Until Death Goo Us Part

There, Hunyadi was busy slicing vegetables to throw into the pot roast with methodical precision. Four kitchen knives rose and fell like a metronome as a pile of vegetables slowly turned into a pile of neat and orderly scraps on the cutting board.

"Hey," Ral said as he came up behind her.

"Hey," she replied impassively, not bother to look back.

He hugged her from behind and she shrank down to his height, allowing him to rest his chin on her shoulder. "Sorry for getting upset."

She set the knives down all at once. "Sorry for being an unfuckable fish bowl."

"Hey, come on now; I'm trying to-"

"It doesn't matter what you're trying to do, Ral. It matters what you said," she snapped coldly. Despite her words, her body transfigured itself backwards, allowing the slime to wrap her arms around him in turn. Her slimy skin stuck to his back in an almost comforting way after a year of getting used to the feeling.

"I didn't mean it," he offered quietly.

"It doesn't matter." The pressure against Ral's body grew and he could feel the space between them filling with gooey, wet flesh. Hunyadi's chest expanded against him with purposeful slowness. "Because I'm going to fuck you until your eyes cross to make myself happy anyway."

Ral unwrapped his arms from around her and placed his hands on her hips. She arched a brow at him, knowing exactly what was going through his head. Every time she did this, he had the same two thoughts blazing a trail down from his brain to his thickening arousal. And, seeing as they were alone and he was already naked, there was nothing left but to circle the moment that one of them plugged him into her body.

"Do I get a chance to present my side of the story?" he asked, knowing the answer already.

Hunyadi scoffed. "Not unless it consists of you presenting your dick for reconciliation, mighty and wrathful husband of mine."

"You really want it?" He flexed his erection against the crux of her hastily-forming thighs.

"I want you to show me that you didn't mean what you said."

Ral smirked. "Then get on those gooey blue knees and get to work, Huny."

He felt Hunyadi's lower half start to take full shape and took a step forward, pushing the slime against the countertop. She pushed him back with a surge of sudden growth from her breasts. As soon as she'd gotten him out of range, she slapped both ropy arms around his shoulders and dove in for a kiss, squashing her huge chest against him.

Ral leaned into her kiss, pushing back with just as much enthusiasm as she attacked him with. It encouraged her to put one of her legs up and around his waist, locking them together. His erection sprang up now at the sudden provocation, riding the smooth curve or her semi-solid ass. She ground herself against him below while she deepened their kiss above, giggling to herself.

"You better blow a load so hard it puts a hole through my core," she moaned.

Ral exhaled sharply as the slime allowed his cock to rise into her viscous body from between her legs. She broke their kiss and slowly lowered herself to her knees, allowing his throbbing need for attention to part her body up the middle like a spoon through cake batter. It made Ral shiver with delight. There was nothing this weird or hot that any other girl Between could do to him; he knew that better than Hunyadi did.

His erection eventually came to rest between her tits, throbbing heavily with every heartbeat in front of her face. His glans bobbed beneath her chin, begging for even the slightest touch. She just arched a brow at him knowingly.

"How's that twelve-inch need for attention doing?"

"It's only eleven and a half," Ral corrected through gritted teeth. "You could put in a little effort though and see where that gets us."

"Ral, be honest. It's the only thing about you that isn't short," she teased. "Five foot even. Short temper. Easy laugh. Fast to act." She let her tongue loll out, less than an inch away from giving him what he wanted. "But this...this is twenty percent of your height right here. And I will go back Below if I can't get you to twelve inches before you've blown your last load today."

Hunyadi's breasts pressed against his pelvis a little harder, pushing his cock to a higher angle. His glans pressed snugly against her tongue, rubbing against it with every thunderous beat of his heart. He ground his teeth together as stray rivets of electricity scattered down his shaft like fireworks missing their mark.

"Huny, please," he moaned.

"Ooh, Ral, it got a little harder. Maybe teasing you is the right move to get your big boy here absolutely huge."

"I don't think it can," Ral countered with his breath hitching. His hips jerked, but Hunyadi held him still, keeping him just out of reach of penetration into her mouth. She giggled at his barely-held restraint and desperation.

"It's all a matter of how much blood I can pull out of your little head up there. If I turn up the pressure just right, I can squeeze an extra pint or two into this impressive excuse for a feeding tube."

"Well, I am still waiting on that nut-busting 'I can't live without you anymore' tittyfuck you keep promising me," he remarked wryly. At that, the slime wrapped her tongue around his glans and threw her arms around his hips, stickily fastening her limbs to his frame.

It hit him all at once. Pressure. Slick tits hugging his glans. Her tongue. The drizzle of saliva out of her mouth. He went absolutely rigid. His hands found Hunyadi's head and he shoved her down on his arousal. Ral's hematic vampire of an erection begged for release already, but Hunyadi wasn't done with him.

She drowned him in fluid pleasure, thickening her skin around him to make an oil-slick, lubed channel for him to pound with his hips. He obliged without hesitation, body slapping against her huge chest with help from her strong limbs tugging him in to assist.

Ral felt something in his gut drop and knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. Every time she did this, it drove him wild. She knew his weakness inside and out now, using it at her leisure to put him into an erotic frenzy. She turned her solid indigo eyes up to him and smirked, even with his cock shoved into her throat.

"Gonna cum soon? Huh? Into this water balloon? This fish bowl?"

"So close," was all he could whisper back. His breath caught as his wife's tongue coiled around him again and pumped his cockhead like a fleshy, warm piston. She was already done working an orgasm out of him with mechanical efficiency. All that was left was for him to let it go.

"Here it comes," she announced, letting go of his hips. He reared back for one final thrust into her tits to bury himself as deep as humanly possible in the dripping, jiggling fantasy before him. His hips came forward with all the strength he had to bear.

And came to a halt just short of his prize.

Hunyadi locked his hips in place and parted her breasts in one motion. A shower of sparks exploded across Ral's field of vision as he watched thick ropes of cum cover Hunyadi's face and fill her mouth. She laughed, reveling in his orgasm denial with glee as her head swayed back and forth to cover her face completely in semen.

Ral couldn't fight her. She was millimeters away from him, impossibly strong, and enjoying every second of denying him everything in the moment. The human's eyes crossed as he fought to get anything more, even just the faintest touch. But Hunyadi merely held him still until the last dribble of cum bubbled forth in rhythm with his heart.

Ral put his hands on Hunyadi's head and turned it up to face him again.

"Not funny," he breathed, eyes heavy.

"Mn, so thick and yummy. I want seconds already," she mocked, suddenly squishing her breasts together to overstimulate him in his most sensitive post-orgasm moments. His knees buckled as new life sprang into his erection. Hunyadi straightened it out with her bosom, using two sets of hands to milk him in a wave motion, squeezing him from base to head to get every last drop of semen yet hidden away and unclaimed.

The little pockets of dark fluid inside her coalesced at her throat and his spent ejaculate seeped through her skin, pushing through her fluid skin toward it. Her core greedily encapsulated everything she'd received, feasting upon the only thing she'd ever asked from him besides his word.

"I think I'm finished," Ral declared, squeezing his eyes shut as something zipped behind them like a living current of arousal given form. His hands found the countertop and he held it for support, trembling all over. Hunyadi retracted her tits and her skin tone darkened some. Coming up to her full height in front of him, she dragged his tired cock through the expanse of her cleavage with purposeful slowness.

Ral gasped as his erection slid out from its favorite hiding place and throbbed against Hunyadi's smooth blue stomach. She nudged his cockhead with her navel, making him bite back a moan.

"Remember to take your prescriptions, loverboy." She tilted his head up and kissed him on the mouth, gently brushing her tongue across his teeth. As he responded, she spun herself out of reach with one long motion and maneuvered herself over to the crockpot.

Opening it, she dipped one finger into the steaming contents and made a show of tasting it. Ral stopped watching and put his forehead to the counter, trying to make his erection come back under control. It bobbed defiantly, asking to be driven home again for the fourth time today. Asking to actually be in her cleavage at the moment of truth this time. Based on her mood, Ral didn't think Hunyadi was going to let him try. And if she did, it wasn't going to end how he or his throbbing cock wanted. This round went to the slime, just like all the others before it.

Ral changed the pectin order to express delivery.

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It was rare than Hunyadi slept for more than a few hours at a time. Normally, she would just hide away in the bedroom for an hour or two in the early morning before he woke up and then wait for his alarm to go off. Sometimes, she turned it off herself and gave him a good morning kiss. Tonight, however, he'd asked her to come to bed with him to snuggle.

Normally, she didn't end up falling asleep, but she had cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom and only eaten once. After about an hour of platonic groping and whisper-nothings, she'd dozed off with an arm sticking across half the bedspread.

Ral snuck out of bed and left the apartment, barely managing to get his jacket without making noise as he went to his car. Popping the trunk, he grabbed the drum of pectin and went back inside. The thing weighed nearly thirteen pounds. Each and every spoonful of powder inside would hopefully be a lesson learned for her.

By his thinking, this might just make them even for every prank she'd pulled to date.

If it worked, that was.

He unscrewed the top in the kitchen and silently made his way back to the bedroom, peering at Hunyadi's prone, shifting form from the doorway. In the darkness, she didn't look like much more than a blue shadow lying across most of the bed, occasionally shifting like a humanoid puddle in the sheets.

After a few tense minutes of observation, he determined that she hadn't woken up and decided to make his move. Ral started slow, pouring little clumps of pectin on her stomach and down to where her thighs disappeared into the indistinct mass of goo that she usually preferred instead of mimicking feet.

Her body hungrily absorbed the powder, making short work of the evidence that anything inside her had changed at all. Feeling safe, Ral continued with larger strokes, scooping out the powder with his hand as silently as he could.

He was surprised how fast everything went. In just a few minutes, the tub was empty and Hunyadi's body appeared no different than when he'd started. He didn't know if that was promising, but it was too late to question his decision now. And too early to question the results.

He put the empty container under the kitchen sink and went back to bed, sliding back under his wife's arm seamlessly. Ral fell asleep wondering just what he was going to wake up to in the morning.

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"Ral?" Hunyadi called from somewhere out of his rising consciousness. "Ral, are you awake?"

The human sat up and rolled over toward his wife, almost surprised to find her nowhere in bed. Or even in the bedroom. He dragged himself across the bed and went to the bathroom, expecting her to be ready to run the shower like she was on most of his off days.

Again, no wife to be found.

He emptied the contents of his bladder to avoid Hunyadi suggesting they do anything weird with it. Again.

"Ral?" Hunyadi called again.

"Gimme a minute," he replied. "I'm in the bathroom."

"Can you come here when you're done?" the slime asked in worried tone. Ral barely held back his smile. Gotcha, Huny. He left the bathroom, figuring that his wife was going to be in the kitchen covered in kitchen appliances and miscellaneous junk from around the apartment, which would be hilarious. Like watching someone accidentally superglue their hands to everything on their desk trying to get the stuff off.

Ral stopped dead in his tracks as he turned the corner into the hallway.

"Ral?" Confusion.

"Huny?" Disbelief.

"Ral?" Concern.

In the kitchen door frame, Hunyadi was pinned by her hips, sporting the most enormous set of breasts he'd ever seen her have. They swung pendulously back and forth like two gargantuan, glimmering beach balls.

Her equally massive hips were stuck to either side of the door frame, filling up the space between handily with their sheer magnitude. They appeared to spill over on both sides, as if she'd tried to pull herself through and been only partially successful.

One of her hands was stuck to the door frame just above her hips, the other plastered against the wall with fingers spread out like she was trying to gain enough purchase to pull herself through after pushing had proven unsuccessful. Suddenly the superglue comparison seemed far more apt than it had in the bathroom.

Ral just stared at his wife's huge, dark blue body as she struggled to pull, push, or jerk herself free. She jiggled and rippled hypnotically, soft flesh in constant, erotic movement. It took the human a moment to realize that he was walking toward her with slow, tentative footsteps.

An awestruck, "Huny," came up his throat as he drew closer.

"Ral, I don't know what's happening to me. I..." You know what I'm thinking, don't you Huny? "Did...Ral?"

"I filled you up with a drum of pectin," he admitted without hesitation or shame. It took everything in him not to already be all over his wife's heaving, undulating body. His cock was painfully hard.

Hunyadis eyes turned bright red. "You what?!"

Ral's gaze roved across her semisolid form with an unusual hunger. She looked real now. Tangible, like she had weight and texture. Like her skin was more solid than it was liquid. It stood in stark contrast to her usual ephemeral gooeyness.

"You're full of pectin," he answered finally, eyes still trying to soak up every inch of her exposed body.

"Ral, this isn't funny! Wipe that fucking grin off your face; I'm stuck!" she shouted.

"You look beautiful."

She went still all at once, the color in her eyes melting away. "I..." Suddenly they were deep, deep indigo. "What'd you say?"

He felt his smile widen. "You look beautiful."

The slime looked away and pursed her lips in a begrudging way, as if she was trying to hide an expression that she couldn't help but make otherwise. "Fuck you; you never call me beautiful."

Ral reached out and put a hand to her breast, pushing on it softly. It was sticky, but pliable. He applied pressure and his fingers sank in, but the surface tension of her body refused to break. Her huge tit burbled softly at his continued touch. Hunyadi moaned as her body continued to make noise without her consent.

"You are gorgeous, Huny. This is- I thought this was gonna be good for a joke, but now I just wanna fuck you til you scream."

"Ral, don't promise me something like th-"

She groaned without restraint as he lifted the massive expanse of her tits up in both arms, heaving against them as her voice rose in pitch. He buried his face in her cleavage, reveling in the vastness of her swollen, wobbling bosom. Every pleasure center in his brain scrabbled for attention all at once. They must weigh over a hundred pounds! They're gigantic.

"I am gonna fuck these things raw," Ral promised, pulling his face up to look his wife in the eyes. A deep gurgle passed through her body as he pushed himself against her chest, squishing the enormity of her breasts together further.

He pushed his cock up into her under-cleavage and moaned in unison with Hunyadi as he penetrated down to the hilt. Her body was even slicker and slimier than it usually was. Ral felt an adrenaline rush fill his muscles with new and excited energy.

Hunyadi struggled with all her might to free a hand in protest, but it only served to rake his cock against the inside of her cleavage laterally.

"Ral, please! I'm so sensitive right now. Every little drip of me can feel each other. I can feel your dick all over my body. I can feel your hands-" He gave her breasts a heave, squeezing her semisolid flesh with impunity. She all but screamed in ecstasy.

"It's too late to stop," he declared.

"Just slow down, Ral. I'm so-"

He bucked his hips up into her tits and her entire body contracted a fraction of an inch, stiffening visibly at his sudden, forceful movement. She strained to close up and lose shape, to retreat into a safe little form and regroup. Instead, her tits squashed against him even more firmly and her whole form shook with pleasure.

"Huny, I can't stop."

Ral bucked up again and she cried out in ecstasy again. "Ral please! I can't even contract; I'm stuck like this!"

He took a deep breath, ears starting to ring at the chemical cocktail demanding that he shove his cock further into any part of her that could receive it. ""I don't want you to change."

"Ral!"

"Huny!" He pushed back into her over and over again, moaning her name as she struggled to hold her critical thoughts together. Despite what she said, Hunyadi pushed herself forward as his hips came in, swinging her pendulous breasts into him for a hefty smack as their bodies met. A splatter of fluid was starting to cover him after he found his rhythm with her.

"Ral, I'm g-" Hunyadi's eyes turned nearly black. Her body contracted slightly, skin glazing over like water freezing on an oil slick. She remained in shape, but she couldn't bring herself to move. Her entire body was trembling uncontrollably, skin rippling from head to toe. Ral pulled out a few inches and a gooey, wet strand of fluid followed him out, dripping with warm, enticing desire.

He rammed himself back in and Hunyadi let out a guttural noise as he started to piston in and out of her breasts with renewed vigor. His heartbeat was high enough in his throat that he could almost taste the blood churning in his veins, fueling every thrust and heave against his wife's undeniable sex appeal. He felt like his ribs were going to split open. His lungs were on fire. His core was a mess of coiling, grating desires waiting to be released.

He straightened his back growled with exertion.

"Not yet," he breathed.

"Do it," Hunyadi begged. At her command, he buried his face in her cleavage and finally let go, plastering her insides with thick ropes of cum. His hips jerked into her with each wave of pleasure that washed up into his brain. He heard Hunyadi's voice dissolve into one high note and grabbed as much of her in each hand as he could. It was the hottest noise he'd ever heard her make. He finally made her lose it.