Encounter 8 - Cushy
Hours passed. Rebecca and I awoke at around 3 in the afternoon with all our energy returned. We had opened our eyes at about the same time, happy to see each other as always. Scooting over to her I let her wrap me up. Whisking her hair out of the way we leaned in, softly kissing and making out, hums of passion leaving our lips. “You’re so hot,” I cooed between a kiss.
“You’re hotter.”
“No you.”
“Mmmhmhm...”
Exchanges of compliments and dirty lines continued until she slithered a hand toward my junk...
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Mark took a quick breath in at my move, letting the air out just as quickly with a smile. I let him get his erection though as I was fondling him he struck back with his own surprise: a hand at my elastic sex. He loved to play with my labia...
We both moaned and whimpered for a minute or so, then went back to making out in this position. I put my lips to his and mingled tongues as he slipped off my panties and inserted softly.
At this I sterilized myself, making sure to let him know I did once we eased off this kiss. “I want you to give it your all,” I said, and a few moments after that smirk Mark delivered on that request. He posted his forearms at my shoulders like tree trunks and positioned my wet pussy right at the tip of his scepter before ramming me again and again into his arms, sometimes accidentally softening me as we fucked, and with all these sensations he had me cumming a little earlier than he did; about 5 and a half minutes into our intercourse.
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“Oh Markie you made me soft and wet,” moaned Rebecca as I loomed atop her. I lowered my chest to hers and again we kissed, licking each other’s tongues and whining with delight. Soon I let up.
“Make ‘em bigger... I want those cups so big and firm I get a cushion for my chest,” I whispered lustfully as her boobs stretched and expanded into bountiful orbs that, at my squeeze, felt very supportive and hefty. Laying on them Rebecca squealed and my guess would be that she moistened again. As her bra slipped away into her bosom I moved up and down on these new globes, eliciting some whimpers from my elastic girlfriend.
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“That... feels... perfect... mmmmmm...” I breathed at Mark’s motions. “Yh-you know you don’t have to... just, bang me and all... I-I can make more... or become other ladies for you... haaAhh...”
“Mmm, that’s nice of you sweetie, but I think your natural body should be the one getting a workout here.”
His voice was so smooth... “L-later then? I’m like... Mystique... I can become anybody...”
“Maybe later...” He rolled off of me and I promptly retracted my breasts to normal, then I formed a new set of underwear.
“What time is it again...?”
“I’ll check my phone... 2:50. We should pack.” He ruffled about the bedclothes as I became a goo, melting over the fitted sheet to clean off the mess we made.
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“Rebec— oh.”
Watching her flow about was both arousing and entertaining so I waited on her to revert. Within a few moments, she did, so I figured I’d just ask the question. “You just morph into your own carry-on right?”
“I can with enough patience but then I wouldn’t be a human, silly, I wanna speak with you for the ride there!” she replied cutely.
“Mmmkay,” I giggled. “So how will you pack?”
“Truth be told I don’t really need to; I almost never have to shower and I create my own outfits. Also I realized I haven’t been using my phone since we met at the mall so if you wouldn’t mind watching this...”
She dug a hand into her thigh which dipped and caved at its sharp touch... then it... opened... to reveal a fleshy pocket with her phone...
Pulling the device out and sealing the compartment in her leg she acted very nonchalant about this five-second stomach-turner. “I think I do mind watching that... if you could maybe not do that when I’m looking that’d be great...”
“My bad. Note to self: no thigh storage around Mark,” she responded as her finger morphed into a ballpoint pen which wrote her note on her arm.
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“Alright I get it,” said Mark with a dash of envy. “Your body adapts to everything you need it to.” He sighed. “You know, how do you even shapeshift and change anyway?”
“Do you really wanna know? Like, heh, if thigh storage shook you, then you’re really in for it if I tell you the source of my powers.”
“Door’s open, Rebecca,” he replied sternly. “Now walk through it.”
“Fine. I made slime, like with a bunch of chemicals and stuff, and created a gelatinous substance that changes color and malleability with temperature.”
“And?”
“And... I had sex with it.”
“How do— mm. Kay.”
“Yep, I poured it right into my vagina. Now because my body is hotter than room temperature and always has electrical signals running through it...”
“It expanded and overtook you.”
“It filled me. As in it rapidly grew and dissolved all my organs including my skin, from the INSIDE OUT, and turned me into a goopy puddle rife with DC current.”
“That’s hot,” joked Mark. I shot him a death stare. “S-Sorry, just being sarcastic. Carry on.”
I exhaled. “I guess because there was electricity still within me I could control the puddle. We can talk about my recovery sometime else because it was really quite the journey but eventually I ended up looking like what’s talking to you right now.”
“Sometime else then. Thanks for getting that off my chest.”
“You’re welcome.”
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“Okay before you freak out I have a secret for you too,” I said as I moved into the closet. “When I go out camping or hunting... I bring a shotgun... a Winchester 12-gauge...”
“Ah.”
“You okay with that?”
“Well, you plan on a hunt?”
“Taking down a duck would be tasty, but the more accurate reason I bring the gun...” I stepped out with the weapon in hand. “...is because I’m terrified of bears.”
“Ha-haHA! Of BEARS?!” Rebecca cackled obnoxiously. “When the hell was the last time you saw a bear?!”
“With my uncle.” I beamed her with eyes like laser cutters.
“...”
“We didn’t kill it; but my uncle Andrew shot it in the shoulder after it prowled around our campsite seemingly scavenging and then we bounced the fuck out. That’s how he got the nickname Smokey Andrew; he ‘smoked’ the bear.”
We each puffed some air out our mouths. “Damn,” Rebecca chimed.
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“Well I’m cool with guns. Is that the one your uncle used?”
“Nah, this one’s newer. Also he used a pump. This is a semi-auto.”
“What round do you prefer?”
“Just birdshot usually, but I have some buckshot and Defender shells handy in the ammo safe in there.”
“You’ll have to explain that later in a bit more detail. Also, sorry for laughing at the bear thing.”
“You’re good. Now I need to get packing. I assume you need to get shifting?”
“You know me so well.” I hopped off the bed and kissed Mark on the lips. “Just tap me if you need me!” I hollered as I slid back by the pillows we rested on, curled up, and allowed my body to lighten in both color and weight as my insides turned to feathers and my skin became a zipped fabric case as well as a linen one. Retracting my limbs, head, neck and hair I took a rectangular shape and stood by at the headboard of Mark’s cushy bed, resting atop my fellow pillows.