When the Chronivac set up the movie careers of the small minded women, it also set up who was involved in the filming, production and distribution of their films - and who was involved in their newly pornographic lifestyle. The sound of footsteps echoed down the hall leading to the set, and the women all turned their heads at once eagerly anticipating the entry. Their moist and gratuitous features, dripping with ooze and foreign substances, began truly drooling in full.
"Well, girls, looks like you're well on your way." Entering the office was a large, stocky older man named Lucius Bouchard, the money behind the operation, and his 18 year old son, Ted. In contrast to the stocky form of Lucius, Ted was tall, athletic and well built, and immediately drew the eye of the bimbos. Their libidos truly alight due to the all too familiar scent he had.
"Sadly, I can't quite partake today in the festivities. I do suppose you are enjoying yourself, Ted?" Lucius asked as he impartially surveyed the surroundings. He'd taken up this particular pornographic business for both selling to those who knew how to keep quiet about their urges, and for the opportunity for personal enjoyment.
"Yes, Dad, that I do. The girls here fulfill ALL my expectations. Isn't that right, girls!?" Ted shouted over at them, and due to their grotesquely overblown lips, they could only mewl and coo their exclamations of arousal.
"Well, son," The twisted businessman said with a dark grin, "I have other things to tend to. So we have dined, so you shall now enjoy the pleasure of copulation, and the tastes...of the flesh."
"Always sucks," the preppy-jock stated with some bitterness in his voice, "That you're always darting off like this. Can't we just do this like we always have some time soon?"
"Soon." The businessman said with a noncommital tone that made Ted tighten his fist. "Enjoy yourself. After all, they're all yours for a few hours. Isn't that enjoyable in its own right?"
And with that, Lucius left, and Ted regarded the bimbos laying in a pathetic, oozing pile of flesh. He slowly walked over, discarding his jeans and button up shirt as he went. "You love me, girls, don't you? You love how it feels when I just get right up in there. But you can't say it quite right, can you? Cuz you're basically piles of flesh right now..."
Ted then joined them on the floor and started what he always did;
Before long a viscous liquid started secreting from the athletic young man's body as his flesh seemed to mold and become malleable, melting and forming into the bimbos, each of them squealing with pleasure and pain as he conjoined them all together in a growing pile of drool, viscera, flesh and body fluids on the floor. This was the main attraction of the videos - when the copulation and the squealing and the mewling transitioned into the pleasure of The Moment.
The bimbos melted into the same pile of rancid, oozing flesh Ted did, forming thrusting, moaning hills of gasping, grasping arousal. His hands reached out through the swollen lips and eyes of one of the bimbos, who moaned appreciatively as she was taking his well muscled arm all the way through her body. Ted even in his most malleable form kept his groans mostly to himself, but he could not contend that he did not enjoy what he was doing.
The bimbos lips, breasts and eyes melded and flowed over one another, a molten mess of flesh that occasionally let out squamous, gasping noises. Eva lost any hint of the man Edwin that came before as she felt her sister's head emerge out of her own mouth and then melt back down.
All the while, the camera recorded the whole of the pleasant occasion for all of those just sexually different enough to enjoy this kind of a violent, intrusive orgy of the darker side of human inclination.
After about 20 minutes, the all too masculine grunts and groans of Ted issued forth and marked the end of the video, orgasmic sensations flowing through the red, maroon, and peach mass of flesh pulsating on the floor. Ted slowly started parting from the mass of the bimbos on the floor, gasping and reforming into his usual form. Out of that metamorphic mass of flesh emerged the All American face of Lucius Bouchard's son, wiping sweat and other liquids off his face.
Looking down at the bimbo-mass before him, Ted chuckled at the sight, "And with the lot of you as empty-headed as you are, I guess it'll take you girls a while to uh, untangle yourselves. Meanwhile, I'll go get myself some water before we proceed to the next part of the vid." Still naked, the young man now fully formed again walked off.
Leaving the bimbos fused together as a roughly slug-shaped mass of flesh on the floor, covered in scattered eyes, breasts and mouths, tongues trying to dart out from between grotesquely oversized lips to taste the floor and feel cold tiling in between the heat of these shoots. They needed to do these things for Ted and his father in order to get the money to live. And it hurt...and it also felt so incredibly good for them at least.
They'd undergone it so many times by now due to the Chronivac's alterations that they stopped having quite so many negative reactions to being turned into a flesh-mass on the floor. And indeed, at that moment they were so blissed out by the whole day that none of them could assert themselves as individual minds because they were so incredibly airheaded.