Blissfully Broken Down
 
Sent home from work early, a man's dwelling thoughts over why are quickly dashed over opening the door to find his girlfriend's red, vinyl raincoat and bucket hat sprawled on the tile floor, a white substance spilling out. Was it foreplay, was she playing a prank, was she cheating? Maybe some home invader came in unannounced and turned her into a liquid obituary. A combination of the last two? There's hardly enough left for a body. Regardless, he looks around, then picks up the raincoat. It's coated in yogurt?
 
His girlfriend, impatient for their usual sex, had decided to masturbate, leaving the raincoat there as she had gone to clean herself up. Hearing him return, she peeked around the corner. Seeing him holding the raincoat as something white and slimy leaked from it made her arrive on the spot, buckling with a quick moan as she clutched the doorframe for support, grabbing his attention. Seeing her so aroused, he asked "So what's the angle?", quizical of there being any foreplay he should adapt to.
 
Still breathing heavy from having arrived a second time, she daintily skipped over, trails dripping from her legs over the floor. Grabbing the raincoat, looking into his eyes, "I'll be back clear it up in a bit after I put Alexi-- my raincoat on. Hint, it's more of a trajectory." She then grabs the hat and rushes into... the garage, leaving him perplexed. "Trajectory? garage? She wants to use a hunting bow in sex? Did she call the raincoat by her name?" He's greeted by her wearing the raingear, in addition to red gloves and waders over her shoulders, causing him to snicker. Trying his best at some foreplay, "So sailor, any big catche-- HA HA, I can't! You look like a rubber clown!" escapes. She approaches, not having cleaned the yogurt from her raingear, let alone the mess between her legs, given soon she knew nothing would matter to her anymore.
 
Approaching, she says "Then,..." Taking his top off, "How about,... Followed by wrapping around him from the front gliding her arms up and down his back, stating "You splatter this cream pie all over the wall?", in a bluntly sultry tone. "Oh?" curiously leaves his mouth, clueing in on her intentions. "I want to feel that pure bliss when I'm comepletely at your mercy, no limbs to even flail around, melting! Take me and turn me into a happy memory spilling over the room!"
 
He was curious if she'd have any second thoughts, as after all, the house would be briefly lonely with just one person and a stain pouring over the surfaces; cum-logged raingear isn't good at holding a conversation after all. "You sure? I'll be blunt, you'll be nothing but dead cock-splatter." he asks, unable to hide arousal at the thought of sending plume after plume of her gushing out. She stradles over to his side and clutches his groin, feeling it over, and regardless of the earlier statement, commenting "Funny to think that in my hand is what will melt my hand, and everything else into jizz." Getting a good feel up and down her, assuming it'd be their last, he adds, "You seem awfully prepared to be fucked into a puddle."
 
"Oh you have no..." She unlatches her hand from his groin to yank the zipper of his vinyl leggings down forcefully. "Fucking idea, just how much,..." She then pulls his junk the rest of the way out, his hard rod bobbing free. "Or how long, I've fantasized about..." She slowly begins finessing it with her red glove. "Pouring out of this raincoat!" Rubbing up against his side, she primes him with a hand job and a quick, deep dig of her tongue into his ear, before she eyeballs the cock she rubs, knowing she'll soon see its inside.
 
A story is told by a voice dripping with her arousal, "A while ago, I'd gotten to thinking about just what you did to those spluts you picked up to put down from the bar, and what it must be like melting into a mound of sperm, and I got intrigued!" He's breathing heavy, in enjoyment and in anticipation, as she continues, "I looked it up and found some underground cam people, streaming people being jizzed, and got hooked instantly! I even started to fantasize about my own body being melted into splooge! I started getting creative with my masturbation too. I filled this cap with yogurt and smashed it into the surface of my raincoat, jizzing so much to the thought of my melted face pouring all over! And that's just the beginning of my end! I stuck a recorder and pillow in this raincoat, listening as I heard my own voice shouting 'I'M MELLLTING!!' before it clipped into the sounds of me gargling 'milk', and I even splattered some yogurt on the front and in the sleeve ends. I arrived eight times to what looked and sounded like my melting body! Nearly passed out. And don't worry,... I made sure to lick aaall the yogurt off the vinyl and the tiling."
 
After hearing all this, he can only ask "D-Damn, how b-bad you wanna muh-melt?", barely able to get even that out, his cock really getting into the mood despite already having spewed some sloppy chick down an alley on the way to work. Ignoring the question, she continues even more, getting off just exposing the slimy details to him, "I even named this Raincoat after myself and started greeting it in the closet when I felt like 'melting' and you weren't around, 'Hey, Alexis!~', as if she was already all that was left of me after my slop washed away! And then there's the roleplaying I did in Alexis, wearing her into a hot bath and masturbating with my arms pulled into the sleeves while pretending I was melting down, going more limp and sinking deeper in the water until my rainhat floated away. Or maybe you won't even take me inside you to disintigrate my being! Like this one video, where I watched a guy jizz a bucket at the feet of a woman walking away from him, and watched her body sink deeper into a stain with every movement, her legs sliding into a puddle, like butter melting faster over a dry pan. I replicated that one so many times, fingering myself as I slid onto my knees, then into a kneel, and finally bringing my torso down and making gurgling sounds as if my face was smearing over the ground like wet makeup! Somtimes I'd just lie on Alexis and masturbate while making bubbles with my mouth, as if I was already a stain. It got to where just seeing Alexis flat on the floor would make my legs fucking pour, thinking about her sliding across the floor, flat atop a deluge of disintegrated bitch!"
 
"I even watched controversal melt-roulette streams, where a random viewer with their cam on would be chosen by the host and then liquified where they sat, quickly vanishing from sight into a stain on the floor! You never came home to a cum-logged desk chair, so you know how that went." Precum was spilling forth by now, some pouring down her glove, gobs big enough to produce audible splats on the tile, from a cock more attuned to an occasional 'pump-n-dump' than masturbation. Her heated, baited breath shooting cold down his shimmeringly sweaty chest, is interrupted by "Aaaah-huh! It's as if my hand's melting from my glove already! The smell's so good I could die!", getting him in the 'jizz-t' of the mood, retorting "Hah, 'could die', is seeming l-likel-lier and l-likelier, if you keep 'it' up!" "Fff-fu-huck yeah,... I hhhope it's more messy... and gruuessome than... an 80s flick!" wheezes out from her between heavy breaths.
 
Barely standing, he's quivering to every scrunch of her vinyl as his rod goes beyond any normal size or girth, making it hard to prime further with only one hand. She decides to wrap around from behind, hardly upright herself, as he leans back over her for support, her tongue lapping sweat from his back, clutching her pathway to eternal happiness in her hands like shakily pouring a full 2 liter of pop. A few moments later, a few inches wider, and she collapses to her ass under him, pinned to the floor under his back, not skipping a beat in beating him off in spite of it. "G-gonna CUM!" he blurts, recieving her sassy remark in return, "For once I won't worry about you finishing before me!"
 
Just in what his own loins produce, he jacks a melted midget's worth in cum, and she revels in the spasming weight bearing down on her, arriving as well to thoughts of her position, as if she was already an emptied, rubber husk beneath him, being spilled. Her cum-drowned idea of being no more than wet-wear drrenched in cum is the only thing to loose her from his rod, leaving her squirming beneath him, arms flopping aside as she spills down her legs into her waders. An experience both of them are left reeling from. After a few moments to catch his breath, he gets up from his soft, heavy-breathing, vinyl-sheeted mattress, and stretches his back, during which she gets a cheeky idea, eyeing her future form. She gets up and goes over, placing her feet firmly into the biggest puddle, even stomping it once, splattering cum, a bit disappointed, having thought she might get to enjoy a wicked end, sinking into pleasure.
 
Looking down, hands on hips, she admires the amount she'd amount to for a second before he interrupts, "That was fun. We could do it again sometime,... unless you're still 'dead' set on fucking away into nut in my balls." Meeting eyes with him, she gets a sly look, tips her hat to cover most her face, holds her precum drowned hands near it, slowly bends her knees, and exclaims "PSSSSSH!! What a world, what a world!! Who would have thought a puddle of cum would have dissolved my likeness!", getting a good twitch out of his cock. She continues bending into a squat, "I'm going! Ooohhh,... Ohhhhh...." until she lays back, spreads her limbs, then makes a cum angel and fake sizzling sounds with her mouth. He then mockingly taunts her with, "Well if you're just going to play around, I may as well wash up." Instant response. She stomps the boot ends of her waders into his slit, splashing her legs in precum.
 
He recoils at the feeling of another warm body shooting into his, his cock beginning to do what it impulsively does, slowly beginning to pull her in, savoring the feeling as the rubber presses to her knees in the slit. Having no magical or technological means of rejuvenating or displacing as her upper legs begin disappearing into the rod, prettymuch good as goop already, it pours from her mouth, "F-f-f-FUCK, I'm gonna d-die! I'm gonna fucking die blending into worthless nut!" sounding rather elated about her impending sloppy end as she engages with herself with appendages still absolutely glazed in her future form, getting a "Damned straight, you're gonna melt!" from him before jokingly adding "Ha ha, ball guzzler guzzled by balls and spat out!"
 
She steadily continued fading from sight, his cock slipping over most her thighs as his balls began to sag, knowing soon they'd host another guest, hopefully less short-lived than the others. As the cock envelopes her groin, a "HAHHHH!" escaping as she arrived to the cock's pressure of her waders pressed over her raincoat pressed over her hands, pressed into her vag'. A few moments later, wriggling to her left on her back, she looked around her legs caught in his third, to his sack, just as her feet entered inside. "Fffu-uck me, it's gonna happen!" she cheered, to which he teased "You're gonna happen all over the wall." The energy shot up through her as the feet of the waders bent up, feet smearing down to the ankle, SCHLOHRSCH, the saggy waders allowing her slop to slide up her legs, even going up her ass as it was a good ways into his cock.
 
She gave out one loud sound, a grunt, into a moan, then ending a scream as her shins slushed off, the waders bending forwards against the balls and over the knees as more of her was claimed by the sack, squeezing her through her rubber like toothpaste to his sadistic pleasure. "Ha ha hah! Careful now, the neighbors might think it's a murder instead of an assisted suicide!" The cock finangling her chest, she struggles to mutter what might be the last he ever hears of her; well, aside from her muffled moans, sloshing, liquifying body, exclamations of dissolutions, and final, creamy form slushing down the wall. "Just find me in your closet when you're lonely. Wear me, talk to me, fuck with me, long after this worthless slop inside me is washed away!"
 
She takes a deep breath as he encroaches over her chin, slightly moaning through bulging cheeks and closed lips, struggling not to let it out as her ass enters his chamber and knees shake away into nothing, sticks of butter smearing inside rubber, her hat only holding to her head by the band around her chin as she plunges. Aiming for some more sick kicks while she's still kicking, he lunges an arm into his cocktip, grabbing her hair and jerking her head back out. Resigned to slimy fate even before she entered, just to be jarred up, "BWUGH!! THE FUCK?!" she exclaims, spraying forward some of the precum coating and pouring down her head, her raincoat collar flapped up and dripping, hair clustered with the clear, glistening marinade dripping down her lopsided rainhat and chin. "I just wanted to see the stupid look of your fuck-face one last time!" he says through a wicked grin, getting the last eye-full that would ever be seen of her, before he lets go of her hair just to grab the top of her bucket hat, and forcefully jam her deep into the balls before she can even reply to his parting words.
 
She's shot into his balls, hitting the floor through his gonads, landing on her ass through her legs, the last of her legs splattering beneath her and even splashing a lot of cum up her raincoat, the inside about as cum-splashed as the outside, the emptied legs of the waders bent up infront of her, leaving a deluge of herself in the bottom for her to sink into. She rams her gloves in one last time, furiously going at it until the area just bursts, gloves bubbling up, flat, as she screams into the white void with pleasure, her splattered pelvis rupturing the surface of the cum. Her waders fill with melted buckets of ball-bitch, the gloves and slurry from her conjoined hands and groin spread out by her spilling abdomen, white and sloppier than ever, the bottom of the raincoat folding as it rests above where she sinks below, her arms now fully relaxed at her sides, or at least what remained of them, as her form continues vanishing into the distended waders pressed to the sides of his balls by formless jizz, wader straps just folding down over her drooping shoulders while sleeve ends stirred on the surface, leaking melted arm.
 
 The straps of her waders fell into the cum pool as her shoulders narrowed, sleeves flat and floating away from the collapsed pile of raincoat, her thorax softening as the mounds on her chest were already mostly merged with the jizz. Her neck far back, her head tilted forward to where her chin is pooling above her collar bone, and her eyes shooting up behind the cover of her cap, she gives one final, gutteral groan, dropping deeper until it melts into a retch, just before exploding into frothing cum mixed with whatever air still remained in her now-melted lungs, "OOOOOWUUHHGKGLRG-KUHUAHGBLPT!!!" She barely spews her own insides out over the collar as it's being pushed up around her head by the raincoat resting on the sperm of her melting thorax as she sinks into bliss, the cord holding her cap to her head pushing through her melting chin like a knife through cheese, the rim resting atop her raincoat collar and pressing it down as melted lung trickles down the front of 'Alexis'. Her life is melting before her spasming eyes letting her savor her memories with her boyfriend one last time before she's not but a memory. the gurgling lower half of her head fading back to the back of her neck behind a wall of gurgles, taking everything below her nose, leaving a cranium with flailing, whitening eyes, the top of which collapsing down and falling through its floor, pouring out through the eye sockets and down into the newfound opening her melting jaw and neck left as her brain makes waves. The remnants of her head trickle down into the jizz, soon indistinguishable from it, finally sating her lustful desire by melting into it.
 
Balls tingling with the sensation of another claimed woman, he's struck with climax, buckling and bending his legs infront of the filled sack as his mast goes full. Trashing gushes spill forward over the wall, blasting her gloves and hat out, plastering them to the wall before a second gush blows out Alexis, flopping vinyl flailing before splashing onto the wall, washing the gloves and hat out further. The first gush stirred the waders about, the second gush got them halfway through, and third major plume finally flushes most the rest of the sperm and the waders over the floor, splashing more cum up over the wall as the rest of her trickled down, his cock spasming and slowly leaking the last of the 'worthless nut'. As his concealed weapon slowly returns to normal size, he is still heaving, having helped Alexis reach her final destination.
 
After finally catching some of his breath, he is still rather playful, unlike the usual pump and dump where he just sprays a horny stranger's life out over an alleyway, and goes over to grab Alexis. Pulling her from her sloshed contents, he holds her by her vinyl shoulders, slathered in off-white, a big trail pouring to the floor from inside, and around the outside. He removes his pants before unzipping her and slipping her on, arms pushing through what remained in hers before he zips her up and tops it with her hat. Inspired by her stories, he decides to fool around a bit more in her. Pitching his voice up a bit, he plays about in her while rubbing one out through her sleeve. "If you wanted to cum over my feet I could have helped! Tssss! Wait, my feet?!", he jested, squatting to a kneel, continuing "Legs,... like orgasms! I'm... melting!" He than lays back like she had earlier, dropping his off-hand arm at his side. "MELLLDIBMLUBMLURBLUPT!!" he shouts, having gotten a bit of a rise out of himself pretending he'd sprayed and melted her where she stood with potent jizz. "Hnff, almost!" he states in his normal tone.
 
He sits in the middle of the splattered sperm strewn over the floor, back to the drenched wall, in a fetal position like in a ballsack, and continues rubbing one out though the sleeve. Giving an imitation of the sounds of a woman melting, as he slides his feet forward, again pretending to melt out Alexis' contents "Mluuoruopt! Blurruhrbt, mlorblub." Legs fully extended, he begins to slide forward on his backend, sliding down the wall, as he feigns her voice again, "At least I know,... you 'll always... remlemblor... MLUORBTGLURGUORG!!" Eventually laying flat on his back, he arrives again, releasing a more normal amount this time, having already expelled thrice before in the same day.
 
Eventually settling down, after laying in the puddle of cum for a bit, listening to the sounds of a stain trickling down the wall, he says "Let's get you cleaned up, Alexis,... you've still got 'yogurt' on you.", getting up and taking her off before heading towards the bathroom, holding Alexis as something white and slimy leaked from her, completely ignoring the grisly mess of lifeless genital fluid pooling behind him.