Way Two Toxic
M/FF
Melting
Leather/Raincoat
Acid Jizz
Unwilling
Internal/External Digestion
 
Tired of his girlfriend's cheating, and her rent-free sister's verbal battering, the assumedly unendowed pincushion decides to put his foot and pants down. And what a presented opportunity! His girlfriend had left for errands and probably then some, thinking he'd be lost in a game event, while the spear-tongue lay in the other room, music blaring and handheld flicking about. A peek at her peak lack of awareness, not too apart from the usual, as she was playing while laying on her gut, forelegs kicking about. Now waiting behind the feet at the foot of the bed, he watched for when the legs would line up, hoping they'd line up before his deoderant gave, giving him away.
 
Battle victory music! Loud, happy chimes, experience tallying, and a synchronized rise of the legs before thwacking them down! Instead of a thwump, a slick squelch is heard even over the loud speakers and handheld, her forelegs sliding right into the urethra that was well lubed with anticipation, hot precum squirting up her leather pants and hitting her back below the leather vest. Noise cover unneeded, he unplugs the speaker, all to savor every last slimy sound and expletive before they melted into nothing. She starts shouting the usual, a nasty acid for the ears, though shortlived, as before she can turn to look, his rod yanks and balls suck deep, pulling her up to her bust with another squirt, even pulling her grip from the console for once!
 
A yelp melts into a moan as her bare feet sizzle one second and disperse the next, lasting as short as her previous tangent. Almost as feisty as his visceral cum, she slurredly resumes griping, even while her chest slid in and forelegs sizzled, the ankles of her pants almost flattening already. Trying futily to hold onto anything before she slipped away, she clutched the end of the bed as his groin heaved her in one final time, yanking her up to her forearms. Her precum-slicked grip lasting less than a second, and the majority of her already claimed, she disappeared from sight, sliding in quickly onto her knees and what little was left of her forelegs, stuck in his sack, saggy and distended from all the air sucked in.
 
No longer gagged by his shaft, her gravel mouth resumes with what her sister'd reduce him to, something he'd already planned for, before going into the usual derision. Seeing the console, surprisingly unmarred by cum, he grabs it, hoists his behind up and back, then sits atop his sack with a victorious sigh, pressing down on her back, and smearing out what remained of her forelegs, their weight squinting cum from her pantlegs. "You missed so many dungeon secrets." being his only retort to her, and probably his final words towards her to boot.
 
Despite such pressure, she somehow managed more decibels, especially as she screamed, her turned head seeing a forearm liquify before her, not even a flat sleeve to signify it ever existed. Quivering, raw obscenities seeped through his balls, oddly to his enjoyment, as it's hard to insult with something they've already been labeled at least thrice before. He savored her resistance, the back of her head desperately pressing against his ass as her unworked arms faded quickly, her dissolving thighs leaving her head closer and closer to the still sizzling cum from her arms.
 
Nothing left to hoist her up from the slop, he shifts over and puts his bare foot over her head, pressing down, pushing the side of her face into the ooze. Wailing, moaning, sizzling, a savory, slimey undoing, her eyes roll back as finally her knife of a mouth is dulled, gargling as her stabbing tongue and cheek melt. Not like she could think of anything to say while her brain is being fucked out of the melting cranium, her head quickly becoming a whitened, warping mound, his foot shifting over her head the whole while, savoring the feel of every melting feature before finally smearing away the last of her, her neck a bubbling stub.
 
Her pelvis going fast, her pants almost free of her, he sits there, enjoying the feeling as the remaining torso sinks beneath him into the cum, the boney spine of his seat softening. With her pelvis and front dissolved, and the rest soft enough, he decides to go with a splat! He stands up,... and falls ass-first on what was left, the blow to his ass cushioned with a loud squelch, smearing her out of existence with cum gushing out every opening of the leather vest.
 
Panting, he struggles to hold in the gallons of cum, saving her for later. Every step is a struggle to not finally relieve himself of what was left of the bitch as he drags his faintly sizzling sack down the hall, resting around a corner from the front door after hauling a person's weight in cum in his balls. He then resumes the game, cum sloshing under his movements as he checks the time, figuring his girlfriend would take a while longer than it should to go to the grocer.
 
Darkness fell, a game chapter was beaten, the sizzling was long gone, but then, the slow sound of the handle! She makes no announcement, opening and closing the door carefully, wanting to blend in as if she'd been there the whole while, and turns to lock the door. No quicker did she close it than did he leap into action, bounding the corner and aiming a shot at her feet, the sloshing sound below him causing her to turn to look, but only just as the splash of cum coated her feet, causing her sneakers to sink into the white puddle. Seeing him hold and rub his log over clenching balls warrants a quick "What the FUCK?!", as her forelegs and jeans continued gooping away, nothing left of her sneakers but dispersing fluid.
 
Another blast shot out, aimed just right as to envelope her face, blowing the hood of her raincoat clean off and splatting her sister's vest over her dissolving features as she mutters parting gargles out her mouth. Her arms had reflexively sprung up to try and grab the vest, but stopped halfway and just shook, grasping at air as her very brain came... and went, the vest sinking lower and lower until it slid down on a stream of cum, gliding down her chest from a gurgling neck.
 
Her arms fell aside, lifeless, as her body leaned forward on melting knees, just to be blown back into the door with a blast of cum to her chest, hitting her with her sister's pants. Sliding down onto her backend, her hands became splashes, wrists quickly vacating, sleeve ends flattening in short order as the mixture of her and her sister that'd poured down her collar coated her arms and ate through her shoulders, arms falling one then another through the sleeves. Her arms splattered out except for the barely solid upper arms, pent up where the flattening sleeves met the floor, but fading just as quick. Her bust sags as the raincoat rests lower on the white mounds of her chest and what remains of her collar.
 
One last, large shot, aimed between the white mounds that were her jeans and legs, gushing one cunt into the other while blasting her sinking thighs aside. Dissolving pelvis sliding forward, her remaining torso slid onto its back. Enjoying the sound of the creaking vinyl, slime slicking around, and sizzling remnants, he begins cranking another one out, watching the last of her slathered existence as the cum-drenched raincoat sags lower and lower, sizzling slowly fading.
 
Eventually arriving, releasing what little remained in him from the sister, he came and came to his senses. He was now faced with what was once two people, somehow more of a hot mess than they were before. Not wanting to risk touching it now, lest they bring him down to their level again, nor wanting to clean the grave amounts of carpet crust later, an idea came to him, "Isn't their mother a cleaning lady?"