Intermittent moans escaped the dramatically inflated balls before Lyra, the face of a young rabbit pressed against its elastic skin as all traces of her lower body vanished before her eyes. The wolf those engorged testes belonged to was leaning back in his seat, legs spread as he huffed in ecstasy while two whole people melted alive inside him, the rabbit in his balls and the raven in his gut. His stomach had worked down the earlier bird much faster than his balls were melting the comparatively smaller lagomorph, the former already churned down to half its size and a thickening layer of pudge, the latter still squirming with someone very much alive and keen to share the high of melting into cum with any who would listen. And so there was Lyra, a perky doe clad in just her underwear, stroking the wolf’s two-foot-long shaft with one hand while straddling his balls with the other. Again, after sinking back beneath the skin of his scrotum, the rabbit emerged once more, screaming in pleasure as burning desire pushed her to seek any sensory stimulation at all, her nerve endings melding into one pearly-white erogenous zone. Lyra couldn’t even pretend to understand the feelings that were driving her so mad, much less her thoughts, much much less her own in that instant, but seeing that face again, the one she’d lusted after for months, almost a year, pressed up against that skin and begging for anything and everything, she found herself leaning in and making out with her crush right through that wall of wolf skin. The rabbit felt their lips pressing against one another and leaned in as hard as she could, almost headbutting Lyra with her sheer, horny ferocity. The doe wrapped her arm around that furry sack in as close to a hug as she could, feeling the way her crush’s skin and flesh sloughed off her bones, becoming indistinguishable from the wolf’s seed. Finally, the wolf clenched his scrotum one last time, and the moans became mute as her chest sunk into the lupine seed surrounding it. Her head became as gelatin against Lyra’s lips, and she fell away, gurgling happily as she became nothing more than a load of thick spunk, ready for release. Herself burning with lust, Lyra rose from her kneeling position and went to give that seated wolf a ride, stopped short by his hands as he dug them almost violently into her waist.
 
 
“Nuh uh, bitch. You want your friend to go somewhere useful, don’t’cha? Maybe your womb?” Lyra nodded silently as he chuckled cruelly. “Too bad! She’s not your friend anymore. Just another load of cum to go where I please. And I think it’ll look great spattered across the walls. Now, you gonna jerk me off or you gonna join her?” After a brief pause, her eyes darting back and forth between his face and his twitching shaft, she slid off and gave her answer with a rejuvenated stroke of his cock. Forced to a kneeling position, she helplessly watched as his balls clenched again and again, working down the harder bits into just more wolf jizz as she double-fisted his knotted cock. He was panting now, rejuvenated burbling emanating from both above and below as the rabbit and raven were finally processed into just more of him, his thickened hips cradling his balls as his pudgy pot-belly sagged softly against his cock. She went faster and harder, eager to see the end result of his night of uninhibited gluttony as well as the remains of her crush. She could hear his hands digging into the upholstery, claws rending the armrests as his cock pulsed suddenly, and with a roar an extensive stream of cum erupted from his cock, spraying out in lines across the hardwood. Spurting gallons at a time, everything that was her crush was splayed out in thick, steaming puddles across the floor. The last few bits of seed dripped between her ears, soaking into her fur as she looked up at him, the wolf grinning ear to ear with malicious intent as the afterglow came over him. “Atta girl,” he huffed, eyes slowly cast across the drying cum that used to be a breathing, living person, the only evidence that it had been anything else all but erased once he’d had his orgasm. “Maybe next time, fuck meat, I’ll give you the pleasure of mothering my pups. Maybe. If you’re lucky. And maybe, if there’s anything left of her by then, they’ll take after your pretty little bitch of a friend. How’s that sound, fuck meat?”
 
 
“It sounds like everything I’d ever want.” She whimpered, simultaneously terrified and aroused as he held her by the chin forcing her to stare directly into his narrowed eyes. “I’m your pretty fuck meat, and I’ll do anything for you.”
 
 
“... and CUT! Perfect!” Bells rang throughout the studio as the stage lights brightened. A raccoon leapt from his director’s chair and stretched his legs. “Wonderful work, you two. Lyra. Vinny. Ah! You four! Sorry to our ‘spent’ actors.”
 
 
“It’s alrighty, boss man!” The wolf said with a grin, his voice a few octaves higher. The ill-intent had been wiped from his voice, instead sounding more kind and soft-spoken than anything. “These two are kinda in a world of their own right now. I don’t think they mind much!” Standing up, letting his cock dribble between his legs and his thickened belly jiggle freely against his waist, he leaned down to help his co-star to her hooves. “See, Lyra? I told you, you two would be naturals at this!”
 
 
“Y-yeah.” She said, still in the same tone of voice as before. “That was… an experience.” Looking down at the lines of spunk still wafting with steam on the floor, she led him over and knelt beside what was left of their friend. “God, I’m still shaking. And you do this every week?”
 
 
“Oh, not every week. Just the weeks I’m feeling up to it! So most weeks. No worries, Lyra, it’s a pretty accommodating business we’ve got here! Boss man takes care of everything!” His eager smile began to fade slightly as he watched her watch the cum puddles. “You, uh, you okay down there? You didn’t actually want me to finish inside, did’ya?”
 
 
“Huh? No, no, god no, I’d be wrecked. But… Uhm…” She finally looked back up at him, eyes glowing with an almost melancholy curiosity. “She’s… gonna be fine, right?”
 
 
“Oh, yeah, of course! Hard to run a porn ring if you kill off all your actors! Like, here! Look!” Turning around, he was pointing towards a tattoo on his naked ass, lifting his tail with his other hand to give her a better look. She didn’t remember him having one, much less below the waist, but stamped on the outside of his left ass cheek was an almost cartoonish recreation of the bird he’d just eaten. “See? Guy’s still there. Still conscious, even!” Smacking himself on the hip, she watched in astonished amazement as that tattoo reacted in real-time, flinching and blushing as his fattened ass wobbled almost perpetually. “He likes this part a bit, so I let him stay a while before getting him out. Y’know, one time–!”
 
 
“What about Jen?”
 
 
“Jen?” The wolf rubbed the back of his head as she waited for an answer. “Jen’s… not really under my care. I mean, my cum’s a little bit special. Don’t touch that.” He stopped her short of sticking a finger into a puddle. Kneeling down beside her, she could feel the weight of his balls through the soft thud they made as they hit the floor. “Here, look.” Slowly, she began to notice what looked like thin tendrils emerging from the puddles of musky cum, probing out along the floor, pulling smaller dribbles together and towing the larger ones. Intermittently, there would be a twitch or a throbbing in one of the larger wads, and as Lyra leaned in for a closer look she was taken aback as what looked like a hand briefly coalesced from the spunk, bulging from the morass only to become inanimate and sink into the puddle once more.
 
 
“She’s still in there!”
 
 
“Yeah. Swimming in her own little world,” he said again. “A little bit like the guy on my ass right now, actually! Hup, step back.” Pushing her away protectively, they watched as a raccoon in rubber boots, gloves, and plastic eye protection came up to the set with what looked like an industrial vacuum cleaner with a transparent tank. “Yeah, he’s here to collect what he can so Jen can come back.” Turning on his device, he began diligently sucking up the sentient cum stain, filling the tank with swirling, pearly white former bunny. “I’m a little jealous of her. Imagine every cell in your body was as sensitive as your clit.”
 
 
“Woah.”
 
 
“Yeah. Regret passing up that prey role, yet?” Lyra began blushing uncontrollably at the thought, shuddering as he chuckled lightly and pat her on the shoulder. “Kidding! Either way, she’s gonna be having fun in that tank.” She watched as a few smaller puddles tried in vain to escape the vaccum’s suction, instead being the first few parts of that particular spurt to wind up pulled into the tube. Seconds later, a thick gush of white cream poured out of the machinery and into the rest of the tank, writhing as much as a liquid with the consistency of honey could writhe as it joined the bubbling mass. Whether it was Jen herself or simply a result of the air currents bombarding the cum, the collected spunk kept flinging little droplets up the walls of the tank, conjuring images of the way she pressed herself against the walls of his scrotum. Still kneeling, Vinny leaned into her line of sight, quite literally snapping her back to reality. “Hey. Wanna keep it?”
 
 
Lyra sat in the passenger seat of the car, scratching at a cold spot on her head, just between her ears. In her lap was a tank, about three or four gallons large. She could still feel the warmth dissipating into her legs as she watched it with intent. Looking over the tank itself, she could see it was hermetically sealed and insulated, likely to keep the cum from drying out. She shook her head suddenly. She just called her crush, and her roommate, “the cum.” That’s all she was now. Probably for as long as she wanted to be. She imagined herself keeping the tank forever. Caressing it in her bed. Opening it to smell her every once in a while, maybe take a little taste. Again, she shook her head. The idea was absolutely morbid. She was a person, her friend, someone she loved and respected. And yet, there she was, reduced to a volume of three and a half gallons. With a sigh, she decided she would, at most, sleep with the tank. To keep her company, of course, until it was time to reform her. Vinny said it wasn’t that difficult, and everything was covered by the studio. “Like waking up from anesthesia,” he said. Lyra broke her arm once, and was put under when they applied the cast. She couldn’t remember anything that happened immediately prior, and woke up with double vision. She wondered what kind of anesthesia they gave her. It was just about the only thought she could focus on that wasn’t some kind of irredeemably horny fantasy. There was a sound like a wet sponge or bar rag slapping against the glass. Looking down at the tank, a bunch of cum tendrils had collected together and were testing the limits of their glass prison, climbing the walls as far as they could go before rather suddenly stopping alltogether. In their last moments before rejoining the mass, it looked as if they were shivering. Shivering like she herself was when she watched Vinny melt her whole and alive into the blob of baby batter she now held between her thighs. Baby batter… If she were to inseminate herself with it, would she birth another Jen or would it be half Jen, half Lyra…?
 
 
“Hey!” Vinny chimed happily as he entered the car, sitting behind the wheel. Lyra clutched the tank tightly towards her chest, pressing her breasts against the glass through a wool sweater as she quickly turned away to hide her blush. “Just dropped off all his stuff. Y’hear that, feather head? You’re all mine, all week, just like you wanted!” He began grinding his tight pants into his car seat, getting off on some unseen reaction. “And also exactly like you wanted, I’m ignoring you, now. Weird, but I’m not judgy. So, Lyra, your place?”
 
 
“Yeah… please.”
 
 
“Alrighty!” Turning off the hazard lights, he pulled away and drove into the night. “So, you wanted to keep Jen or should I?”
 
 
“I-I was thinking I should hold onto it– her! Her.” Lyra cleared her throat, making a conscious effort to tone down her enthusiasm. “You know, since we live together and all.”
 
 
“Alright. Oh! That reminds me, I already made the appointment to have her reformed. That was part of what took so long. That, and one of his roomies wanted some wolf dick, so, you know, that happened too.”
 
 
“When is it?”
 
 
“Wednesday. So that’s gonna be four whole days of taking care of that tank there. Lucky her!”
 
 
“Four days…” She pulled the tank away. Whether by Jen’s influence or gravity’s, most of the cum was gathered up against her chest, now falling back into a uniform, ordinary slurry once more. The wad of spunk jiggled slightly near the surface as Vinny drove over another speed bump. “Jen’s gonna be cum for four whole days.”
 
 
“Yup. I’d say she’d have nothing to do, but you’d be surprised. I have yet to meet a prey actor who said this was their least favorite part.”
 
 
“What do you mean?”
 
 
“Well, it’s like the little things, you know? You and I don’t feel these bumps in the road, we don’t mind. But to Jen, she’s probably getting off on every single one.”
 
 
“Can… can she tell where she is?”
 
 
“Probably. I’ve never been in the tank myself. Ask her about it once she’s out!” Lyra’s mind turned to her idea to sleep with her, imagining them in swapped perspectives. She imagined Jen, burning with heat in the tank, looking out from her bed as Lyra cozied up naked with her, nestled up with pillows and bedsheets like an egg in a nest. Pressing it back against her chest, she could practically feel her bare, perky breasts parted around the glass, stuffing the tank between them. Slowly sliding it down, her bellyfur clinging to it as she brought it between her legs. Wrapping her thighs around it, grinding against it as her pussy spread against the glass. She envisioned Jen thinking the way cum itself would think, those explorative tendrils throwing themselves against their confinement, longing to swim up into her womb and impregnate her, like a good friend and better cum should. “Lyra?” She gasped under her breath as Vinny’s meaty mit of a paw graced her shoulder. “You alright? You’re as red as a beet right now.” Biting her lip to keep from spilling her thoughts there and then, she just looked back and forth between the tank, Vinny, and the road.
 
 
“N-n-nothing. Nothing at all! Just… dumb thoughts is all.”
 
 
“Thoughts like…” Vinny turned down a familiar street, her street, but as she let the heat out from under her collar she barely even recognized it. “Girl, we just shot porn together. If it’s horny thoughts you’re not with company that’s gonna judge you for them.” He glanced at her with a reassuring smile, though as her face somehow reddened even more it slowly twisted into one of concern.
 
 
“... What… maybe…” She shook her head again, feeling a sluggish euphoria as the moment overtook her. “God… damn it! Fuck!”
 
 
“Lyra?” He leapt a little in his seat as she shouted. “What’s wrong? You’re starting to scare me a little.”
 
 
“I… I…” She couldn’t think straight. All her thoughts kept turning around in her head, swimming laps within her brain as they became hornier and hornier. Suddenly, after seemingly endless whimpers and stammers, she finally spoke again, moaning as she did. “I’m your pretty fuck meat!” Lyra practically threw herself over his shoulder, dropping the tank to the floor as she did.
 
 
“L-lyra! What’s gotten into you? I… I mean, that’s just a character, I don’t really wanna degrade you like that.”
 
 
“I don’t care! I’ve been holding back for so long! I kept myself from even taking that prey role because I didn’t want to go too far but watching Jen fucking melt inside you all I’ve been able to think about is what I’m missing! I’m gonna take her home and snuggle up against this jar of cum! I’m gonna shove as much of it in my pussy as I can and goddamnit I want to join her!”
 
 
“What?” Once Lyra realized they’d been parked in front of her house for the last few minutes, she frantically picked up the tank and left the car in a huff. Just as quickly, however, Vinny climbed out and began following her. “What do you mean, Lyra? W-we can always do something like this on set but now?”
 
 
“I want you to break me, Vinny!” She threw herself against him, where he raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. “I want you to break me down into your cum and shoot me into the nearest living thing! Or hell, just leave me to dry on the floor, I don’t care! The dam’s broken, Vin! It’s happened! And I wanna go all the way!”
 
 
“... Lyra, you’re not thinking straight right now, and I think I can see why.” Vinny kept a straight face as she clawed against his shirt, practically ripping it to shreds as she thrust herself against him over and over. The heat was burning white hot, and every little motion, every tiny shred of sensory information felt as if she were about to cum out of every inch of her skin.
 
 
“Cum! Cum me! Me… cum. Cum… oh god… please… make… me…” Her vision began to waver, becoming blotchy and white. A salty taste permeated her very tongue, and dribbling from her chin a thick liquid fell and splattered against the driveway. “What…” Her thoughts slowed to a crawl, and her head began to feel heavy. As she teetered off balance, she swore she could feel something literally sloshing inside her head, testing it with a stumbling gait away from him. Finally, her legs buckled and she collapsed to the ground, writhing and spurting into her panties as her conscious mind drowned in the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had. It was as if her very soul was wrenched from her body and wringed like a towel, squeezing out every last drop of pleasure physically possible. Although her body had long since stopped responding to her, her conscious mind was alive, aware, and frothing with raw, rabid euphoria. Vinny just looked her over, his nerves rising as he watched a thick, white liquid spill from her ears, mouth, eyes, and the hole his semen had melted through the top of her head just between her ears, her entire brain melted into thick jizz and pooling on the concrete. Quickly, he pulled out his phone and made a call.
 
 
“Hey. Boss man? Uh… it happened. Again.” Lyra coughed reflexively, clearing the cum from her throat in a violent spurt towards the night sky. The liquid was soon replaced however, and this time, instead of coughing, she just lay there, unmoving, as the air escaping her lungs caused the jizz to bubble like a cauldron in the back of her throat. Soon enough, her gargling stopped abruptly, and silence returned to the night. “... Yeah, I can hold.”
 
 
Lyra awoke with a groan. Her memory was a complete blur. She recalled going home, saying things to Vinny, then everything went dark and she… masturbated in the street? That doesn’t sound right. But she remembered climaxing. Several times. Very hard. She barely recognized her surroundings again, though this time it wasn’t for a lack of conscious attention, instead she was seeing two of everything. Two windows, two beds, four hands connected to her four shoulders. Four pairs of hooves on four legs trailing up into a hospital gown. Two Vinnys holding two jars of cum. “Hey, sleepyhead. You’re awake!” He said softly in a sing-song tone as he looked up from his two phones, setting his jars on two chairs behind him. “How’re you feeling?”
 
 
“I don’t know. I feel… good, somehow? But I'm exhausted too. And a little scared that I don’t remember anything. What happened?”
 
 
“You had a little… episode. Remember when I told you not to touch my cum on set?”
 
 
“Vaguely.”
 
 
“Yeah, it can still melt people until it dries. And a little dribble got on your head before we left. We honestly thought you knew, we would’ve told you to wash it off if we didn’t.”
 
 
“So… I melted? Into cum?”
 
 
“Not entirely. It was just your brain.” Lyra gave him a look of absolute cluelessness, surprised that was even a thing that could happen. “It made you really horny. Like, more than I’ve ever seen you.”
 
 
“So, wait, where… what? Is it gone? Is my skull empty?”
 
 
“No, no. Everything’s back to normal. I just had to melt the rest of you down.” He smiled slightly, trying not to offend her with the imagery. “It was a long walk through this place with balls that big. But I managed!” Vague images began to form from the fog in her memory, like bubbles rising to the surface of a murky pond. She remembered feeling limp, trying to move but failing. She was still in that haze of carnal bliss, and though she had only physically orgasmed once or twice she thought that ecstatic high might have been perpetual. That, or she was applying the last thing she remembered feeling to the emerging memories. Then, soon after, there was a slick tightness around her, as if she were being dragged through a sleeping bag filled with vaseline. The following warmth may have worsened… improved? She shook her head as she recalled, subconsciously thankful there was no more sloshing inside her skull. She was in some tight bag, filled with a surrounding warmth that intensified those mental orgasms, and there and truly afterwards she completely lost track of what happened. Not that there were no memories, just that those memories were completely homogenous, melted together like ice cream in the sun, becoming the mind fog itself. “You alright? You need a moment?”
 
 
“No. I think I’m good. Like… cathartic, almost. Like I got a lot off my chest.”
 
 
“Y-yeah. Of course.” Vinny stumbled over his voice slightly, opting not to remind her of what she told him while her higher mind was literally drowned out in cum. “You were going through a lot, so I’m glad you’re relieved.”
 
 
“Lyra! There you are, my rising star!” The director made his way through the door, still dressed for a film shoot. “Hey, how you doing? You reformed fully? No missing fingers, tails in all the right places?” Looking her over like a doting father, he continued before she had a chance to speak, grasping her hand thankfully. “Good to see you again! We’re so, so sorry this happened to you. We honestly thought you got the rundown on Vinny’s, err, unique talents.”
 
 
“It’s fine, now, really. I’m still here.”
 
 
“Ay, and we’re glad for that. Really! But, eh, while I’m here, I thought you deserved to get your workplace accident comp delivered in person.”
 
 
“Compensation?” In response, the raccoon handed her a four-figure check. “F-five grand?”
 
 
“I mean, I know you’re not full-time, but really, honey, the camera loved you. And so do our viewers! ‘Sleepover buffet’ hasn’t even been out three days and we’re already a hit!”
 
 
“T-three days?”
 
 
“Yeah…” Vinny began scratching the back of his neck. “It was the earliest appointment available. And don’t worry, I’ve been watching Jen for you in the meantime.”
 
 
“Anyways, Lyra, I hope this situation hasn’t dissuaded you any from working with our studio in the future. Accidents like this are rare, we assure you, and you’d be a star in no time!”
 
 
“... Maybe. I need some time to think about all this.”
 
 
“Hey, that’s perfectly reasonable. Vinny, I’ll be in the lobby if you need me, gettin’ the paperwork.” With a swift pat to the wolf’s backside, the director left.
 
 
“I should probably go, too. Let you have your breathing room. You, uh, went through a lot.”
 
 
“Hey, wait.” Lyra stopped him short of leaving, Jen audibly sloshing when he picked her up. “Could… could you leave her with me?”
 
 
“Who? Oh! Right, yeah.” Jen had yellowed slightly in the intervening time. Whether or not it was just the color of the sunlight through the cum or because she’d dried out, it was not enough to be off-putting, but just enough to be noticeable. With a glunk as she was placed back in her lap, Vinny gave a brief wave and left the two together. Lyra’s thoughts drifted as she watched the still and silent goop in the glass tank. One thing she certainly recalled were the thoughts she was having while waiting in the car. They all felt distant and inane, like they were following some kind of dream logic. She still crushed hard over Jen, but taking advantage of her like the way she was thinking of doing that night? She wasn’t repulsed by them, but now she at least had the clarity to recognize them for the horny fantasies they were. And fantasies, she decided, they would remain. Still, it was a side of herself she felt was worth exploring. Jen was definitely into this, and if she wanted a chance to be hers, she would have to open herself up to this strange and immensely sex-driven world. Strangely, however, as she turned the jar of bunny-turned-spunk in the light, watching it shimmer off the air bubbles trapped within like mother-of-pearl, she felt as if she had already made up her mind on that front. Setting the jar on the stand beside her bed, she took a look at the check. Her name was printed on the front, in all capital typeface. Pay to: Lyra Litelli. Five thousand dollars and zero cents. From “Hole and Alive Adult Entertainment Productions.” Stuck to the back was a phone number written on a post-it note. “If you want to film something else!” It stuck to her finger as she peeled it off, then fluttered into her lap like a feather. Finding her phone stuck in a drawer with her clothes and wallet, she created a new contact. A few little white tendrils reached for her from the jar as she looked at the empty contact name. They slipped from the glass noiselessly as she filled the empty line, naming simply “work,” and stashed the check with the cash in her wallet. As she sidled up with her pillow, eager to sleep off her mounting weariness, she watched a small air bubble pop in Jen’s tank. Her own appointment would be tomorrow, if she wasn’t mistaken. Glancing back towards the door, Lyra brought the jar back down and planted a kiss on the glass, hoping she would be able to remember it when she finally reformed.