The days following the Great Fusion Wave were a blur of discovery for Ryan and Sophie. The world outside their apartment buzzed with chaos—news reports of cities half-transformed, people fused with animals, objects, even buildings—but inside, their focus was singular: their new, merged body. Ryan woke each morning to the now-familiar sensation of Sophie stirring, her 18-inch length hardening into morning wood, her glans-head blinking awake as her hazel eyes fluttered open. “Good morning,” she’d murmur, her voice husky from her urethra-mouth, and Ryan would groan, already feeling the heat pooling in his feminine pelvis, his pussy—Sophie’s pussy—growing slick between his soft thighs.
“Fuck, Soph, you’re relentless,” he’d mutter, rolling onto his side to glance down at her. She grinned, her mouth parting slightly to reveal a bead of pre-cum, her tits jiggling faintly as she pulsed with his heartbeat. Her veiny torso gleamed in the morning light, a seamless meld of his cock’s base into her flesh, her skin taut and warm. She was beautiful in a way he couldn’t have imagined—grotesque yet intoxicating, a living extension of his own lust.
“I can’t help it,” she teased, flexing herself so her length bobbed. “You feel so good all the time. Touch me, Ryan.” It was a request she made often, and he couldn’t resist. He’d sit up, his feminine legs spreading naturally, and run his hands over his new body—squeezing his plush ass, tracing the curve of his hips, brushing the wet folds of his pussy. Every touch sent jolts through Sophie too, her moans echoing from her mouth as he played with himself. But it was her he craved most. He’d curl forward, his spine bending easily with his altered frame, and kiss her—first her lips, tasting his own pre-cum, then along her shaft, his tongue lapping at her veiny skin, her tits pressing against his face as he sucked her off.
The first time he’d gone all the way again after that initial night, he’d been bolder. He’d taken her deep, her 18-inch length stretching his throat, her head pulsing against his tongue as she cried out, “Yes, Ryan, fuck, don’t stop!” Her cum had flooded him, thick and hot, spilling down his chin as his pussy clenched in a mirrored orgasm, soaking his thighs. Afterward, she’d softened to eight inches, “sleeping” as he caught his breath, her face serene until the next arousal woke her.
By the third day, they’d settled into a rhythm. Ryan learned he could tuck her into his pants when she was soft, though her weight was a constant reminder between his legs. When she hardened, he’d free her, letting her rise proud and rigid, her tits swaying as she begged for attention. “I can feel you walking,” she’d said once, giggling. “Every step rubs me just right.” He’d smirked, adjusting his gait to tease her, feeling her throb in response.
That afternoon, a knock at the door jolted them from their haze. Ryan froze, his hand still cupping Sophie’s flaccid form, her face slack against his thigh. “Who’s that?” she mumbled, stirring slightly.
“Dunno,” he said, pulling a loose shirt over his chest and tugging on sweatpants, careful to drape them over Sophie. “Stay quiet, okay?” She nodded—or tried to, her head barely shifting—and he shuffled to the door, his feminine hips swaying unfamiliarly.
He opened it to find Jane, Sophie’s best friend, standing there. She was a petite brunette with sharp green eyes, but something was off. Her posture was strange—too fluid, her torso bending slightly as she shifted her weight. “Hey, Ryan,” she said, her voice tight. “Is Sophie here? I’ve been texting her, but…” She trailed off, her gaze flicking over him, lingering on his hips.
“Uh, yeah, she’s… here,” he said, stepping back to let her in. His heart raced. How the hell was he going to explain this? Jane stepped inside, her movements oddly sinuous, and he shut the door behind her. She wore a loose hoodie and leggings, but the way she moved—almost slithering—set his nerves on edge.
“Jane!” Sophie’s voice piped up, muffled by the sweatpants. Ryan flinched, and Jane’s eyes widened, darting to his crotch. Sophie pushed against the fabric, hardening slightly, her eight-inch form stretching the material. “Oh shit, Ryan, let me out—I wanna see her!”
“Sophie?” Jane’s voice cracked, her hands flying to her mouth. “Is that… what I think it is?”
Ryan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. The Fusion Wave hit us. Hard.” He tugged down the waistband, letting Sophie spring free. She swelled to her full 18 inches, her veiny torso gleaming, her tits bouncing as she straightened. Her glans-head turned toward Jane, her mouth parting in a grin. “Hey, girl! Miss me?”
Jane stumbled back, her face a mix of shock and something else—her cheeks flushed, her breath hitching. “Holy fuck, Sophie, you’re… you’re his cock?” She stared, transfixed, as Sophie pulsed slightly, a drop of pre-cum glistening at her lips.
“Yep,” Sophie said, her tone playful despite her form. “And it’s awesome. Ryan’s been taking real good care of me.” She flexed, making her length bob, and Ryan groaned as a wave of heat shot through him, his pussy dampening.
Jane’s eyes flicked to Ryan, then back to Sophie, her tongue darting out to wet her lips—an oddly long tongue, he noticed. “I… I don’t even know what to say,” she stammered, but her gaze didn’t waver. “You’re still you, though? Like, your mind?”
“Mostly,” Sophie said. “I control me—kinda. Ryan’s got the rest. But I feel everything he does to me. Everything.” She smirked, and Ryan felt her throb, her arousal feeding into his own.
Jane shifted, her hoodie slipping slightly, revealing a glimpse of pale, shimmering skin beneath—scales? Ryan frowned, but she quickly tugged it back up. “You’re not the only one who got hit,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “I came to check on you, but… I’ve got my own shit going on.”
“What happened to you?” Ryan asked, stepping closer. Sophie tilted her head, curious, her tits swaying faintly.
Jane hesitated, her hands twisting together. “It’s… weird. Really weird. I merged with something too.” She took a deep breath, her chest rising under the hoodie, and Ryan caught a faint outline—breasts, but no nipples poking through. “I’ll show you, but… you’ve gotta promise not to freak out.”
“We’re way past freaking out,” Sophie said, laughing. “Show us!”
Jane nodded, her movements slow, deliberate. She unzipped her hoodie, letting it fall, and Ryan’s breath caught. Her torso was impossibly flexible, bending as she shrugged the fabric off, revealing pale scales glinting from her collarbone to her thighs. Her breasts, still full and round, shimmered with that same scaly sheen, their tips smooth and nipple-less but visibly sensitive as she shivered. “I fused with my snake,” she said, her voice low. “My pet, Sable. He’s… part of me now.”
“Holy shit,” Ryan muttered, his eyes tracing the scales down her abdomen. Sophie pulsed, hardening further, her mouth parting as she stared.
“You’re gorgeous,” Sophie said, her tone thick with awe—and lust. “What else changed?”
Jane’s flush deepened, her hands hovering over her leggings. “A lot,” she admitted. “But… I don’t know if I should—”
“Please,” Sophie cut in, her voice needy. “I wanna see. Ryan does too—he’s getting all wet down there.” Ryan shot her a look, but she wasn’t wrong; his pussy was soaked, his thighs trembling as he watched Jane.
Jane bit her lip, then nodded. “Okay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She hooked her thumbs into her leggings, and Ryan’s heart pounded as she began to slide them down, hinting at the transformation beneath.