Hitomi-3: New homes, new lives

Hitomi felt a little strange as they left her apartment. She knew she'd devoured everything in it. The memories were hot in her mind, and she could feel her liquid mass, so tightly confined into this Human form, surging within her. She felt... powerful.

New instincts were growing stronger in her, and as she locked her door for what she realised was the last time, she looked at her keys, the little metal key ring looped about her index finger and the keys themselves lying in her hand. She smiled as she remembered flowing over the toaster, flowing into and absorbing it, coverting its cold metal into hot, warm flesh. Into liquid. Into her.

The flesh of her palm rippled, like the surface of a pond, and she slowly began to draw the keys into herself. Fujiko watched, her attention rapt, as Hitomi's flesh moved and flowed over the keys, her skin twisting and altering, the lines of her palm vanishing as the flesh stopped pretending to be normal and obeying the rules that bound other, lesser beings. She let out a soft moan, her lips slightly parted, as she felt herself pushing into the metal, strands of herself penetrating it and filling it, hollowing it out as she worked into the very molecules and filled them full of herself.

The keys disappeared under the surface of her hand, the key ring seemed for a moment to be almost a wedding band, though it was clear there was something attached to it, something that jutted from the join between finger and hand. Then it was gone, a little sound of groaning metal as the key ring was twisted until the smaller ring holding the keys onto it snapped under Hitomi's sudden, hungry suction, and the keys became part of her completely. She held up her hand and looked at the ring, then made a little swirl of her finger, and it was gone within her. The little bulge it formed was only there for moments before she consumed it utterly.

"That's really impressive," Fujiko breathed. "You're feeding, and growing, unimaginably quickly!"

"Am I?" Hitomi asked, smiling broadly, then biting her lower lip. She had no idea how to make comparisons. "Fujiko," she said, realising something. "The key's part of me now, right?"

"Not really, you've made it into flesh. It's mass has been added to yours," Fujiko said, keeping her voice low in case someone was listening in.

"But," Hitomi said, looking at her finger closely, "if I do this..." she concentrated, and her finger rippled liquidly, then became thinner and shorter, the underside grooving and shaping, until in place of her index finger, there was a perfect match for her door key. She waggled it and smiled.

"Oh, that's easy!" Fujiko chided, slapping her on the shoulder. "Come on."

"I thought it was quite impressive," Hitomi pouted as she followed her, returning her finger to normal.

"It's just like filling a mould, any of us can do that," Fujiko said.

"But it means I can..." Hitomi started, looking over her shoulder at the plain, closed door of her apartment, recalling the angry neighbours upstairs, and the timid little girl who always wished to be left alone. She turned back to Fujiko and smiled, remembering with sudden clarity just how good she looked without any clothes. "Never mind," she said.

"No going back, right?" Fujiko asked, then continued down the stairs. "Don't worry, Hitomi. If you want a new life, you can have one. The power's yours now. You make the rules. Pretty much all of them, in fact."

They left the apartment block, Fujiko firmly leading the way, Hitomi keeping close by her, thinking about the many changes that the evening had seen in herself. She wasn't even remotely the same as she had been when she woke up this morning. Everything had changed, so massively, so suddenly. It was staggering to think it.

The sun had set over Japan by now. The night was cool and dry, dressing the streets in a garb of darkness and beginning to reveal the parts that few wise eyes could discern with the bright light of day distracting them. Hitomi lived in one of the nicer parts of the city, but even here the sound of night-time revelling was loud, and a woman walked the streets with a provocative stride and subtly revealing clothes.

It occurred to Hitomi that the buses probably weren't running around her area anymore, and that Fujiko didn't drive. Or did she?

"Fuji? How are we going to get to Madam Yukio's?" Hitomi asked.

Fujiko laughed. "It's closer than you think, Hitomi. Believe me, it's always closer than you think. Let's go this way. Just look for it and want to be there," she said.

Without another word, Fujiko started walking along the pavement, casting her eyes about her at the rising apartment buildings and rundown blocks across the road. Kyoto was a city of contrasts, in places. Old and new stood side by side, each of them ironically sentinels of the past facing an uncertain future. Japan hadn't been confident in so long now, hadn't been sure of its direction for such a length of time, that nothing looked quite right. Everything was either a relic of the past or a relic of what grew out of it. Even the present was out-dated, staring gloomily into the middle distance and lacking the past's wry wisdom about the ever-changing nature of the world.

The young, after all, never did understand change.

It wasn't long before they passed out of Hitomi's street onto the main one. Here, Hitomi paused. The night-time crowd were noisy already, even before they started getting drunk and hungry for fun of a firmer variety. Hitomi lurked near the corner. She hadn't been out with this crowd in a long time, ever since she started her office job a couple of years ago. Fujiko walked on, oblivious for a moment. Then she realised Hitomi wasn't with her and looked back, an expression of momentary panic on her face, which then calmed to kindliness.

Hitomi smiled with embarassment, and leant against the wall, listening to the noise of the crowd, watching the salarymen looking for the sake houses and karaoke dens to close out their day or days of work with something approaching happiness. She hugged herself quietly, noticed only by one person among the multitudes.

Fujiko came over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, don't worry. Seriously, you're fine. There is nothing at all to worry about. You're safe."

"Then why did you look afraid for a second?" Hitomi asked suddenly.

The question seemed to take Fujiko by surprise, for her mouth opened to give an answer, then closed. She moved her hand to Hitomi's cheek, and a sudden rush of pleasure ran through Hitomi's face. She felt their flesh softening and melding together, and her body arched back from the wall. Fujiko leant in and breathed in the moan of pleasure that escaped from Hitomi's lips, swallowing it with a kiss. Then they were separate again, leaving Hitomi's breathing quickened, and Fujiko standing nearby looking a little shaken.

"What we did was more than sex, Hitomi. You know that. Pleasure that intense leaves marks. I... well, it doesn't matter," she said, keeping in a sigh as she stared at the friend that she now wanted more than anything else in the world, and wondered if she'd just fallen in love with her or was working out something that had always been there but subtly beyond her notice.

Hitomi softly bit her lip, while her flesh rippled softly under the cold light of the moon. She felt some of the mental restraints on herself fall free, became intimitely aware of the power roiling beneath her surface – the surface currently pretending to be solid – that was just waiting to get out. She smiled and straightened up, then brought her body back in line with the way it had been when she stepped onto the street a little while ago.

"We..."

"Don't talk about things like that in such a public place," Fujiko said, pressing a finger to her lips and moving a little closer. "Maybe in a quiet restaurant with a private backroom. You know, the kind where, how shall I say it, subtle things, won't necessarily be noticed," she said with a meaningful smile and a wink, then she turned and headed back into the stream of people on the pavement.

Hitomi followed her without hesitation this time. She wasn't going to let her old weaknesses hold her back now. Not when she was so incredibly aware of how fluid her being was. It occurred to her that she was technically naked. The clothes across her body were just flesh that she had woven into fibers. With a thought, perhaps a little less than that, she could present herself to them. Or present someone else to them. With a little naughty smile, her eyes flickered in a moan as she sucked up her underwear, unweaving the fibers and reabsorbing them, adding a subtle weight to her breasts, swelling them up a little so her stiff nipples were visible indents through the pale white fabric.

Fujiko spotted the change almost immediately, and smiled. "Naughty," she said to Hitomi, who put her arms around herself and grinned in a way that could only be defined as 'cute'.

They came to a crossing and moved to the other pavement, sliding away from Hitomi's home. She looked around her curiously, wondering exactly where they were going. She knew that Madam Yukio's wasn't in this direction. "Are we going to your place?" She asked.

"Not the one you're referring to, no. I've already told you where we're going, silly! Madam Yukio's. Are you still wondering where we're going?" Fujiko asked suspiciously.

"No!" Hitomi protested.

"You are, aren't you?" Fujiko asked as they moved on.

"Not!"

"Are!"

"Not!"

"Are not and no returns! Trust me, Hitomi. We're going in the right direction. Besides, when you're looking for Yukio's, every direction is the right direction," Fujiko said with a little chuckle.

Hitomi frowned, and suddenly a few things clicked into place in her head. She couldn't remember having ever seen Madam Yukio's shop before, despite having been to that street many times. She'd never heard of it, yet she imagined that it was a place that she would have heard something about by now. Unless nobody could find it, excepting those that were invited and who belonged there. Hitomi bit her lip. This explanation made a lot more sense, while she was so consciously aware of the exquisite magic at work in her body. However, that awareness, so effortlessly inspired by Fujiko, was fading softly. She remembered the slight alterations she'd made to her body, the chafing of her nipples on her shirt reminded her of them with every step, but somehow she was less aware of her own liquid being.

She yearned to talk to Fujiko about it, but looking around her she knew that the proximity of the people meant she couldn't. Her old timidity began to rear its vile head, and she pressed closer to Fujiko, and caught her hand close.

"I told you to relax," Fujiko said. "Come on, Hitomi. You're a grown woman, now. You can't be acting like you're seventeen your whole life. I know your youth was very conservative," she went on, carefully resisting the urge to say 'conserved', she'd never liked Hitomi's parents, and even before her ascension she'd thought Hitomi was being held back and her potential squandered by them, "but you have to kick those feelings now."

Hitomi nodded.

"I'd love to explain why, but you know I can't at this moment. Now, if you don't start looking for Yukio's we're never going to find it," she said reproachfully, skillfully redirecting Hitomi's moment of weakness back onto a productive path.

Hitomi nodded firmly, and concentrated on where they had to go and what they had to do. They had to find Yukio's if her new life was going to start properly. She still had no idea what was going on, in truth. She couldn't help but giggle quietly at the ridiculousness of that admission. She could feel the power inside herself, feel the subtle, impossible rippling of her flesh. But still, she had no idea what was going on!

"Stop laughing, you look insane," Fujiko chided, poking Hitomi in the arm. Her finger sank in a good inch, and she felt Hitomi's flesh ripple around her finger, hungrily flow against the fabric of her shirt. Fujiko retracted her finger in alarm and shook her head, then stared at Hitomi in a meaningful way.

Hitomi pouted, then concentrated and settled herself down again.

She blinked a couple of times. Something was in the corner of her eye. She turned suspiciously, and her eyebrows raised sharply. There, right in front of them, was the door to Madam Yukio's.

"That is not supposed to be there," Hitomi said firmly, pointing at the door and indeed the whole shopfront accusatorily. "I go past this street every day when I go to work and that has never been there. Ever. Ever ever," she proclaimed, turning to Fujiko. "Ever."

"Well, I told you, didn't I? If you want to find it, you'll find it," she smiled, then took Hitomi by the hand and led her towards the door. "Don't worry. The Humans can't see us anymore. They never see Yukio's unless they're invited, and I don't think she ever gives invites to 'normal' people, as it were. Somehow, I doubt we're the only strange things that nobody's noticed in this lovely world of ours," she said with a little chuckle.

They approached the door, an old and anachronistic frame of dark wood lacquered red, only for it to be opened with a quiet jingle of bells. Standing on the threshold within was none other than Madam Yukio herself. Hitomi's breath caught in her throat. Yukio hadn't looked like that before, she was sure.

Yukio's skin was white. Not pale, but actually white, like fresh snow on an open field. Her lips were a luscious cherry red, while her hair was a bunched up mass of raven wing darkness and feathery softness, held in place by a fan of seven gold and silver hairpins that each bore an opal, creating a flowing sequence of dark and light. Her slim body was clad in a kimono of pure white, tied with a red and white obi, but the cut was far from traditional. It hung low and tight on her body, offering a tantalising glimpse of her pert breasts and surprisingly close cleavage, as well as showing the very gentle curves of her body. She was built like a very traditional Japanese woman, in that the curves were as the curves of a wave on the open sea, flowing up and down in a way that was indivisible from the natural world. Her beauty was sublime, yet it was beauty designed only to be noticed by those with the eyes and sense to look. Hitomi looked, and she was stunned.

Yukio looked at her with soft dark eyes, and beckoned her forward. She reached out with pale hands bearing long red nails and stroked Fujiko's cheek. "Well done, child," she said. "You have brought her into our fold after all. For a time I wondered."

"I don't understand," Fujiko said, before Hitomi could speak up.

"I felt her change, and this is normal, but this time Yamako felt it also. Even Oichi said she was feeling a little queasy. Most unusual, by all accounting. I see also you have flesh-melded," she said, a tone of chiding entering her voice. Fujiko grinned and stood on one foot, rotating the point of her shoe on the pavement. "You should not be so forward with one so new! I would have thought you would know better by now, especially since you were dealing with a friend of yours, though now far more."

"Ms. Yukio?" I asked. "Don't be angry. She made me better. Really, she did. I wasn't adjusting very well, I didn't know how to use myself."

Yukio laughed, and the sound filled Hitomi with joy. "No, child, do not say that. You did not know how to be yourself. Nobody uses anything or anyone around here. Well, not unless that is their desire, or you can persuade them that it is their desire. But you are powerful indeed," she said thoughtfully, leaning down and stroking a line of burning ecstasy down Hitomi's cheek. She visibly staggered as the touch ended. "You are truly powerful indeed!" Yukio said, her eyes widening slightly. "Fujiko, explain this."

"I can't, Madam. She devoured her apartment, that would explain her mass, but if there's anything else..."

"There needs to be?" Yukio asked with raised eyebrows. "Well, you are a fascinating addition. Enter, my dear. It seems that we must begin your education swiftly indeed. The last thing I'd want is for you to use your powers unconsciously."

"Why, Ms. Yukio?" I asked.

"Because, my dear, we are capable of great destruction, as well as great pleasure and great kindness. And I sense you have a good, kind heart. I would not want to see you upset by an action you never intended. Now, come within, and see the world to which you have been reborn," she said, and then with a grand, sweeping bow, ushered Hitomi and Fujiko inside. Hitomi smiled at her friend then walked tentatively into the shop, wondering what she would find within. She peered around the edge of the door, and immediately her jaw dropped.

The interior was lavish, certainly. It was also impossible for the small shop front that was presented. The area was as large as a nightclub floor, decked out in bright reds and gold, melding into white here and there. Beautiful artwork decorated the walls and depictions such as those often found on folding screens could be seen on the hanging silk drapes that curved down from the roof at many points. Solid round pillars were positioned evenly and with the apparent purpose of holding up the roof. The ground itself was made up of a mixture of bare floor boards and tatami matting, but that stopped when the ground began to tier up and away. Here a section was decked out much like a bar, though the glass cabinets were filled with drink and there was no barman whatsoever but for the lady who appointed herself to the position. There the matting flowed seamlessly into a white carpeted area built around a central table and a quartet of couches, a lounge for the ladies to relax and talk quietly. But the place, as dizzying as it was, would have been nothing if not for the ladies themselves.

They were beautiful, one and all, in their own ways. Some were pierced, some were pure, some were short, some were tall. Some looked like perfect little Japanese women, some were nigh-perfectly hourglass shaped, their bosoms clearly fuller than was naturally possible. But then, that much was true of many other aspects of them. In the lounge area, a woman rested her head on her hand, but her elbow melded into the mass of liquid flesh that made her up, as she flowed down off the couch and covered some of the floor. Across from her, another lady had relaxed herself down so that she seemed almost flat, but was currently just very spongy. In the bar area, one of the women had altered her body to the point that she was undefinable as a Human, resembling an amoebic, rippling blob of flesh from which a multitude of tendrils were extended, stroking and caressing those nearby. Another woman, dressed in ripped jeans and a positively scanty T-Shirt over a pair of breasts that were each twice as big as Hitomi's head had pressed herself into the 'mould' of the softer woman and made a kind of chair for herself, allowing her to sit comfortably on one of the tables. One of the silk drapes above, Hitomi realised, was actually another of the ladies, stretched into a thin sheet and gluing herself to the ceiling. They walked to and fro, visions of beauty one and all, talking and laughing, dressed in all kinds of clothes or in various stages of nakedness, completely open and acting as if all this was perfectly natural. Off to one side, two of the women were lying down beside each other, kissing quietly, open and undisturbed.

Hitomi's jaw didn't close.

Slowly, faces turned in her direction, and conversations appeared to come to a slow stop as the ladies variously realised that there was someone knew among them. From out of her vision in the bar area, Hitomi saw a long, long neck stretch a divinely beautiful face out to look at her, and she recognised the features instantly as the geisha woman she had seen when she first came to the store. But she wasn't sure how she knew. The face smiled, then was lowered onto the shoulders of another of the ladies.

"Welcome, Hitomi-san," Yukio said, "to Outer Heaven."

Hitomi looked around her, and saw a room full of bowing beauties, all paying respect to her. In a way, it would have been better if all of them had bowed, or none, because in some places they lacked enough body to bow with, and in the case of the woman with the split jeans she received a raised pair of fingers, the reverse side offered to her accompanied with a bright smile. The amoebic lady stretched a pseudopod into her shape, the features pushing out as if the flesh was being pulled like a mask back over some inner hardness, and lips open in a moan turned into a bright-eyed and welcoming smile. The woman stretched into a sheet formed her features all across her body, her smile as wide as Hitomi's torso. She didn't feel threatened, how could she? But she did feel very intimidated.

Fujiko touched her on the hip. "Hey," she said. "Don't worry. They all went through this themselves at some point. They know how you feel. Introduce yourself. No need to say anything more than your name if you don't want to."

Hitomi nodded hesitantly, then swallowed and faced the room again. It wasn't completely silent. There was a quiet mumbling, but when she turned her attention their way silence arrived swiftly. "Hello," she said, bowing deeply. "My name is Hitomi Kawasae, I am twenty three years old, and I am an administrative assistant working for Tuju Industries. I also have absolutely no idea what's happened to me, just that I..." she paused self-consciously, but she felt buoyed by the faces turned in her direction, showing the purest care and affection for this newcomer amongst them. "I really like it," she finished, blushing. A ripple of soft laughter passed through the ladies.

There was a chorus of returned hellos, like a single movement in a symphony of kindness, before Yukio waved an elegant hand and the congregation separated to go about their business. Many eyes remained on Hitomi, but the majority let her be.

Hitomi's eyes were fixed on the elongated neck of the geisha woman, still wondering how she could recognise her. Slowly, almost eerily, the woman's body appeared, clad in an orange and red kimono tied with a white obi, much more decoratively attired than Madam Yukio, though this woman's hair was tied merely in the traditional way of the geisha, with only three hairpins that glittered under the room's soft lights. Her neck retracted with a sucking noise and her head slid back into place upon her shoulders as she stepped down from the bar and approached.

"O... Outer Heaven?" Hitomi asked dumbly, as she remembered what Yukio had said all of a sudden. "What does that mean?"

Yukio laughed, and it seemed a delightful sound, like tinkling wind chimes to a child's unjaded ears. "You must have a great many questions, dear. I will answer many of them since dear Fujiko has decided to shirk that responsibility."

"I..."

"I am not criticizing, dear," Yukio said, and Hitomi couldn't help but be a little alarmed as she turned to see Yukio raise one delicate arm which suddenly lengthened, her kimono sleeve curling inwards and fusing with the flesh, her neck stretching noiselessly to allow her to place a kiss on Fujiko's cheek, stroking her neck with her hand before retracting again, leaving Fujiko visibly shuddering. "I am merely repeating the truth. You have decided that we shall be her teachers, and in fact I believe you have made the correct decision. You are not, after all, so old yourself, and it would be tragic if there were to be a repeat of prior mistakes."

Fujiko nodded, then smiled at Hitomi. "Don't worry, Hitomi. I'll be over in the bar. They'll take great care of you."

Hitomi nodded, and Fujiko walked over then stepped up into the bar area. A little ripple of greeting went through the ladies there, with particular attention coming from the woman in the ripped jeans, whose whole torso suddenly lengthened, her clothes straining to hold her in as she bent impossibly on herself and stretched forward to wrap her arms around Fujiko's waist and nearly bury her face in her cleavage. She seemed eager for answers, so eager that as Hitomi watched the girl's arms suddenly flattened and liquified, flowing in a hot wave over Fujiko's body and then lifting her off the ground. She was deposited into the girl's lap and into the amoebic lady that was serving as her seat. The amoebic one rippled with what Hitomi somehow knew was delight, and seemed to grow, flowing over the girl with the ripped jeans who was more and more abandoning pretense of Humanity, her breasts and torso starting to flow over Fujiko's body, like a wave of soft toffee.

She looked to Yukio in alarm, then to the geisha, but both were watching and smiling. Hitomi looked back and saw Fujiko moaning in pleasure, as the girl who had been wearing ripped jeans and was now naked had reduced herself to merely her bosom, arms and head, while the amoebic one was blossoming up around them both, flowing like rising dough to consume them. A grin passed over the girl's face, and then they were both lost as the rippling ball of flesh swelled to consume them both. Hitomi watched as it rippled and shifted, dripping off the table. Suddenly it erupted upwards and clung to the ceiling, then sucked its mass up after it, and she could vaguely see two forms within, rippling and rolling against each other as Fujiko gave in to her own fluid nature. Hitomi blinked a few times, and wondered if she should feel betrayed.

"Come, child," the geisha said, her voice warm and soothing, "there is much you must have explained, including, or perhaps especially, what you should and should not expect of your friends and lovers around here."

Hitomi nodded and followed them as they led her away from the main room, crossing that floor of a hundred delights to the back, where a number of different doors in different styles were presented to her. One was a traditional Japanese sliding door surrounded by shoji screens that flowed into a more modern wooden door with cream wallpaper surrounding it, which flowed in turn into an even more modern automatic door. She didn't know what to make of it. They passed through the wooden door, as the geisha turned the handle and opened it out towards them, then stood respectfully to one side for them to pass.

A wide corridor opened itself out, with a long red carpet threaded with golden dragons and surrounded by suits of lacquered armour holding katana raised and ready, a walk of fame for the noble and the proud. A single stair led off to the right in the middle of the otherwise dead-end corridor, and it was onto this little platform of tatami mats and traditional Japanese comforts that Hitomi was led. All of the accoutrements and materials for the tea ceremony were laid out in the center of the area, and shaded lamps meant it was warmly lit from all four corners. The shoji screens which surrounded Hitomi were decorated with calligraphy and paintings, depicting some of the most bizarre, and yet most arousing, sexual scenes Hitomi had ever witnessed.

She looked in wonder at a fleshy waterfall flowing over a princess' body, bearing her into a river of ecstasy. She saw a pair of women making love in a sequence of paintings, the one slowly melting away as she was brought to climax, flowing over her lover, rippling over her body, stroking and caressing and sucking at her until she reformed coccooning her, lying on the ground distorted and stretched around her, smiling blissfully. Here another woman took on the male part, lengthening her clitoris as Hitomi had felt Fujiko do, to take her beloved from behind. It continued, on and on, a panoply of sapphic, liquid delights.

Hitomi knew that she shouldn't be so aroused, yet she was. The paintings spoke to her. The calligraphic words were poems and prayers, all dedicated to the beauty of the feminine. It was mind-blowing, but it was delicious. She knelt down, not sure if that was the right thing to do or not.

The geisha had taken the time of Hitomi's wonder to prepare the tea, while Yukio had folded herself regally into place in front of her. Hitomi immediately felt small and inferior as she faced the madam. Her plain, modern clothes seemed so rough, so small, in comparison to this woman's simple yet beautifully regal garb. There was something about the traditions that this place was enshrining that spoke to Hitomi's soul, and would have made her feel the same way even without her recent changes. She felt out of place. She felt anachronistic. She wished she had a kimono.

Suddenly, she gasped. Her shirt buttons popped one by one. The geisha's hand stopped in mid pouring of the tea. Hitomi shuddered as her bra and panties melted into her body, and she moaned softly as her shirt ripped itself open, bearing herself to the ladies before her for a moment, while her shorts tore and were sucked into her hungry sex, rippling away into the flesh they really were.

Hitomi's shirt suddenly wrapped itself tight around her, stretching to fold on itself and then lengthening sharply down her body, she felt herself lengthening, for it was part of her again, and she felt herself shaping the garment she desired. The pale cloth faded into rippling flesh as she closed her eyes and lost her attention, as it flowed down over her legs and knees, then crept over her calves and towards her feet. She bulged herself out with a little gasp of delight, and spread the flesh out into her obi. She wove her skin into thread and silk, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she molded herself to her desires. A few moments passed, and she was dressed in a kimono of white and blue, with a snow white sash.

She let out a gasp and opened her eyes, then looked down at herself in shock. The geisha continued pouring the tea. Madam Yukio raised one eyebrow.

"I... I'm sorry, Madam!" Hitomi exclaimed, seeing her reaction, then tugging at the long sleeves of her kimono and looking around her in shock.

The Madam's soft and warm laugh brought her back to her senses. "No apologies! I was merely surprised, child. Calm yourself, please, and take tea with me. When the ceremony has brought some calm to your soul, then, then we shall talk."

Hitomi nodded. The first cups of tea were served after some long minutes of ritual and preparation. Hitomi drank nervously, but found that the tea was fragrant, hot, and exquisite. She smiled at the geisha respectfully, and received a bow in return.

Madam Yukio put down her own tea cup and reached out to stroke the geisha's cheek. As the Madam's fingertips caressed her skin, her eyes closed and her lips parted in a sigh which turned to a smile as the caress ended. "Your tea is superb as always, Yamako," Yukio said.

"Very tasty," Hitomi agreed.

"You both honour me with your compliments," Yamako replied.

"Now," Yukio said, as Yamako began to pour the next cups. "To yourself, and your apparent remarkable abilities."

Hitomi's eyes widened. "What did I do now?"

"You should not have been able to reform your clothes so utterly and so easily, with so little experience and while so young," Yukio replied smoothly. "I am to assume that you own no kimonos?" Hitomi shook her head. "Doubly impressive, then."

Hitomi smiled. "I'm... honoured by your compliments?" She offered.

Yamako put one hand to her mouth, laughing in a way so ladylike that it made Hitomi feel crass and common, Yukio again laughed like wind chimes tinkling in the breeze. Hitomi was surrounded by two beings of wonder and beauty, she knew it, she could feel it, and it made her feel elated, exalted, and yet incredibly small and self-conscious all at once. She felt the grinding need not to look stupid in front of them, but also the unpleasant feeling that she couldn't stop herself no matter how hard she tried.

"I am glad to see you smile, but less so to see you shrink like that," Yukio said in a warm, almost motherly tone. "Please, try not to feel overwhelmed. Though I and Yamako are more powerful and infinitely more experienced than yourself, we are still peers. Do not forget that. We are equals, dear, though my position would best be thought of as a respected elder," Yukio explained, her words gently assuaging Hitomi's doubts of equality, born from listening to Fujiko talking about her. But then she realised that Fujiko didn't talk about her in a subservient way at all, and never had. "The girls all speak to me and come to me with their worries and their questions, and I provide them with guidance and answers where I can. That is what I do. I provide a place for you all, and for all of you, to be, a home you can always come to in order to be among your own kind, and I provide guidance for those leaving their mortal shells."

"Mortal..." Hitomi repeated.

"Your new body is immortal," Yukio said. "Killable, but ageless."

"And not especially killable," Yamako commented very delicately, yet her tone suggested she was well aware of the details behind the statement.

"I'm not Human," Hitomi said quietly. This fact was still hovering around, yet to quite sink in but always threatening to do so. Sometimes it was there, sometimes it wavered. The harder she tried to grasp it, the more it slunk away, as if afraid to be faced by her mind all of a sudden, afraid that she would find fallacy in her firm belief in her former Humanity.

"Indeed not. There has been, already, plenty of evidence in your last few hours of life to prove that, am I right?" Yukio asked. Hitomi nodded. "There will be more, and more, and more as you come to grips with your powers. No doubt you observed Kiku in the main room?"

"I don't know," Hitomi said.

"She was the one who carried off Oichi and your dear Fujiko," Yukio added.

"Oh, the blob-girl?" Hitomi asked.

Yukio laughed softly. "Perhaps, but you should not call her that, it is most assuredly rude. She has studiously maintained that form for over three years now. I don't believe she's ever taken on more than an approximation of a Human form in all this time, and I believe she has also lost the inclination to."

"Why?" Hitomi asked.

"Why not?" Yamako asked in return. "But it would be better for you to ask her about that, I would think."

"You are of course correct, beauteous one," Yukio said, causing Yamako to smile and, seemingly, to blush with happiness. "Do not speak to us about the opinions of others, Hitomi. You would and will be better served speaking to them. When you have questions that the others cannot answer, that your sisters cannot answer, then you should come to me."

"And to her? To you, sorry, miss Yamako," Hitomi said, smiling bashfully and realising she had to be coming across as horribly ill-mannered.

"No 'miss' for me, Hitomi-chan," Yamako said, using the suffix that suggested sincere and deep affection, and making Hitomi feel a little shocked and confused. "Just call me Yamako, like all the others. And we are peers, though I am looked up to in much the same way as Madam Yukio. Spend what time with me you will, though I think we should spend some on this very night."

"Why?" Hitomi asked. "Oh! Not that I think that's a bad thing, or don't want to, you understand?"

"Yes, Hitomi, I understand," Yamako said, inclining her head, and then, with a soft stretching sound, lengthening her neck to incline it more deeply. She lengthened her neck further, curling it up and moving towards Hitomi, her beautiful, flawless face being pushed towards her, separate from her body. She looked the perfect image of the rokurokubi, beautiful and seductive, yet subtly alien, or not so subtly at this precise moment. Hitomi's breath caught in her throat. She was beginning to feel a little aroused despite herself.

"You must forgive Yamako-san," Yukio said. "She feels an especial connection to almost all of us here. Hers is the strongest, after mine, and she felt your birth quite intensely. It left her incapacitated for some time. It makes her feel closer to you than is necessarily appropriate."

Yamako seemed to realise that she was being very forward at this careful reminder, and smiled with embarassment, then began to retract her neck. Hitomi, however, didn't want her to. She reached out with her arm, and then suddenly realised that wasn't enough. Not enough by far.

She let out a soft moan, and her whole torso lengthened, her kimono stretching, then her obi unwinding due to the pressure, as she pushed herself out over the tea cups and the tea pot to press her body against Yamako's elongated, serpentine neck. Unthinkingly, Hitomi stretched her arms, instincts she'd relied on well so far causing her to curl around Yamako's head and push it between her breasts, as her kimono melted away into her body, leaving her bare and naked. Yamako smiled, and rubbed against her chest, then suddenly darted in and sucked on one of Hitomi's hard little nipples.

Hitomi gasped, then let out a short scream of pleasure as Yamako's jaw stretched effortlessly, hinging open to suck in the whole of Hitomi's breast, and as she looked down she watched as Yamako's massively distended face began to melt onto her body, the hair, pins and all, becoming softer in colour and density, her long eyes growing longer and thinner, closing and disappearing, her nose folding down into her stretched lips. Like a ripple of syruppy milk, Yamako's head melted onto Hitomi's breast, and then flowed liquidly outwards in a wave, the neck now flaring out as Yamako consumed Hitomi's other breast as well and began to suckle on them both. Hitomi let out a full throated moan of pleasure, and swelled her breasts into Yamako's caresses and touches, then let out a gasp of frustration as that beautiful liquid sucking was gone from her.

She looked down as the flood of liquid pulled back from her body, retracting and folding in on itself, twisting and swirling, hair and features slowly swimming back into perfection as Yamako's head slid smoothly into place upon her neck, leaving Hitomi's body stretched out above them all, her breasts swollen and engorged to over twice their normal size, her flesh now visibly rippling, hungry for more pleasure.

"More..." She uttered.

"And you will have it," Yukio said. "You will have it."

Yukio regarded her for a moment, and the Madam's body spread itself open. Her face opened down the middle, her clothes, her body, those perfect breasts pushed outwards in opposing directions as if pulled by relentless hands. Within, she was smooth, perfectly smooth, a rippling, swirling mass of flesh that opened wider and wider, beckoning her in.

Hitomi let out a cry, and shot herself forward, diving into that beckoning body. Tentacles, for that was what they were, erupted from Yukio's fleshy interior, and a voice a thousand times more beautiful than the parody she used in ordinary communication echoed in the room. "But I will be satisfied, also."

Yamako was gripped, her clothes vanishing into her body. Tentacles wrapped around her throat, her breasts, her legs, shot out and enwrapped Hitomi's body even as she dove her torso into that unimaginable, unthinkable yielding liquid softness. She felt Yukio ripple, a single swallow that could devour a planet, and Hitomi's whole body was sucked into her. She felt Yamako slap against her malleable form, felt them deforming around each other as both became softer and softer. She felt Yukio's body slowly closing around them, felt an approximation of feminine curves being fitted around their rippling, hungry forms.

A smile was on Yukio's face. Her clothes, like her flesh, were distorted about the bulge of her body. Her torso was stretched horizontally, her belly pushed out, her flesh still a little held open by one of Hitomi's kicking legs. Yamako and Hitomi were inside her, and she daintily reached up, holding each of her breasts in her hands, squeezing with hands that had helped to shape Mt. Fuji, and then pushed them back together. She shut herself, zipping herself up around her lover and this newcomer whose essence was so strong. She understood Yamako's actions, inspiring Hitomi's instincts to cut through the haze her Humanity had left behind like mist on the mountains. Power like hers had to be mastered quickly, lest she go wrong. One of Yukio's breasts flowed liquidly around Hitomi's leg, and with a single great suck she pulled Hitomi's limb inside herself. She smiled, closing her eyes and enjoying the feelings caused by the girls inside her.

Within, Hitomi's mind was lost in riot as she was brought into crashing contact with Yukio's soul. She felt as if she'd plunged into a sea, an endless sea of burning liquid flesh, so hot and so present and so filling. She felt timeless, ageless, lacking beginning or end. Every iota of her being seemed full to bursting, ionized, galvanized, powering and rippling in ecstasy as she screamed voicelessly into eternity. She felt Yukio flowing through her, around her, in her. She was everywhere, everything, the world within and the world without. Every dream, every wish, every thought was Yukio, and she in turn were they. Hitomi's mind couldn't contain it all. She knew Yamako was molding against her, knew they were being pressed together as if by tidal forces, their bodies crushing and squeezing until each was pressed over the other like two water currents side by side, flowing softly as Yukio rubbed and touched them against one another. Hitomi knew she came. Hitomi knew, above all else, that this was right.

It seemed to end suddenly. She was pouring, being sucked up, pulled upwards, flooding forwards, being dragged through Yukio's being. She became aware that she was dripping out of Yukio's mouth, being pooled in her former sitting place. Part of her could feel the endlessness of Yukio's being, and yearned for more, but the push was inexorable. She felt Yamako's body leave her consciousness, and then she could only feel the coldness of the air, the cursed solidity of the world, and the bleak lack of pleasure in herself. She pooled, feeling suddenly dejected.

Yukio retracted her neck. She had not moved an inch. Her body rippled softly as Yamako moved under the surface, but then she reinforced the outer appearance, squeezing her beloved down inside her, pushing her into realms of ecstasy that very, very few others could grasp. Her form became solid and static again, though underneath Yamako and she rushed together in joy and pleasure. None of these sensations, so intense and pervading, were displayed on her face, however. She could see already that despite Hitomi's power, even the brief touch was enough to send her mind reeling.

"My apologies, Hitomi-san," Yukio said quietly. "I did not intend to give you such a shock."

Hitomi flexed, her fleshy form curling like strands of toffee as she solidified a hairless, bald head and face, extending from a short neck. "You're... a Goddess," she breathed.

Yukio smiled. "No. We are," she said. "We are all Gods. Little Gods. Kami of flesh. Understand this, and you have taken the first crucial step towards self-realisation, and personal understanding."

“I’m… a Goddess?” Hitomi asked, her voice strangely distant and confused, as if the words felt unnatural in her mouth.

“Of course you are,” Yukio laughed. “Arise, Hitomi. We should talk now, and your questions should be answered. Get comfortable.”

Hitomi’s face rose on a smooth and flowing pseudopod of flesh, she didn’t bother to form hair from her mass, allowing herself instead to flow as if water, as if her face was the apex of a spout of flesh that didn’t move even though all down the stretch of her lengthening flexible ‘neck’ her body was flowing like waves of water falling down into herself. She drew herself upward, a mountainous bulge forming as she delightedly spread herself out, coating the tatami matting all around her, studiously avoiding the invisible line formed were the tea set began. Her face smiled as she felt herself sliding between the rushes, dripping down the steps and coating some of the corridor that led here with her warm liquid mass. This was comfortable, all pretenses abandoned, melted and free, her solidity nothing more than a casual whim of her soul.

She extended herself all across her form, creating dozens of lengthening, thickening tentacles, turning her face-bearing pseudopod to regard them hungrily. One brushed against her lips, and she moaned softly at the sensation. The tip rippled and swelled, thickening out into an approximation of a masculine member tip, a shape all too familiar to her from anime, hentai and manga. Her instincts were unbound, sexual instincts that had burst the dam first when Fujiko had made love to her in the apartment, and Yamako had easily, skillfully aroused them once again.

The liquid ripples that began at the edges of her beautiful features were now mimicked by her sloping sides, as the Hitomi-mountain mimicked an angry Mt. Fuji, flesh flowing as if molten lava were running down its sides, with long and hungry-looking tenticular members flisking about in the air. Hitomi tasted herself in this new form, towering over Yukio and yet feeling vastly smaller. She knew that though she could cover the entire floor space of this room and much of the corridor, Yukio was infinitely larger. Looking at her now, with her desires properly aroused, her hunger deepened and rippling out from her transformed soul, Hitomi could sense Yukio’s relative power. She felt as if she was looking at a peak, an insignificant peak of warm liquid flesh atop a mountain larger than all those in the world combined, and all of that compressed down into this tiny, exquisite five feet of slender oriental female. If she had needed to breathe in this form, if she had a chest at all, it would have begun to quicken in its breathing. She wanted her, but their contact had been crushing. The short time spent in Yukio’s body, buried in that delightful liquid ecstasy, was already blurring and dreamy in her mind. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hold onto even the smallest fragment of it for much longer. Her mind simply wasn’t able to contain such sensations.

“I can… feel you…” Hitomi said, and found her voice had become huskier, more lustful, matching her wants. She smiled wickedly as she imagined Fujiko impaled on her tentacles, as she imagined herself taking her in twenty orifices at once, pushing hard against her malleable body until it allowed her in and in and in…

Hitomi blinked hard. The wave of desire had crashed against her, and rolled back. She turned her pseudopod this way and that, and let out a low, happy sound. The repetitive movement she’d set up in herself was a gentle, constantly pleasurable stimulation. This new body felt so satisfying, simply because it wasn’t Human, wasn’t even a vague pretence at being Human. She was more than human, now. And it felt glorious to know that this was true.

“And I can most definitely feel you,” Yukio said with a musical titter.

“Yamako’s still inside you,” Hitomi said. She could vaguely sense Yamako’s presence, a second, smaller presence, within Yukio’s own mass.

“She is,” said Yukio, still showing no sign of the tumult within her pristine exterior. Yamako was roiling like a whirlpool, writhing, twisting and coiling like a zephyr through Yukio’s being, making love to her in that exquisite way only Yamako ever could, and which had ultimately made the two into bonded lovers. But Yukio possessed a capacity for pleasure that was truly trans-Human, and Yukio’s control over her own form was perfect. Though her voice showed not a whit of it, she felt as if she was being dragged over a carpet of orgasmic razorblades, and she was being gradually planed away to a two dimensional sheet of luminant ecstasy.

As she looked at Hitomi, and pondered the seed-connection that Fujiko had formed by making bond-love to her, Yukio wondered if the pair was headed towards to a similar destiny. But of course, despite her power, obvious affinity for the ascension, and her inherent willingness to be remade, she was still young and inexperienced. She had no idea what Fujiko had really done when they made love that way, or the possible future that had been offered. She was interested to find out, to say the least.

“But now,” Yukio said, “surely you have questions for me to answer? Everyone else has throughout our history.”

“I suppose the first would be what I am. Really, what am I? I feel wonderful,” Hitomi said, her form shuddering even as she lengthened her pseudopod to put her face down onto Yukio’s level. “But I don’t feel like I have any idea what I am,” she said, and her accustomed shy and somewhat embarrassed smile flitted across her features. “Kami isn’t really an answer… it’s more of a description.”

“True,” Yukio said, internally attempting to make Yamako relax so she could concentrate properly, but her lover was more impassioned now than she had been in months, and even Yukio’s self-control was being tested as Yamako thrashed and erupted within herself. If anything, trying to maintain a humanoid form was making it worse, as Yamako pressed deliciously against the boundaries Yukio had set for her. “You mean to ask, I assume, what our purpose is, rather than merely what we are? I have already answered the latter question adequately.”

“Weeeeeeeeell…” Hitomi said, smiling broadly, her face shifting subtly, altering its dimensions as the pseudopod adjusted its shape, stretching her features into a picture of embarrassment. “Actually, I still don’t have a clue what I am.”

Yukio laughed, and allowed a little expulsion of pleasure to sneak in on the undercurrent of her voice, hoping both that Hitomi wouldn’t notice, and the little indulgence would steel her against her lover’s insistent stimulation. “Very well, child. I will attempt to answer both of your questions. What are we? We are Kami-that-walk-among-flesh. That must seem imprecise, yet it is the most exact definition. Most Kami do not or cannot walk from the place to which they are bound. However, we are a new breed of Kami, born directly from the lusts of the living. Essentially, we are desire, spirits of Human desire. That is why we are ‘born’ in the way we are, from Human beings. That is why when you use your powers you feel so dramatically different, why you become more lustful, and why you have… unusual fantasies,” she said with a knowing smile. Hitomi bit her lip, the expression remarkably cute, or even adorable, putting the dramatic grandeur of her altered form into a very different light. “You will inevitably act upon these fantasies, the more in tune with your new nature you become. Similarly, you will likely spend more and more time away from your Human origins, adopting forms of your own choosing. Yamako will help you learn more about yourself, and develop better control over yourself, later.

“As for our, and your, purpose? Essentially, we do not have one. Our purpose is the same as our nature. Pleasure. What is the purpose of a Kami of rocks? There is not a purpose. The rock is the Kami’s home. Purpose is a concept that is foreign to us, imported and impressed upon us by Humans, because they themselves need the world around them to serve a purpose. I can give you tasks, tell you what to do, and suggest courses of action, but to put it quite crudely, you can ignore me and simply fuck yourself and your lovers stupid for the rest of eternity, should you so desire it.”

“So… there’s nothing for me to do?”

“If you want there to be, then there will be. If not, then not. You can, like other Kami in this very building at this moment, go about the illusion of a Human life, continuing as you were. There is one here who has lived now some fifty years, and is in her third career, having switched identities when it became suspicious that she wasn’t aging. Or I should say, she was noticed out of work looking far younger than she was pretending to be in work,” Yukio added with a rueful smile. “She never has mastered subtlety, that one.”

“Oichi?” Hitomi asked with a frown, remembering Oichi’s enormous, unnaturally large breasts. She found that she had the sudden desire to strip her out of that tight shirt and suckle on her nipples, to wrap her tentacles around them and squeeze them until they were deforming around her crushing pressure…

Yukio laughed. "No, no. Oichi has quite abandoned her Humanity, and has little to no intention of ever leaving this place. Her reasons are her own, and for you to inquire upon. I need not tell you such things, Hitomi. You are one of us, now. Ask what questions you might of whomever you would. Go now, and do so. It is unhealthy for you to rely too much upon me. When you have need of insight and wisdom, then speak to myself, or to Yamako, or to Oichi, for we three are eldest and most powerful here," Yukio said, although she thought that perhaps Hitomi might soon be the one who broke the mould in terms of power to age ratio, "but for now... mingle. Relax. Yamako will come to fetch you later, and the two of you can practice together."

Hitomi nodded. "I see, madam." She turned her pseudopod and looked over her rippling mound, and smiled. "I suppose I'll have to be smaller again..." She found a note of sadness creeping into her voice. She liked being so different, feeling so good all the time, so powerful...

"Not if you do not desire it, Hitomi," Yukio said. "That mass of yours could easily ooze under and around the door we came through, could it not?" Hitomi's great form rippled with delight. "You like that idea? Then do so. You may cause surprise, and attract lovers, but you will most certainly not cause any worry or alarm. Go, in this form, and realise truly the life you have been reborn to."

Hitomi grinned, and sucked her pseudopod back into her mass, her features softening and bending in on themselves, eyes joining together before vanishing into her nose, her lips stretching up as if in a scream that consumed all before turning inside out and becoming merely smooth and flawless receding flesh. A sound, unnatural in its entirety yet to Yukio unmistakably a throaty moan of delight, rang out, and Hitomi swelled in size, now carelessly flowing over the tea set and nearly touching Yukio herself as Hitomi grew to touch the walls of the room before deigning to move her bulk.

The mound flexed and moved, silkily slithering out of the room, sucking and flowing out of the double doors, pouring into the corridor and flooding down it out of sight.

***

As Hitomi left, Yukio felt gladness creep through her being. She knew she couldn't hold herself in any longer, and while thrusting Hitomi onto the tender mercies of the other ladies wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind, it was better than breaking her demure façade and falling into screaming orgasm.

Yukio smiled, and her smile seemed to spread across her face. Her body erupted, and her mouth opened unnaturally wide in a silent scream of pleasure as she finally allowed Yamako to move her. A great bulge, like a shark slamming against rubber, formed in Yukio's body and her clothing ripped, falling away to reveal small breasts distended around the malformation, her flesh stretched and folded upon itself. Her clothes unwound and flowed into her, leaving her naked and delighted.

Her back bulged out as Yamako moved herself, now beginning to spread and grow within this miniscule prison. Yukio smiled as her throat was forced as wide as a truck tyre by what was unmistakably a solid phallus Yamako had extended from her liquid mass, and Yukio rippled her throat muscles to suckle upon it. Her head was tiny upon her distended throat, but smiling still. Her small, lithe body was stretching and distorting as Yamako rolled and spread and twisted about, swelling Yukio randomly and spectacularly, spreading her form out over meters, then sliding back together and pushing her another way so she seemed almost like a ball of putty being played with by someone without rather than from within.

Yukio let out a husky murmur as Yamako thrust herself harder up, and her boneless head began to slide back upon the phallus, her face to stretch over it and out, her features elongating and moving unnaturally, her smile growing even more. She rippled, now, sucking with pressure that could crush cars on Yamako's singular, hardest point, the cock that housed the majority of her essence. Then she opened her mouth and allowed Yamako to press forwards, to push her eyes and face apart into a wide film of flesh, a foreskin upon the great curved head that pushed its way forth from Yukio's enormously distended jaws.

Yukio felt her soft featured face rolling up on itself, her lips sliding back until she could suck and play at the very base of Yamako's member head, and she pleasured her there, causing new spasms from this very subtle stimulation. Suddenly, with a sound like stretching rubber, Yukio widened her maw and rippled her face forwards, extending her neck to slam her lips closed on Yamako's member and give her a long, powerful suck that became a series of gulps that allowed Yukio's face to slide atop the member, still stretched pleasantly across its surface. Then her face slid back onto the shape of her head, and her head slid back together, and finally, with a great swallow that ran through her whole form, she took Yamako's member down and crushed it back into her lover's liquid mass.

With effortless will Yukio sucked herself back into Human dimensions, and closed her mouth tightly so Yamako's scream of ecstasy could not escape Yukio's body, as she squeezed and pressed upon her love, forcing her down into a smaller, tighter yet infinitely denser condition for a time. Yukio reached up with one hand and calmly pushed her finger inside one of her nipples, sucked upon it and pulled it free. Her breast moved like the surface of a still pool, then swelled as Yamako pushed into it from behind. Yukio let out a growl as she clenched her teeth together, and felt Yamako's absolute insistance on orgasm beginning to win over. It was time to make love again, and Yukio wanted it more than anything else in the universe at this moment.

She rose elegantly and walked to one of the corners of the room, then smiled again as her body elongated sharply, lengthening abruptly and twisting, coiling serpentinely, though her face remained unchanged upon her new form. She dived her face against the ground and flattened it, pushing underneath one of the stiff tatami mats and finding the grating underneath that led to her inner sanctum far below the shop.

Her body bloated delightfully as Yamako rippled through her again, and Yukio hissed with pleasure as she began to flow through the network of fine ducts and soft, intertwining lines that were less thick than strands of silk or Human hairs respectively, and Yamako wailed in pleasure as she was pulled by Yukio's being, grated and ground and twisted into liquid lengths of nearly impossibly thin proportions. Yukio unravelled as she loved to do, becoming a writhing mass of fleshy strands that spread like roots through the Earth, following the causeways that only the most powerful, most enlightened and most controlled could possibly hope to navigate.

At junctions and crossroads the threads touched, melded, kissed, flowed and parted again, balling up in small bulges wherein parts of Yamako's essence roiled and rolled before Yukio pressed on, spreading and spreading and spreading her out. Their pleasure was dragged out over three miles of these tiny passageways and cracks, their essences spread so far and experiences swelled to such intensity that perception itself became difficult, and anything so small as a Human had no hope of notice. For, even in the tiniest of cracks, they flowed together, rolling in those silken passageways, pressed and rippling together, winding through each other's essence and merging in the tiny spaces, part of one becoming part of the other, and vice versa, little motes of burning pleasure detaching from one to fuse permanently to the other's soul.

In a chamber of incredible size, nearly a half kilometre wide circular gap in the Earth, far below the shop and carved out of dark stone that had been worn to perfect smoothness by the running of liquid strange, the strands began to emerge. They came like an awe-inspiring mass of wriggling baby worms, though they were slimmer still and moved with a spasmodic yet elegant joy.

Like individual threads upon a loom they approached one another, here and there they wound about until they formed squeezing, rope-like lengths, there they merged and became a singular strand that sought out others not like itself. The Earth softly thrummed with the sounds that began to echo in that chamber, as two voices like a thousand voices moaning at once began to cry out their pleasure.

Faster and faster they rushed through the passages towards the terminus, as their mass sought to catch up with the peripheries of their souls, as they desired to dive the whole of their consciousnesses into the pleasure they could feel eeking at them. Yukio had undone the locks and wheels, shut off the traps and cleared access for them to this place, her place, and done so by the incomprehensible system of the passageways, that needed to be touched through in a specific order if one was to find their way here. Here, where the pleasure lay.

Thicker and thicker, greater and greater became the fleshy sail that they were weaving of their bodies and of their lovemaking. It grew and filled with liquid flesh, as they made only their outermost extremity solid and poured their delight within, pounding and pouring against themselves in tidal bliss until finally, finally, Yukio could take no more from Yamako's inhumanly passionate yet patient lovemaking; and the creature that once was a mere geisha in feudal Edo gripped the reins of a Goddess' orgasm and pulled with all her torrential might.

Yukio's scream could have shattered a mountainside. The force of her ecstasy could have crushed an army. The great hanging ball, like a small fleshy sun suspended by singular fleshy threads from the ceiling of the chamber, exploded. They struck the ground and poured into its contours in liquid roiling happiness, but in their joy they could have reshaped a shoreline. They grew and grew and grew, spreading out with aching joy, as both felt true freedom dawning upon them.

They became each other's riptides as they filled the chamber to bursting point. Yukio noticed Yamako had grown again, as her essence billowed out a little into the tiny passageways above. She stroked this compliment into Yamako's soul, and felt a delightful twist within. With a casual thought she pushed against the rock and wound into it, absorbing it and growing a little larger even as she carved out a larger space for them both, deliberately making her absorption inefficient. Yukio knew full well what could happen if she did make her absorption efficient, and kept growing and growing, tripling the mass she made part of herself while stuck in a contained space. The pressure would build, and build, until the Earth itself did crack, for such was Yukio's power. There was within her another series of rippling shivers as the undercurrents shifted and Yamako ripped through Yukio's being, scything a moan from her lover.

She wasn't done yet, not by far. Hitomi had roused Yamako's passions properly. Yukio felt the tides of flesh flowing through her shifting as Yamako moved and pressed through her silkily. Yukio decided it was time to punish the naughty geisha for trying so hard to distract her when she was talking to Hitomi.

***

Above, Hitomi rippled her body mound towards the door. Her whole essence was filled with joy and desire, pure and unfiltered, multiplied and extended by this magnificent, impossible form she was in as she shifted her bulk and flowed deliciously along the walls, over and inside the suits of armour without disturbing them at all. She was contained, shaped, parcelled, then free and flowing and reshaped again, and she loved it.

She extended her face-bearing pseudopod out towards the door and pressed her cheek against its warm wooden facade with an undisguised moan of delight, for even as she did she felt her cheek flattening and spreading over it. She licked at the door for a moment, then her tongue touched against and flattened against the door, becoming deliquessant and once more being absorbed into her mass. Her features disappeared as the pseudopod pressed itself over the door's veneer, as she moved her hall-filling bulk up to ripple against this tiny impediment to her glory, for now she did feel glorious indeed.

She began to slide through the cracks in the doorframe and through the lock, feeling herself sliding through those small yet so silky spaces, and she realised that Yukio's home had truly been built for the designs and pleasures of her ladies. She wondered what delights there might be in other small places around the shop; what subtly different pleasures might be hidden away in nooks, crannies and hairline cracks as small rewards for those who explored and celebrated and revelled in their powers? A liquid shudder passed through her being with the imagining, and she surged around the doorframe, leaked through the keyhole and began to ooze into the main room.

For a time her appearance was not noted, but she was able to survey the room, filled with those delightful beings, and she was able to seek out the ones she sought. The amoebic lady, Kiku, was spread more widely this time, and serving as a kind of hammock for both Oichi and Fujiko, who lay naked in her soft embrace talking with one another. They seemed to be having fun. Oichi's breasts were still enormous, easily three times the size of Fujiko's, and Fuji always liked to be busty for a Japanese girl. Hitomi found herself lusting for those breasts, those big soft breasts. She could feel that Oichi was powerful, but also could feel how relaxed and at peace with herself she was. She realise that she wanted to taste that as much as her luscious body.

The ladies began to notice as Hitomi surged and let out a shuddering moan from her shapeless and flowing mass, as she brought herself together on the other side of the door, and now began the process of dragging the rest of herself blissfully through the door's few yet pleasing passages.

Her pseudopod rose from the mass almost immediately, waving like a flexible wand or serpent through the air as she began to pile up and ripple herself together, pouring like waves of thick cream to a central point, slowly melding together back into her running-walled mound shape. The ladies began to notice all across the floor, now, as Hitomi groaned and moaned with open-throated pleasure, pulling herself through the door and rising, rising above them, flexing out her tentacles and flickering them through the air before tensing and sharpening them into penile heads that flicked tantalisingly close to the onlookers.

She saw them solidifying out of hidden niches in the walls and seemingly solid objects reshaping, one girl who'd been apparently painted black and had taken the form of a sofa now rippled a dark androgenous torso into being that stared at her, as every lady that could see turned their attention to the enormity of Hitomi's being.

She pulled the last of herself through and bounced softly for a moment, before groaning up into the mountain spire from which her pseudopod emerged, her long neck bringing her down on head level with the girls. She flicked her tongue out and tasted one of them, and found that the touched one stepped forward, mouth slightly open and curious. Hitomi felt a fragment of nervousness, like a shadow of the past, but she banished it with a wave of pure desire.

Her tentacles surged down and coiled about the woman's body, wrapping her up in moments, then pulling her, stretching a distorted scream from her throat as she was pulled and twisted by Hitomi's strength. She smiled delightedly and plunged into the lady's sex, and moaned as she drew her against her soft flowing sides and rippled over her, cocooning and encasing her and flowing over her soft and supple body that was twisted out in a mad artistic panoply over a portion of Hitomi's surface like some kind of unique living tattoo.

She could see and feel the lady's pleasure, as she rippled gently and abandoned her Human pretence, head and hands and feet lengthening into penile tentacles, and a sudden mass of them exploding from her, stretching and distorting Hitomi's sides and causing a sudden cry of shock and delight at this new sensation. She could feel so perfectly her skin being stretched and distorted, bending around the pressure from within and shaping slickly around the lady's tenticular mass.

Hitomi rippled forward, glowing under the lusty regard she was receiving from the ladies, though most of them remained silent. She turned her pseudopod head this way and that, smiling and bowing at them, occasionally running a tentacle close to the lips of one lady or another, receiving a kiss or even a suck, but Hitomi took it no further than that. She moved her mass, as the lady inside her thrashed herself around and Hitomi just allowed herself to be distended and warped by the one inside her, pausing finally to let out a rippling shudder of pleasure, her vision blurring and her whole body bursting with warmth and delight.

"Hey, there," called a familiar voice from below. It was Fujiko, and as Hitomi's orgasmic haze faded and she slowly returned to her normal shape, the lady within relaxing contentedly inside her, she dropped her pseudopod to smile warmly.

"Hi, Fuji," she said. "I'm a little different."

Fujiko put her arms around the pseudopod and kissed Hitomi on the lips. "You're beautiful. I'm so happy for you. This is amazing. But come on, you're attracting everyone's attention. You shouldn't be such a glory hound."

"Yeah, Hitomi. You haven't even said hi to most of us, at least not personally. Come up here and say hello to me," called Oichi, now supported in a kind of high backed chair formed from the amorphous one beneath her.

Hitomi nodded and began to squeeze herself down towards a Human shape, even though it felt strange to be making herself so small. She felt the peak of her mass beginning to pull downwards, dragging her pseudopod neck with it, and as the peak became a volcanic crater, the slopes began to fold in as well, the softly rippling flesh became still in one way yet much more motile in another. The ladies all watched in delight as Hitomi swirled and pooled within herself as she squeezed and twisted her mass down and down, the amorphous shape she'd adopted becoming smaller and smaller, until she seemed an incredibly bloated ball, from which hands and delicate feet emerged.

Hitomi groaned with delight as she pressed herself inwards, and felt the mass of tentacles inside being squeezed and rolled within her. As she formed her breasts they were immediately pressed against from within and stretched outwards, her nipples coating the lady's tentacles as she flicked them about and then surged them towards Hitomi's slowly forming face. Without thinking she opened a cavity that became defined as her mouth as she pulled down, the ball of flesh seeming now to be drawn over a solid shape within though of course this was not the case. She moaned and her moan became a muffled scream as both of her elongated breasts were thrust into her throat, her mouth stretching a little to accomodate them. She suckled without thinking, shuddering with pleasure at the sensations from her distorted breasts, at the feelings that sparked all over her smooth warm flesh.

She pulled her head back and licked at her nipples, ideas blossoming in her mind for the future as she imagined stretching them into members and taking lovers with them, her breathing, mimicked now as she formed faked internal organs and skeletal structures, was quick and lusty. She shuddered, and her fleshy body groaned as it pulled itself towards a Human shape, as Hitomi crushed the lady inside down and balled her up and spread her out all through herself, finally perfecting the body she'd worn her whole life and yet had so gleefully abandoned on this night of insane pleasures and even crazier revelations.

She stepped forward, and shivered with pleasure as she felt the lady inside being pressed against and pushed about by her step, by every movement of her flesh. It was wonderfully… erotic. Fujiko led her by the arm around the various sections of the main room, while Hitomi bit her lip and tried not to cross her legs in an expression of her delight, for she was wet and dripping below, her nipples stiff and hard.

In the lounge, Hitomi was introduced to a few of the newer ladies, one of the four admitted immediately to preferring her half-melted state to any other, as she poured off one of the sofas and coated some of the floor around it, her torso flowing in a rippling curve out of the mass, her arm joined to it at the elbow, and her long dark hair turning into flesh at the tips where it trailed through her. Hitomi sat with these girls, feeling the gentle caresses from inside herself and quietly keeping her legs demurely together so they couldn't see the wetness, but her nipples betrayed her feelings more than enough. In this company Hitomi found that the lounge was mostly used for quiet, philosophical talking, sharing experiences of their newfound forms and powers and learning more about their new existence. The bar was where they went to really relax. They were fascinated by Hitomi's obvious power and immense size, especially since she was so young, and when they inquired as to how she'd become so powerful so quickly she could only shrug and smile. As they spoke, Hitomi looked about occasionally, seeing ladies here and there entwined and making love, twisting their malleable bodies into spirals or shapeless passionate masses, in one case forming a complex knotwork of their bodies. The two were artists, and she actually recognised them as the pair who'd been talking in the lounge when she'd entered some hours earlier. They were bond-lovers, whatever that meant. The moans that issued back and forth across the room, from love-making or little pleasurable trips and tricks created a sultry ambience that did nothing to help calm Hitomi down.

After a short time, Fujiko took her away, the girls there all suddenly abandoning pretences, coiling and stretching from their places seated to rub against her and around her, licking and sucking on her breasts and kissing her lips, the liquid girl splashing against Hitomi's crotch and pushing up into her for a moment, penetrating her suddenly and passionately before again sliding back onto the sofa, the girls retracting their distorted bodies before waving goodbye and returning to their conversations.

Hitomi was guided away, but her steps were somewhat unsteady, and her passions raged even louder, for the lady within had felt the touches, caresses and penetrations, and was twisting and writhing through Hitomi's being, sending sparks of pleasure through her structure and making her want to grow and spread out again and express her desires. But for now, she decided it would be better to exercise some control. At the very least it was worth proving she could.

As Fujiko led her towards the Bar, the other big area on the main floor, she explained that there were other places behind the doors at the back, for Madam Yukio's shop was a lot bigger than it looked, and even she had no idea how it worked or really where they were at that exact moment. Hitomi learnt that there was a bath house, several meditation rooms, a passageway that led to an area of mountains that Fujiko hadn't yet located geographically, several large rooms dedicated to those ladies who wanted to train or practice, and of course several large rooms that could be taken as personal quarters for those ladies who wanted a place to rest alone and simply be. Hitomi took this in with slightly parted lips and nods of her head, though it was hard to concentrate.

As she was brought up the tiers of steps that led to the bar, she saw that whatever the ladies were drinking it probably wasn't mere alcohol, for it seemed to fizz and bubble and was a truly vivid variety of colours, and was served in tall crystal glasses. She was greeted by all, but it was Oichi that held her attention, as she rolled elegantly over in the sponge-like embrace of the amorphous lady, who had like before balled most of her mass up on one of the large tables, though she spread down onto one of its benches and a little onto the floor as well. She moved softly as Hitomi approached, forming little waving filaments that flicked out and tripped over Hitomi's nipples, causing her to gasp and nearly fall into Fujiko's arms. Oichi laughed and spanked her chair-lady, who moved and shifted liquidly at the blow, shivering with delight.

Oichi smiled at Hitomi as she straightened up, and she saw Oichi up close for the first time. Her naked breasts were round and very soft looking, her eyes were somewhat wider then they had been before, the slits less exagerrated. Her hair was a long velveteen wave of purple, red and black flowing in almost zig-zag patterns throughout, washing over her shoulders and ticking at the upper swells of her breasts. She was curvy and shaped in a way that bespoke a lusty temperament, and that would have been without her quite obviously presenting her seemingly tight-lipped sex for Hitomi's perusal. The urge to take her was powerful indeed, but so was the knowledge that this one was perhaps greater than her, second to Yukio and Yamako, but probably superior to Hitomi. Hadn't Fujiko said that Oichi, despite her modern appearance, was over a century old?

Her fleshy seat rippled as Hitomi approached, and as Oichi leant forward it flowed to match her, keeping her comfortable and pressing against her, though which was more important to the lady so intently moulding around Oichi's body was hard to tell.

"Hey there," Oichi said again, with a husky twist to her voice and a grin, mimicking Fujiko's greeting yet at once sexualising it.

"Hello, Oichi-san," Hitomi said, biting her lip very gently as the lady within her insistently pushed against her recalcitrant flesh, while Hitomi merely kept herself still, the efforts of the other a soft, slight movement across her flesh that to Hitomi felt like being caressed and stroked across fully half of her body at once, shifting and moving about and keeping her excited. Her breathing was still quick and her chest, slight though it was, heaved. It didn't help, now that she was looking at Oichi's enormous breasts with their huge stiff nipples which were each as thick as a moderately sized masculine member, that she couldn't help but imagining what it would look like if Oichi's chest were heaving.

She shuddered unconsciously. Oichi's grin dropped to a smile, and she rolled her shoulders back, lifting and presenting her magnificent breasts to Hitomi. "So, you want to be friends?"

"O-of course," Hitomi stammered, feeling just a little confused again, a little more like the person she used to be. "Though I don't really know what that means."

Oichi shrugged, causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle softly. "Hang out, do each other's hair, read manga, go to KFC..." she licked her lips. "Have sex. You know. Fun stuff. Girl stuff."

"I... like... girl stuff," Hitomi said thickly, swallowing deeply and losing a little control, allowing for eight wriggling lines to emerge from her torso, as the lady inside stretched Hitomi out, bending and distorting her slightly relaxed flesh. Hitomi's eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she cried out in pleasure, adding her voice to the occasional moans that could be heard from various parts of the room.

"You look like you're about to fall over," Oichi said. "Need a hand? Something to hold onto?" There was a sound, not unlike a balloon being twisted hard upon itself, Oichi's soft gasp, and Hitomi opened her eyes slightly, then snapped them wide as she saw Oichi's enormous breasts growing bigger yet, swelling out and blossoming, pressing together liquidly and flooding out from her torso until they were within her reach, until nipples now each the size of Hitomi's head and as long as her forearm were within her finger's reach. "Feel free," Oichi said softly, bending her head and nuzzling against her mass of soft titflesh, "there's plenty to go round."

Hitomi reached up with a trembling hand, and touched it to Oichi's enormous, engorged nipple. It felt stiff, like hard rubber, smooth and springy, yet at once firm and resisting. It was like a dark traffic cone, the bumps along its surface like tiny, rock hard gems, and the aureole swollen and puffy. As if feeling Oichi's proximity, the lady within Hitomi surged, and Hitomi cried out, her face falling against that wonderful nipple as her body was distended and stretched by the writhing tentacles within that now pushed her out and began to rub her over Oichi's soft and liquid breast flesh. Hitomi screamed in delight, and with a sudden rush her mouth was filled by that silkiness as Oichi's breast surged forward again, issuing that strange rubbery sound once more. Hitomi sucked, then chewed on it, running her teeth over Oichi's breasts and hungrily sucking the flesh into her throat and rippling on it powerfully, tasting the saltiness of Oichi's skin and being forcibly rubbed over the softness of her breasts, being stretched from within and pushed around. Hitomi held onto the offered nipple with both hands, squeezing and kneading, hearing Oichi sigh with pleasure.

Suddenly, the nipple shuddered, no more solid than quicksand, and Hitomi's grasping, compressing hand sank into it as Oichi now moaned in delight. There was a loud sucking sound, not messy like the sound water makes down a plughole, but an airless, flawless single billowing note as her breast pulled backwards, flesh tightening down into Oichi's form and dragging Hitomi forward with its passage. She felt the nipple shrinking and tightening on her hands, saw the great mass of breast flesh disappear from her vision and Oichi appeared, tongue lolling from her mouth and held firmly between her teeth, hands rubbing through her liquid tits and playing and pleasuring them.

They shrank back down to what she clearly thought of as her 'normal' size, and Hitomi found that both her hands were being gently sucked on by one of Oichi's breasts, the nipple distended dramatically around Hitomi's wrists. The tentacles of Hitomi's body, part of one of her breasts pushed violently out to form one of them, were running insistently over Oichi's bosom, thrusting up through her cleavage and giving Hitomi an intense feeling of its depth and tight soft pressing delights that only made her grow hotter and yet more aroused. She felt like she was boiling inside, barely in control.

Oichi met her eyes with a sultry stare, then glanced at the stroking tentacles that the lady within was forming from Hitomi's body. Oichi stroked her hands inside her own breasts and purred as they moved about, the flesh where they entered risen slightly and sucking on her wrists, moving with her arms perfectly. "Can't you keep Mima under control?" Oichi asked playfully, almost chidingly. "I mean, everyone's hyping you up as the next big thing," she grinned, "and you can't even make her your bitch? She's totally mine."

Hitomi felt suddenly angry, as she had a few times, and she snapped into control. Her body violently crunched back in on itself, slipping back into Human dimensions, yanking out of Oichi's cleavage and pulling back from her breasts to settle back where Hitomi decided it belonged. She felt Mima moving around, and with simple will she calcified her in place in a prison of her own body. "Better?" She asked, her voice suddenly deeper, more intense. She realised, though, as she tried to pull her arms back, that she only succeeded in pulling Oichi's breasts forward, dragging that strange rubbery sound from them as they lengthened and her nipples were distorted by Hitomi's pull, before they snapped back again, keeping her hands pinned together inside her nipple and soft fleshy breasts. She struggled only briefly, before standing and heaving furiously, thinking about what else she could do but doing nothing. They stared at each other silently for a few moments, and Hitomi slowly calmed down as she felt the rippling undercurrents within Oichi's bosom, the flesh whirling and writhing, licking and kissing over Hitomi's hands and sucking on her fingers.

Oichi purred again and slid her hands forward through her breasts, then stroked over Hitomi's hands with her fingers before pulling them out, her flesh clinging to them hungrily as Hitomi's own had once earlier in the night. Oichi shuddered and grinned broadly, before yanking her hands free of her breasts and throwing her arms above her head, setting her breasts to jiggling and bouncing around Hitomi's hands, at the same time rolling her shoulders back and presenting them again as if for play. There remained a wolfish and playful grin on Oichi's face as she leant back into her amorphous friend. Or was she a lover? Probably, Hitomi realised. She knew that she would have many, already. The one within she'd taken on a sudden instinct. How often would that happen?

"So," Hitomi said, her voice normal and quiet again, "what happens to me now, Oichi-san?"

"Now? Well, now that you've calmed down, we can talk. You do feel... comfortable, don't you?"

Hitomi wiggled her fingers, and Oichi gasped. "Yes, I'm okay. Your breasts are very soft."

"Best pair in the universe, girly," Oichi said. "And don't ever doubt it."

"Better than Yukio's?" Hitomi asked with a smile of her own. She was surprised by Oichi's answer.

"Hell yeah! I'll admit that I can't quite match her for quality, nobody can. But for quantity, for flexibility, for imagination... I win," she said.

"I don't believe you," Hitomi replied, almost imperiously. Her brief, heavenly touch with Yukio was lost to her mind in detail, but there remained a shadowy impression of wonder that carried into her voice and gave her firm resolve in Yukio's perfection.

"Don't believe all you want, but it's true. But then, that's because I specialize, or hadn't you noticed?" Her breasts suddenly bounced all of their own accord, rippling and flowing around Hitomi's wrists and causing Oichi's breath to catch in her throat.

"I'd... noticed, yes. But we can all do that, can't we?" Hitomi asked, slightly confused.

"To some degree, of course," Oichi said. "We're all fluid, we're all shaped by our desires. You've seen me stretch, right? We can do what we want. But when we focus, when we codify that pleasure, when we define our own metaphors for it... well, that's when we start really exploring ourselves. I always wanted bigger, better breasts. I hated mine. So I've been focusing on them ever since I changed, and now I'm happy. You can probably make those little, little breasts as big as mine, but you'll never make them as sensitive or be as perfectly in control. That's my thing."

"I don't understand," Hitomi said.

"You shouldn't. You're only what... one day old? Two?"

"I'm only a few hours old, Oichi-san," Hitomi replied.

Oichi laughed, as did a few of the other girls who were listening. Hitomi didn't get the joke. "Oh, I'm sorry, you obviously lost track of time. You've been talking with Yukio for at least a day."

Hitomi's eyes widened, but then she merely frowned. She wondered suddenly if that time had vanished when she'd made contact with Yukio. In fact it was the only possible explanation, so she went with it.

"Oh," she said. "I had no idea. Your breasts are magnificent."

"Wanna play with them?" Oichi asked archly. "Wanna touch them?"

Hitomi nodded, and gasped. "I'm so aroused. It's overwhelming!"

"You'll get used to it," Oichi said with a broad smile. "You'll spend an awful lot of time in that state, after all. Right now, indulge yourself, and let us, let me, enjoy you."

Hitomi felt Oichi's flesh push, and her hands were thrust out of the nipple, she saw it slide perfectly back together and sit, proud and large and stiff, on Oichi's breast. She arched her body back and presented even more drastically, almost begging Hitomi to play with them. It was beyond the point where she could hope to resist.

She raised her hands and laid them on Oichi's breasts, beginning to stroke over the soft surface, feeling it and gently squeezing it here and there, experiencing how amazingly silky her flesh was and how yielding. In only moments she lowered her face to Oichi's bosom and began rubbing her cheek against her right breast. Activity in the room was long returned to normal. This was anything but an unusual sight.

Fujiko took up a seat nearby, watching Hitomi and Oichi together, smiling at Oichi over Hitomi's back. They'd been lovers for a long time, and if there was one person Fujiko was happy to share Hitomi with it was Oichi. For one thing, Fujiko knew what Oichi was almost certainly going to do, and she knew it would blow Hitomi's mind, and she definitely wanted to be around to see the results.

Hitomi moaned as she again loosened her iron control, and felt the lady inside flexing and moving, causing little bulges in her back and sides and in the upper curve of her left breast, beginning to pleasure her from within once again even as her senses were excited by Oichi's incredible breasts. Almost unconsciously, Hitomi swelled her own, making them more rounded and full and bouncy, causing a ripple of sensations she hadn't expected, as she felt her flesh expanding and multiplying, her outer surface stretching to contain the increased mass and in doing so pushing through and around the lady within her left breast. She gasped, and her lower lip brushed Oichi's nipple. She lowered her head slightly, and suckled upon it, extracting a cry of pleasure.

She began to knead and squeeze, letting out a low growl of hungry lust, biting on the nipple and causing Oichi to gasp loudly. But then they were interrupted by a sudden tremor that ran through the floor. Hitomi looked around, but Oichi slapped her hand to her head and pressed it into her cleavage. "Don't stop, for fuck's sake!" She gasped, as she felt herself rising, rising and reaching the limit point, where this fun would really begin and she'd show Hitomi exactly what she was talking about earlier. She'd show her how magnificent her breasts really were.

"But, what was that?" Hitomi said, mumbling into Oichi's soft flesh as she rubbed her face back and forth and rubbed Oichi's breasts together, feeling them molding and rippling under her insistent squeezing pressure. They were so soft and smooth! She felt like she could be here forever, just rubbing against them and squeezing and playing, especially since she knew, she could feel somehow, that at the merest whim Oichi could make them bouyant and firm fleshed and far less yielding.

Oichi gasped with quickened breaths, her eyes flickering, her passions beginning to boil through her belly and spreading out through her body. She always preferred a harder form than many of the other ladies. She liked a little solidity to her being. She loved the sound and feeling of her bones lengthening and coiling away into flesh, snapping and shattering as she distorted herself away from her pretence. She was kinky that way.

"It was… almost certainly… Yamako and Yukio fucking each other," Oichi said. "They're pretty wild, which shouldn't be much of a surprise since they're basically like us with the knob turned up to three sixteen. And Yamako's… really good… at pleasuring people. It's like she's a fucking psychic or something. She always knows which buttons to press. So yeah. Probably them."

Hitomi took it on board, not comprehending. But her body knew, and it was as if that tremor loosed something into the air, for those ladies making love became more passionate, and those not began to seek their bond-lovers or to press against those nearby, or to soften or melt against those they were already close to. Hitomi began to suckle hungrily, then raised her head and cried out in delight as Mima thrashed hard, pushing Hitomi's back out sharply, thrusting one of her buttocks out at a right angle, slamming part of her left breast out, thrusting in a wave out of her belly, throwing Hitomi into shudders. She moved around Mima, and felt her flesh sliding over her stiffness, her pressing pressure. Her breast slid up around the tentacle, even as the part she'd pushed moved away from the tip. Hitomi manouevred her nipple there, and Mima gripped and pushed it out, causing her to scream. Hitomi felt the wet barrel of her sex suddenly being filled from within, and new Mima was about to explode from her body. She squeezed hard, so very hard, on Oichi's breasts, extracting a loud cry of pleasure from her… and Hitomi felt her hands sink into them.

She suddenly looked down, and saw on Oichi's face a look of absolute hunger, as her breasts became a seething, boiling mass of flesh, shifting like enraged quicksand, sucking Hitomi's hands into them. She felt Oichi's flesh clinging and sucking and flowing rapidly, and she knew immediately what was intended for her. She turned, and saw Fujiko smiling at her. She licked her lips, and winked. Hitomi looked back at Oichi, just as she arched her back and raised her breasts so that her nipples slid up and sucked around Hitomi's wrists again, holding them in their stiff rubbery enclosures.

"That's better," Oichi gasped, as she felt her limit break, and her lusts boil through her, infusing her with desire and unleashing her true power. She sucked, and felt Hitomi's milky soft skin sliding into her nipples, passing into the wondrous confines of her breasts, and she let out a long, low cry of pleasure and almost angelic delight as her breasts began to swell with Hitomi's entrance into them. "That's so much better! This is heaven…"

Within Hitomi, Mima became still. She knew what was happening outside, and she didn't want to distract Hitomi from it. That would be all wrong. She wanted Hitomi to enjoy it, to experience it, and she wanted to be part of it herself.

Hitomi was drawn in up to the elbows, and she watched as Oichi's seething titflesh burgeoned, becoming ever larger and rounder and fuller. She wanted to press against them, but she didn't want her face to disappear beneath the surface yet. She wanted to watch, to watch that soft surface flowing over her limbs and growing larger and greater. She had a sudden flash of an idea. She smiled and looked into Oichi's somewhat hooded, lust-filled eyes, then began to make her arms longer, stretching her bones away with a loud grinding sound and pushing hard into Oichi's bosom.

They grew, blossoming and swelling dramatically, their curvature threatening to hide Oichi's face, falling down over her belly. The fleshy seat beneath her spread out long fleshy pseudopods that started rubbing over the enormous heft of them, and Oichi cried out in high-pitched delight, her voice shifting to an unnatural tone that reminded Hitomi of water and wind.

Oichi suddenly growled, and sucked Hitomi's arms all the way in up the shoulders, pulling Hitomi's head down between her breasts, crying in delight as her breasts grew suddenly larger, looking down and ducking her head to lick over her own bosom and kiss at her beloved breasts.

"What… what happens now?" Hitomi asked, rubbing her face against Oichi's so soft boobs, feeling the surging flesh within each of those great orbs and the sucking pressure of it and the hungry nipples that sought to drag Hitomi inside. She knew she couldn't fight it. She knew suddenly that these tits had uprooted and devoured trees, consumed stones and ripped chunks from mountainsides. She knew, and she wanted so much to see and to witness and to be there when it happened. But at this moment, she could feel the pressure growing in her faked skeleton, could feel her flesh being pulled upon in both directions, and was surprised to find Oichi's breasts not yielding to her nuzzles, acting like mere Human skin rather than the liquid flesh that had sucked in her hands and was drawing her within.

Oichi laughed. "Now? Now my tits suck you up!"

"But…" Hitomi began, but she didn't finish. With a sound like a great sail of cloth tearing, mixed and shook together with the sound of a skull cracked apart by incredible pressure, her face split at the forehead. She let out a choked cry of sudden, shocked ecstasy as her skull melted and rolled apart, as her head was slowly pulled apart by this dragging, sucking pressure, as the nipples surged and wrenched upon her and Oichi's hungry flesh roiled like a tempest hungry to grow larger still.

Hitomi vomited out another cry, her head split open down the back and was ripped into two perfect halves, her vision suddenly spiralled away in two directions as her head halves were pulled each towards a different nipple, each hungry to be satisfied, each breast wanting to feed upon her and hold her mass within.

Her neck tensed, tried to hold, then her spine began to grind and snap to pieces and her flesh again ripped apart, splitting down the middle, her flapping head halves slapped slickly against Oichi's tits and she felt through one and saw with the other the rippling flesh beginning again to swell as it fed now on her shoulders, the nipples swelling fat around the balled bone and muscle before gulping it into the bosom like a great thickening fleshy throat.

Hitomi's head halves were pulled towards the nipples like discarded cloth being dragged by a coathanger, held up again as her torso felt that incredible, earth-cracking pressure upon it. Hitomi let out a warbling scream of delight, Oichi's unearthly voice echoed, and with a thunderous sound Hitomi's breastbone shattered, split and cracked open, her flesh tearing apart as Oichi pulled her in half again, unzipping her torso right down the middle, revealing only perfect smooth flesh in the middle as the rip ran down towards her crotch, as Hitomi was swiftly ripped into halves.

She felt her breasts yanked in opposite directions, and unconsciously she swelled them larger yet, for she was becoming lost to passions she didn't yet understand, but she knew she liked them larger as Oichi's amorphous friend reached out with her tendrils to stroke over Hitomi's increased bosom as it was pulled relentlessly towards Oichi's hungry tits.

The nipples bulged and grew with the flesh pouring in, dragging the halves of Hitomi's hair into them and sucking her inside, Oichi screaming now, screaming in unbridled lust and pleasure as she swallowed her up. Hitomi's eyes were gone, melted away. She saw with her whole being again, as Human perceptions were lost to her. She felt her neck and half chest being sucked into both of those breasts, she felt herself blossoming within and boiling up against Oichi's fleshy exterior, stretching those mighty fleshy globes out, swelling them larger and larger, masking Oichi's face from any who looked from the front, they were too large to see over now.

There was a pause as Hitomi's swollen breasts reached the nipples, she felt them sucking intently, pulling her in, rippling like powerful throats sucking on a member, then stretching wider to swallow.

Oichi gasped and roared with passionate delight as she grew to encompass Hitomi's smaller, insignificant tits and gulp them into her own greater bosom. She buried her face in her tumultuous breast, feeling her flesh bubbling against her face, sticking to it. She pulled her head back, and her voice became truly in