Turn On The Faucets

With the slightest mental effort, you open up the flow of Xenoplasm from the pussies in your tits. As you allow them to slowly return to their full size, your top becomes saturated and the excess begins running over Roxie's shoulders and down her body. The heady aroma is intoxicating, but when she first notices the thick goo running down her, she starts to stand. Holding her tightly against you, you scoop a glob from her breast and rub it over her mouth.

"What's happening?" asks Roxie, a bit dazed.

"Dreams are coming true," you explain, sliding a long nailed hand under Roxie's blouse and cradling her mammoth breast.

A bit scared, but paralyzed by the effects of the ****, Roxie snuggles back into you. Bowing your head down you alter your molecular consistency, slowing turning your entire being into the flowing silver goo which runs as your very lifeblood. Roxie begins to struggle slightly as you feel yourself oozing over her. Within seconds, there is nothing left of your earthly body. Your molecules flow thickly over your entrapped friend.

As if caught in a thick wet web, Roxie tries to escape her bonds, thick tendrils pulling her flailing limbs back in close. You tighten your ethereal grip, allowing a part of you to ooze down between Roxie's quivering thighs. You smooth consistency flows effortlessly over her milky thighs as you worm your way into the folds of her pussy. A moan comes from your best friend's slime covered lips as you thicken to a firm gel inside of her. Twisting your being, you manage to fuck her from the inside while the rest of you clenches over her flesh like a living body stocking.

Within minutes, Roxie's struggles change to slow, lustful gyrations as she twists to meet your thrusts. Sensing the arrival of her orgasm, you tense yourself at just the right moment. As her muscles lock beneath the waves of ecstacy, you effectively squeeze every bit as tightly. When the waves subside, you loosen your erotic grip.

Sliding off of Roxie, you reconstitute yourself beside her, your hand gently running over her heaving breast.

"You've got to teach me how to do that," she breathes.