper, cooling, starting to dry at the edges. The other part is still swimming warm and heavy in his balls, already refilling. Rex sat panting, sweaty, then looked at the soaked wad in his hand. He couldn't flush her. He couldn't throw her away. So he did the only thing his post-orgasm brain could come up with. He folded the sticky paper, and stuffed it down the front of his shorts. **KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK** "Buddy, come on! Some of us got emergencies out here!" Rex fumbled his shorts up and opened the door. A large red-faced man pushed past him into the bathroom without a word. 'Twenty minutes! TWENTY MINUTES that kid was in there and I'm about to lose a fight with airline lasagna, the man thought', slamming the lock.
Rex walked back down the aisle with a cum-soaked wad of his transformed girlfriend pressed against his softening cock, face burning red. He dropped into 23A and stared straight ahead. The old woman across the aisle looked at him over her crossword. Looked at his flushed face. His sweaty hair. Looked away slowly. 'She knows... Oh god, she knows.' For Cathy, the next hours were the strangest of her life. Half of her drying stiff on scratchy paper against his warm skin. Half of her sloshing in his sack with every bump of turbulence. 'I'm in two places at once. I'm crusty AND warm. This is so unbelievably weird~'
The hotel room was small but clean, white walls, a little table by the window, the sea glowing orange outside. Rex locked the door, pulled the stiff crumpled paper out of his shorts, and laid it on the table. It looked exactly like what it was. A cum-stained tissue after a jerk off session. Crusty, wrinkled, sad. "Okay babe. Coming back now." He pressed the blue button. The screen flashed red. TRANSFER INCOMPLETE. SAMPLE 54% MISSING. "What? No no no." He pressed again. Same red flash. Then it hit him and his stomach dropped. "Not all of you came out. You're still... oh you have GOT to be kidding me." He had to empty himself... completely. Rex dropped his pants, aimed at the table next to the paper and started jerking. **FAP FAP FAP** The first one came fast, still worked up from the flight. **SPURT** He shot across the table, half of it missing the paper entirely, splattering the wood. "Oh shit." He scraped it toward the pile with the tissue. Cathy felt EVERYTHING. The blood pumping, his balls spasming, herself being squeezed up the pipe and blasted out in ropes. 'AHHHN~ again~ he's doing it AGAIN~' Each load reunited more of her with herself, scattered puddles of her awareness slowly merging on the tabletop. The second took ten minutes. The third took twenty, his cock red and oversensitive, his legs shaking. **FAP FAP FAP** The fourth was almost dry, his balls aching, sweat dripping off his nose onto the table. He checked the device. SAMPLE 96%.
"Come ON!" Rex gritted his teeth and went for round five, hunched over the table, whole arm burning, and after an eternity of desperate stroking he squeezed out a few weak droplets with a groan that sounded more like pain than pleasure. SAMPLE 100%. TRANSFER READY. He slapped the button. The puddle on the table shivered, rose, swelled upward into a column of white that shaped legs, hips, chest, freckles blooming back across pale skin. Cathy stood naked on the hotel floor, flushed pink from head to toe, hair a mess, chest heaving. She looked at him. Then down at his poor, exhausted, softening cock. She bit her lip. "Hey there~" she breathed. "Couldn't hold it in, huh? Maybe we should have some fu..." Rex's eyes rolled back. His knees folded, and he hit the carpet with a soft **THUD**, asleep before he landed, snoring within seconds. Cathy stood over him, shocked, then a little angry, arms crossed over her bare chest. Five loads and the man had NOTHING left for her. She had to wait a full day for him to recover before they could have any real fun. But after that, the vacation was perfect: Beach, sangria, sea, sun and Rex trying very hard not to think about the flight home, when she had to go back in again.