Pleasure Cruise - Part XXV (Patreon)

1,100+ words illustrate two new stars, and Carina's seduction...

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The twinned women let out a guttural gasp of arousal that shook their bodies. Their forms wobbled with exaggerated gusto, as if their bones were softening. Carina watched their necks start to widen as their noses sunk into their faces. Their mouths and eyes began to shift downwards, past cheeks and over chins along their thickened necks.

The duo could feel their bones and muscles soften, loosen, then knit together. It was a warm comforting feeling, like being hugged from the inside. The contraction of their noses - which had lost all the stiff cartilage - was as smooth as taking in their last breath. For the time they opened their mouths to continue sucking in the air they needed, barely noticing that their gums had overtaken their teeth. With their bones no longer a limiting factor the shifting of their mouths and eyes had the sensation of a particularly deep massage.

For a brief moment the brunette’s black bikinis strained as their bodies shifted, arms and legs growing wider at their bases while fingers and toes at each end melded together. But the material relaxed as their mass began to shrink. Carina saw their pussies move upwards. This was at a slower pace than their still descending eyes and lips.

The contraction of their flesh pushed the pair’s sensations of euphoria even higher - gone were all the pain receptors and numb parts, taken over by those which could feel pleasure. They didn’t even notice their fingers and toes forming pointed nubs at the end of limbs which were looking more and more interchangeable. They did feel their pussies moving, their glistening slits leaving a slug-like trail of bliss along their abdomen.

After a few moments vaginas and mouths met at the women’s belly buttons, a single glistening depth forming from them. Lower and upper lips melded as one raised ridge. The sensitivity of one merging with the flexibility of the other. Their tongues remained in place, clits slipping inside and perching upon their tips. They gained a little more flexibility, running along the edge of their open suck holes and searching for something more to rub against.

Their torsos had melted away into the mass of their limbs. The slight breasts that had recently been complained about melted away, leaving only a dark pair of nipple nubs that also shifted down and inwards.

Their eyes, rolling in erotic pleasure, settled above the aroused maws. The vestigial nipple nubs rested beneath the wet depths, as if mirroring the eyes like the four - :: - dots on a game die. Each of their arms, legs, and featureless heads had continued to change. They shifted and moved until the thick base of each conical extension was evenly spaced around the twitching orifice at their center. Small suckers formed on the underside of each limb, and the women’s backs formed a smooth-yet-tough light amber hide.

If it weren’t for their eyes - glossy and unfocused as their minds attempted to process all that was happening - it would have been impossible to tell which side of the transformed women was technically their former “top.”

They no longer had the musculature to remain upright on the side of the pool, and Carina watched the pair of newly minted starfish topple into the water. Their lungs had long vanished, and now their new pleasure holes were intended for a single purpose. A force pulled them to Areola’s floating breasts, where they leapt from the little waves and each latched onto a nipple.

The rim of their maws perfectly fit over the stiff tips, grabbing tightly and suckling as their clit-tongues caressed the surfaces of their sensitive captives. The suckers along each of their five limbs latched onto the mermaid’s round and soft skin with gentle - yet unbreakable - force.

Carina now saw that they’d retained a small tuft of brunette hair which dangled from the center of their yellow forms giving the appearance of thick, living pasties with tassels latched upon the mermaid’s chest.

“Oh! Oh my! This is…hmmm…” Areola mewed, her face stretching and shifting as she considered what had just happened to her companions. She bit her lip and quivered in the water as she felt the ceaseless suckling on her nipples.

“Are they…you…okay?” Carina asked.

“Ah, yes,” Areola mewed, then she turned and looked down at her companions, “Well, you two really got what you really wanted this time, didn’t you?” The mermaid smiled and curled the brunette tufts in her fingers, letting out an aroused “Yip!” as she gently tugged and realized doing so allowed her to induce a tug on her sensitive tips. “You were always boob obsessed hangers-on, and now…”

Carina could feel her perma-aroused cock getting even harder as she watched the pleasure warping Areola’s expressions. Caught up in the scene playing out before her, Carina's grip slipped and her blue rod popped up from her legs.

“Oh, you’ve been holding out on us…” the mermaid smiled. Her tail returned her to the side of the pool and she patted the ledge that had moments before been the last seat of her formerly human boob décor. “Bring that over here…let’s give these two a ride.”

For a moment Carina held out. But the mermaid’s fingers playing across the ledge, her bulbous breasts rocking in the water, it was all too enticing. With a sigh she rose from the rattan, her bare skin retaining briefly the pattern of the woven wood. She dipped her feet into the pool, shivering and bristling at the cool water in the night air.

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll get you plenty warm…well, part of you, at least,” Areola smiled, the hand that had been petting the ledge sliding up Carina’s thigh, tracing her stomach, and then gliding across the underside of her left breast just short of flicking Carina’s nipple. It slid back down over her mons and joined the other to start at the swollen ridge of Carina’s labia before gently tickling up her shaft.

Now it was Carina’s turn to bite her lip. Areola guided the saluting length down towards the water’s ripples, leaning back so her breasts breached the surface and rocked back and forth. Their riders remained attached, wet tufts of hair glistening in the moonlight.

Areola took her lips to the end of Carina’s cock and sucked on the tip so her hands were free to capture it’s girth between her boobs. Once it was locked within the soft curves Areola threw back her head with a little leaving kiss. The fins at the end of her tail pressed against the underwater wall of the pool and slowly pushed her away from Carina.

The seated woman tried to hold back her moan, creating an uncomfortable gargle. Water wasn’t the best lubricant typically, but the supernaturally smooth surface of her rubber shaft made up for it. She could feel the tips of the two starfish’s inner limbs gliding against her length, giving the two extremely soft forms of fat a manner of ribbing.

to be continued...