‘I’ve given my cock a lot of my attention over the years. If all of me is this sensitive, lets see what else I can blow my load doing to my body.’
Going for the obvious area first, you begin squishing and kneading your chest. As your hands worked polished skin, that erotic sensation resumed and continued to build. The feeling of pseudo pectorals and ribs actually softening was already nearly too much to handle. With much difficulty, you were able to pry both hands away from your mess of a chest. Deciding to wait until most of your torso reformed before continuing was surprisingly hard as your entire body ached for that same attention. The question now was what was going to be next. Your choice was made when you spied the single pair of clean socks that were hanging off of your dresser.
You sat up to reach down and massage your pliable feet, but stopped just shy of touching them. You had a thought.
‘Wait just a second, I’m… stretchy now, aren’t I? Let's see if stretching feels as good as the rumours say.'
Laying back down, you raised one leg straight up into the air. Reaching forward, you took hold of your leg and leisurely rubbed your thigh. Up and down, side to side, with strengthening grip, giving yourself a deep tissue massage that only brought you that much closer to release. The limb softened and drooped backwards. Wiggling toes in your own face, on a leg bent backwards, you pause for a moment.
'I’ve never been into foot stuff before, but my god, this feels so hot!'
Taking the plunge, you take hold of your pinkie toe and pull. The slight jolt of erotic delight had you at the edge. You froze. Whatever move you made would be it, the action that initiated orgasm. You glanced at the time; 7:48 a.m. Wanting to see what would become of your body, you stretch your neck, longer than humanly possible, to watch the spectacle.
This was it.
It started slowly, but quickly built momentum. Your leg started jiggling like a sack full of viscous liquid. The jiggling rapidly shifted to twitching then full convulsions as the orgasm continued. Having no clue what to do with this body, you simply let things happen on their own. You watched as your hand roamed from their place on your leg to pull and squeeze other parts of your body.
One hand drove itself into your stomach, only to press its way through your hips and down the length of your leg still on the bed. The bulge stretched your leg off of the bed, down to the floor, only to ride the feeling and knead your foot from within. Your other hand took hold of your foot and pressed it against your chest. Intertwining with the toes, it guided the appendage across the nipples as your torso started to twist independent of your hips. Your foot and hand were soon diminished to a twisted band around a twisted torso. And still you softened more.
It was a struggle to keep watch over yourself as bodily contours blurred. The constant sounds of moist skin and doughy flesh filling the room with an audible erotic sloshing. You felt as though your entire body was pumping throughout itself the biggest load you would ever shoot, only through itself, but with no release. Seeing yourself, feeling yourself sagging and spreading slowly across the bed and floor, now was the time to examine it. Lowering your extended neck between the two lower limbs of flesh that were rapidly loosing definition, what you saw surprised you.
While being gummy meant you would never be fully hard, arousal would still cause it to grow. Your cock was nearly twice its original hard length and considerably more girthed. Even more surprising was the fact that despite what you had just done to your body, you had yet to completely ejaculate. A steady stream of pre cum flowed from the tip, pooling on the bed between what was left of your deforming legs. It had raised in a limp arc forward during your thorough bodily kneading, reaching to just above your knees. Now, much like the rest of you, it slowly liquefied into a thick mass, flowing towards then over the edge of the mattress.
The feeling was better than the best sex you’d ever had. No longer able to support your drooping head and neck, they suddenly collapsed onto the molten stream of your member. All at once, everything became a white, hot blur of sensation. Your liquefied form tossing and turning and churning in upon itself. Your mass sounded like thd largest batch of cake batter ever being mixed on a sensual low speed. It just kept feeling better the more your body was allowed to do what it wanted. Every time you reached a new height, there was more! The only thing missing was release.
Time had lost meaning to you, your sense of it distorted as your lumpy pool of shimmering flesh oozed on and around the bed. Parts of your mass had flowed down to the floor and you had thrown several globs of yourself around the walls. Beginning to come down from the most extreme orgasm of your life, your body slowly drew whatever it could back together. You would have to reabsorb your separated mass later.
Though still fluid, the return to a human form was nearly as pleasurable as the orgasmic decomposition from solid to liquid. But there was still one thing your body craved, with every drop of your being. Your features slowly began to define themselves while flesh flowed freely. Your member emerged, rising out of fluid from base to tip. Once more it arched forward as it rose, the head yet to form. With a boneless hand, you gingerly touched your squishy dick with only a few fingers.
Release.
The head suddenly emerged from it’s puddle, and you felt the load churning deep within you travel it’s length as your core pumped. Each pump lasted and felt more than three time longer and more powerful that you had every experienced in your life. The first spurt was fired across the bed to the wall about five feet away. The second more powerful and voluminous, arced higher than before as your cock began standing upright. Number three drizzled the foot of the bed, your feet and legs in a coating of thick white seed.
You’d always wanted to pump out massive loads, to have orgasms last minutes instead of seconds. Being a gummy granted that wish in ways you had never dreamed possible. By the end, your body and bed were an absolute mess of gooey jizz and the room had a few splatters on the walls an ceiling. The smell was powerful. Clean up was not going to be fun, so you reminded yourself to masturbate in the bathtub full of hot water next time. For now, you desperately needed to take another shower.
With your orgasm so recent, your body was still very loosely semisolid. You reabsorbed the cooling blobs of your flesh strewn about, simply stepping on those on the floor and poking the smears on the wall. Each piece you took into yourself caused a small jolt of pleasure. By the lost droplet, your drooping dick was already leaking pre again. Glancing once more at the time you received a pleasant shock. The time was 9:43 a.m. You started getting ready to shower again around 30 minutes ago. Your orgasm had lasted more than an hour! Thoroughly pleased with yourself, you step into considerably cooler water than you began in.
Cleaning the spunk from your form, a thought struck. A thought that excited you with the possibilities.
'I just had the single greatest orgasm of my life while masturbating. How many times more intense can the sex be!?'