Encounter 2 - Beverage
“R-Rebecca... y-you’re... you’re perfect...” I stuttered, accepting her hug absentmindedly and basking in the warmth of her body against mine.
“No... I’m not perfect. I just have an ability that makes me seem like I am.”
“Well, if it makes you feel better, you’re 99% perfect to me, my little shapeshifter.”
“You’re so CUTE!”
“No, you.”
“I could feel your fingers on me when I was a ball.”
“Neat, do you always have a sense of touch?”
“Always, no matter my form.”
“Awesome.”
She pulled me in tighter as we shuffled upstairs, then she smooched my jaw. Before I could respond to this gesture, she elasticized her way into her clothing... except for her underwear... but I didn’t even notice this due to the manner in which her fluid, ever-dynamic body dressed itself.
I also didn’t see that she had slurped her malleable form back into its native appearance already when Rebecca suddenly clung to my upper torso. Her somewhat modest breasts were clearly squished against my pectorals, not that my chest is rock-hard or really even pronounced, but the position seemed to rile her up. Literally and figuratively. She grinned and giggled, looking up at me as I felt a familiar pressure...
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It was certainly time to play that card. By a mere thought, my cups inflated to the next caliber up. Secreting a pitch black liquid from my skin, I created myself a bra and panties that fit me perfectly while my boobs made themselves into warm d-size globes under my shirt. My pleasant chuckling took on a more sexual undertone; Mark clearly understood the message. He held my tits in his large hands, squeezing them a few times, then coming in for a kiss. I whimpered in delight as his thumbs began dancing on my areolae...
“So how big can you make these?” he asked mischievously.
“As big as I want ‘em... or as you want ‘em.” I backed out of our embrace at that moment. “Say when.”
From then I slowly started to grow my chest, doing so at a perfect speed to really pique Mark’s arousal. Anticipation rife in his eyes, I chose not to remove my top as I wanted to keep teasing him. My boobs spilling out of my ‘bra’ at an e-cup, he told me to stop. “That’s the sweet spot.”
He pressed his fingers even further into my mounds, massaging them and accidentally warming them up. That happens sometimes; an aspect of my abilities is that I can control the temperatures in specific parts of my form. But this time they heated on their own and I didn’t mind. It was due to my sexual excitement in the moment... oooh, he’s at the hem of my shirt...
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I gave Rebecca my naughtiest grin as I gradually lifted her top, sliding my fingertips along her solid but curvy hips as I did. Soon I got to witness just how much mass hung over the edges of her bra’s cups; if her tits were a face they would have been displaying the same horny expression as I.
Once I dropped her shirt onto the hardwood by our feet, she quickly shot a hand to my shoulder. Knowing my optics couldn’t focus on anything but her gorgeous pillows, she reared her back and morphed her black undergarment into burgundy lace lingerie. My eyes popped from their sockets at this. “H-how did you...?!” I sputtered, right before she nonchalantly explained that she likes to generate her underwear from her body.
“I can’t change things that aren’t part of me. But because I created that bra, and it was in contact with me, it shifts just like I do. In fact, I think I forgot to put back on the set of undergarments I was wearing on our date, thanks to my little soccer show. But my clothes... eh, I don’t usually spawn them myself.” There’s a pause... Rebecca picked her teeth for a few seconds and that was it. But my mind was still trying to process all this: Not only is my girlfriend a shapeshifter, she can literally summon and manipulate objects via the pores in her skin! Oh my god does she even HAVE real pores... or did she create those too?! So many questions... Luckily for the sake of our mutual arousal I snapped out of this tizzy within a quick moment.
“Now before you move further with those grabby hands of yours... my breast milk is part of me too. I’m sure you know where I’m going with that idea.”
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“H-hot chocolate,” he blurted out, making a request I’ve not filled out myself in my past experiences. But I was stoked to make him happy, and so I focused all my energy into my bosom, pretending to tap into some giant imaginary muscle that filled out my entire torso. This unorthodox method of altering my fluids proved effective; I could feel my milk becoming creamier inside my breasts, heating up and expanding.
“Mmm, don’t you just want to suck all the warm liquid out of my big, heavy tits?” I teased, pressing them to his chest even harder as the last of my milk changed into the hot beverage.
“They look so full, Rebecca... and my tongue wants a taste.”
“AaaAHh...” I moaned. “Here, have a lick...” The frail fabric of my lingerie seemed to melt and droop down my breasts as it receded into the layers of my skin. Mark, after another few seconds of complete bewilderment, kissed my cheek once and then my right boob twice, once near my shoulder and the next beside my areola. Then, with both his hands, he gripped it at the base and flicked my nipple with his tongue. His first move was slow; he must have noticed the small dab of hot chocolate at the very tip.
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“Oh, aah, AAH,” Rebecca whined, my tongue not only toying with her little friend but also drawing circles around it. I got her to the point of yelling out in pure ecstasy before my strangely plush lips latched on, pulling tight and applying the perfect amount of suction to send spurts of warmth into my maw. Operating purely on assumptions over what I’m supposed to do, I continued with this action, slightly impressed with myself for accomplishing this feat. After ten seconds of this, I let up and allowed the hot chocolate-saliva mixture spill from my mouth and coat Rebecca’s incredibly large tit. “Mmm, dress ‘em like a salad,” she cooed.
I kept my hold, my fingertips spreading the liquid across her skin like finger paint. As I did this she grabbed her other nipple, elongating it slightly to my arousal, before pinching strongly and repeatedly at the base. Jets of warm cocoa hit my neck and chest as we both whined in elation.
This gave me an idea. After a few of these ‘bonus squirts,’ I positioned my ajar mouth over but not touching Rebecca’s erect nip. She seemed to take pleasure in this, keeping up her flow as she whimpered, smiling orgasmically at some points. But right when she didn’t expect it I again activated my tongue in tandem with lips in a second attachment, releasing the drink onto her right breast not long after.
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“Awwwhhh... ohhh...” A waterfall of hot cocoa ran down my boob, tingling and stimulating me. Though I likely sounded tired, I was only getting started. I wanted to transform more. And I really wanted Mark’s dick...
Taking a chance with my next little hoopla I absorbed all the liquid back into my breasts. Mark retracted me into a tight embrace; he knew I enjoyed having my rack pressed against him. Moving his hand down my back he slapped my ass, eliciting a whimper of delight from my lips. Though what he didn’t yet notice is that this action made both of the aforementioned features heat up with shapeshifting delight, expanding to suit the sizes at which I desired to hold them at.
Now both his arms slid toward my rear. Mark planted a hand on each cheek, squeezing, massaging and groping before pulling off the firmest most pleasurable spank I’ve ever experienced. “AAAH!” I vigorously cried, knowing from here I was definitely in the mood to shift fully for him. It would allow me release for myself, and he’d get his release in me.