As he was rolled around and soaked by the tounge, endlessly squished and reformed, Matt existed in a state of pure bliss. The saliva soaked into him, combining with his body. New memories began to come to what was left of his mind.
Ryan… Ryan Peters. The stubbly crooked smile… the blonde hair… the blue eyes. The muscles. The strong, hard penis. The way his tounge played with his body… he knew exactly what he was doing.
The gym…. Working out…. They made fun of him, called him gay… they wouldn’t anymore… now he was bigger and stronger and hotter than any of them.
Ryan… as a little kid reading a book about transformations. How it shocked and inspired him. How he longed to experience it. To give the experience to others… leading him to the chronivac.
The soft chewing gum thought it could now understand who Ryan was better than anyone else in the world. How he thought, how he carried himself, his drive.
Just then, Matt‘s safe, warm, wet space opened up, revealing the glare of the outside world. The lights were blinding. A booming voice… Ryan. His Ryan.
“Try this out little bro.”
A large object was moving inside the mouth, the teeth coming down, biting and squishing it like it had done to Matt. It was another stick of gum! Before it could think, the tounge pushed Matt’s gooey body forward into the softening mass before him.
Bubble gum! Matt could taste it seemingly with his whole being. The wet, warm tounge began to roll them around, flattening, squeezing, squishing. Combining. Matt was powerless to stop his body from becoming irrecoverably merged with the stick of chewing gum. His brain was ripped and squished, recombined, separated, soaked with Ryan’s saliva. Combined with an inanimate object, combined with Ryan’s warm wetness. He thought as much as he could while his being was invaded so deeply.
I’m Matt…. I’m Ryan….. gum… gummy….. bubbles……sex…..gay…..gummmmm…….
Matt gave in to the pleasure, allowing Ryan’s safe, warm mouth to take him to experiences he never could have imagined.
In the meantime, the timer on the chronivac counted down, reanalyzing the new makeup of its subjects and processing.