Pleasure Cruise - Part XXII (Patreon)

1,000+ words brings Carina to an intimate encounter on an elevator she would never had predicted...

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There was swiftly nothing left of her Cupid’s bow, as the center dip of her upper lip stretched into her philtrum. The vermillion borders of her upper and lower lips merged, smoothing out the corners of her mouth. New commissures formed, but these were above and below each other at the center of the blonde’s...mouth?

The verticalized lips stretched up along either side of the kneeling’s woman’s nose, and it began to pull in on itself. The nostrils merged with the shifting mouth, and the tip of the blonde’s nose pulled back until it had settled into the upper crevice of the puffing lips.

It was now clear that the blonde’s mouth and nose were forming a new vagina in the center of her face, the nose-turned-clit settling in under a new hood just below the center of the woman’s eyes. Carina watched the woman’s jaw flex and stretch, moving around and distorting the fat vertical lips and the coral sheath that had bloomed out from within them.

As the blonde stared down at her own face cross-eyed Carina could see a bit of moist pink poke out from the inner labia. Although it was clear there were no vagina dentata, the kneeling woman’s altered maw had retained a tongue! It slipped out at the bottom corner and slid upwards, exploring as much of the folds as it could reach. It stopped about two-thirds of the way up the wet recess - which made sense, as Carina doubted the woman had ever been flexible enough to lick her own nose.

This did mean, however, that despite having an impossibly perfect set-up, the blonde was still unable to lick even her newly formed clit!

“Whaw…” sputtered from the blonde’s fluttering vaginal lips, moving in an extremely strange manner for labia. She finally moved her hands in to further explore what had happened, gliding down creases and invading nooks. As her hands toyed with her face pussy her body flushed and went a very deep red.

And a mixture of saliva and womanly lubricant began to dribble onto her chin.

Then her eyes locked back onto Carina’s stiff blue instrument?

“How aboub mow?” her eyes fluttered seductively as she again leaned forward towards Carina’s rod.

For a moment Carina could only wonder at what she’d just seen. Yes, she knew that everyone on board knew this could happen. That Captain Daphne said that whatever caused the transformations tapped into some sort of deep and real desire. What everyone else was experiencing with their changes was not like what had happened to her.

But it still boggled Carina’s mind that a woman could suddenly find her mouth turned into a vagina, a huge life-changing alteration, and instead of jumping up screaming she instead dove right into “Blowjob?” Mode.

Speaking of diving and blowjobs, Carina shuddered as the virgin vagina splitting the blonde’s face engulfed the tip of her rubber dick. Despite its size the woman had the ability to tighten the interior of her pussy, partially thanks to the tongue. Carina groaned as she felt the head of her blue cock plunge snuggly into the warm, wet recesses.

The kneeling woman’s eyes were closed as she pushed herself further and further along Carina’s length, adjusting herself so her throat was properly aligned to take the whole thing. Both she and Carina moaned as the blonde soon found her eyes and forehead pressed against Carina’s mons.

And then the blonde leaned back.

“Oh...ah, fuck…” Carina gasped as her companion rocked back and forth, the walls of the wet pocket and the moving tongue bringing Carina to the brink.

“I’m there, I’m there, I’m gonna-”

‘Cum’ caught in Carina’s throat, but her blue flood flowed easily through her shaft. Droplets of it sputtered out from the blonde’s stuffed labia as the rush overwhelmed her ability to swallow. She pulled away, gasping as blue spunk poured out of her slit, over her chin, and into her cleavage. Carina wasn’t done yet, and a few spurts splashed over her face, neck, and shoulders before the spray weakened to drop the rest onto her boobs.

Both were breathing deeply, the blonde’s haggard gasps wet and producing blue bubbles. Carina could already see that her companion’s inner lips were stained blue, likely as permanent as Neome’s coloration.

“Ah fabbem kum web,” the blonde sputtered. She stood up, sapphire streams of spunk pouring down her skin, “Kiff meh!”

The muffled speech - which was certainly impressive if imperfect - was difficult for Carina to quickly grasp, so it was only as the blonde was pushing her face against hers that Carina realized she’d asked for a kiss.

Carina was briefly put off by the idea of her azure slickness smearing across her skin, but as the impossible pussy pushed against her horizontal lips she found an unexpected eroticism to the experience. She found the blonde’s tongue and they danced together through the cross of lips. Carina realized her nose was at the perfect height to find the blonde’s new clit and she began rooting for it like a pig after a truffle.

“Ah, oh, oh, weff, weff…” the blonde’s knees went weak and she fell into Carina, who was still braced against the elevator’s glass wall. This pushed their faces together even more tightly with a moment of punctuated force, and the blonde found her release.

Carina closed her eyes as a mix of her blue cum, saliva, and feminine juices flowed with some force from the blonde’s face faucet. She’d closed her own eyes, her neck reflexively bending back and blowing her orgasm into Carina’s hair. Slick light blue globs slipped down the endowed stowaway’s cheeks and dripped onto her shoulders and breasts.

Within a minute the blonde had regathered her strength, steady enough on her legs to push off of Carina. Strings of stickiness stretched between them, snapping and springing back to their clothes and bodies or dropping to the drenched carpet.

It was only now Carina realized that the elevator had reached its destination long ago. Neither woman had heard the ding, neither had heard the doors open, and neither had realized that the elevator had been held open for an unknown amount of time.

A group of six women had been watching the pair. Some were just slack-jawed, others were pawing at themselves or a companion. But as Carina and the blonde became aware of their audience all six began to applaud and hoot.

to be continued...