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by grapehyacinth
(Multiple TFs, merging, TG (M/F AND F/M), TF/TG, melting, vore, etc)

“I intend to spend a lot of my honeymoon as the weirdest, freakiest things you can think of me turning into.”
Gena's new husband's words hung in her mind as she stood by the hotel desk. Jim had gone ahead to bring their luggage to the honeymoon cottage while Gena took care of the rest of the arrangements. The resort was a beautiful one, situated on a remote beach in Kauai. It was a series of separate houses scattered through the forest on the edges of the pink sand. They boasted all the amenities of a five-star hotel, but Jim and Gena had decided to leave their cell phones and computers behind so they could focus on each other.
...Using transformation potions, of course.
On their wedding night, they had stayed in a cottage that their friends Caroline and Lexi had treated them to. In fact, Caroline and Lexi were the cottage – and everything in it, thanks to the “Ultimate Potion”. It had made for an interesting night.
Now that the newlyweds were on their own, they intended to make use of the “Ultimate Potion” to its fullest.
“Would you like a list of our site-seeing tours, Ma'am?” the receptionist asked, handing her several papers.
“Sure,” Gena accepted them, smiling inwardly. As much as she wanted to see Hawaii, she had a feeling there wouldn't be too much touring going on this vacation.

“Jim, it's me!” Gena swiped the key card and opened the door to their dwelling, to find the insides plastered with red rose petals. No surface was visible under them.
She inhaled deeply. She had no idea her husband could be so romantic. He was the typical scientist, wiry with glasses and an odd sense of humor. “Oh! Jim, that's beautiful!”
“Aren't I?”
Gena jumped as several of the petals near her spoke in his voice.
“You're petals, huh?” She set her pocketbook down on a chair covered with Jim.
“Oof,” said the crushed petals. “You like me like this? It's one of those mind-blowing experiences where I'm everywhere.”
Gena smiled. Unlike herself, Jim was much newer to transformation. She had spent many, many hours experimenting with the potion together with Lexi and Caroline. Jim had not, and, though his favored form was being a fish, he was still happy to try others as they came into his mind.
Exhausted from the flight, Gena simply went over to the bed and laid down on top of the petals.
“Mm... thanks. I might join you. Well, part of me has already, but let's get the rest of me.”
Suddenly the whole room appeared to be crawling with leaf-cutter ants, only it was simply the petals moving themselves – no ants required. They crowded all towards the bed, where a smirking Gena removed her clothes, allowing herself be plastered with a thousand squirming, happy, petals.

“I like covering you and surrounding you.” Jim's petals were now running together, joining to make a warm fluid that outlined his wife's figure perfectly. “Taste me,” he demanded as he hardened around her.
Gena licked her lips as her husband's form crackled on them. “Mm! You're white chocolate!”
“Everywhere,” he snickered from somewhere near her stomach. He flowed between her legs, and Gena had a hard time silencing her shrieks of pleasure. When she was completely covered in white chocolate, she sighed. She felt so comfortable this way. Each time she moved, every breath she took, she could feel bits of Jim cracking and re-forming around her. The sensation was strangely reassuring, and, since both were very tired from the long flight, they fell asleep this way.

When Gena awoke the next morning, she hugged a blanket to her naked form. No longer was her husband coating her. “Jim, where are you?”
A light appeared to come from her head. It flowed to the bed beside her and became her husband. “I kept melting from your body heat, but I still had this urge to just...be part of you...so I turned into a hair on your head.”
Gena raised an eyebrow, scratching at her head subconsciously. “Uh, well, you did say you were going to be weird things. I guess that qualifies.”
Jim jumped up. “Oh, I've just begun. I'm going to be everything for you! And just...like objects. I want to be used!” Jim immediately shrank into a pink heart-shaped object, which sprouted his face. “I'm soap! Get in the shower and rub me all over you!”
Grabbing him up, Gena giggled, “Jim, you're wacko.”

“Oh, God, Oh, God!” her soap kept exclaiming, as she rubbed it all over her skin. “Harder, oh!”
Gena was chuckling to herself as her husband's lather cleansed her. He seemed to be enjoying himself profusely. As she placed him into the soap holder to wash her hair, he grew glassy and tall, fashioning himself into a bottle of shampoo. “Only use things that are me! Don't use anything else today!”
“Well, I don't know how easy that will be in some instances...Oh, you smell so nice!” He was vanilla-scented, and he made her hair feel so silky...
“Weeeeee!! Some of me's going down the drain!”
Then he merged with the shower head, but having the water run through him was apparently so erotic that he had to graduate to becoming a bathrobe. “I'm real silk,” he explained as she drew him over her body and hugged him tight. When she put on her clothes, Jim merged with them for a moment, but she chased him out.
“I can't spend time with you if you're my clothes!” she chided him.
“What do you mean? That's spending time on an intimate level with me!” her shirt frowned.
“Come on, Jim! As a person!” she grabbed her shirt and twisted it. “Out!”
Light filtered from the fabric. “Now I'm coffee!” cried a delighted mug from the side table.
Gena shuffled over to it. “Jim, I'm not drinking you!”
“Mr. Wintergreen says it's okay! He's tried it!”
“But I need a caffeine fix! If you're it, won't I lose it when you're out of me?”
“Well, I'll get your heart pumping, I bet! Let's try it out!”
Jim felt warm and tasty going down her throat, and it was obviously quite pleasurable to him, considering the sounds that were emanating from her gullet. Gena sat for several moments before she became disarmed at the sloshing inside her stomach. Just what exactly happened when a person transformed into coffee met with stomach juices? “Jim, please, get out of me...it's weird having you in me...that way...”
He appeared beside her. “I could be in you other ways.”
“That works.”

Their amorous escapades were extremely enjoyable until Jim became a solid gold statue mid-sex.
“Jim! Change back! I'm not...done!”
The golden face smiled. “Using me like this will get you done in seconds.”
He was right.

“I want to be you,” Jim said, stroking her hair. He was human, but he had purposely retained a golden cast to his skin, saying it 'looked cool'.
Gena smiled. “Maybe you'll be me later. Let's go to Volcanoes National Park like you wanted.”
Ignoring this, he stared into her eyes. “What's it like?”
“What?”
“Being you, being so female?”
Shaking her head and knowing when to give in, she tapped at her chest. “Come on in and find out.”

The merged woman strolled down the road, observing the lava-covered woods that flanked it. She occasionally seemed deep in thought, having a conversation with herself here and there.
“Jim, look at that tree. Well, it was a tree. Now it's lava...”
“Amazing. Oh, sorry, I used your mouth. I have to remember to just speak in your...our...mind. Damn, I love merging with stuff. But merging, being you...” Gena felt her hands run over her body, lingering on her breasts.
“God, look at these! They're wonderful!”
“Jim, shut up, stop, someone will see...”
Two perfect orbs! You're...we're perfect! he continued in her mind.
“Jim!” she fought for control of her arms, forcing them off of her breasts and down to her sides.
I feel so nice and feminine!
Pointing to the ground, Gena commented, “Look at this. The road just ends here!”
Jim seemed let down at the subject change, but he answered nonetheless. Actually, the road continues, but the lava flowed over it at one point.
“Awesome!”
Gena?
“What?”
Let's be a volcano.
They trudged into the petrified landscape. Far from the prying eyes of park rangers and tourists, they situated themselves in a flat clearing of old lava. Pushing their feet into a divot, the two began to change.
As Gena's body melted, she allowed herself to enlarge and harden, growing into the actual volcano, while Jim heated into molten rock inside her. Despite his thousand-degree temperatures, neither were harmed, and her husband's frothy form felt warm inside her, as if she had just imbibed a nice cup of tea.
Grow larger, Gena. I want to explode out of you into the sky!
Gena allowed her conical form to grow slightly higher than the petrified trees nearby.
Higher!
“Jim, someone's going to see us!”
So we'll wait until night.
“Then they'll really see us!”
I don't care. They'll all keep away and they'll come back to just find the lava from before when we're gone.
“But...we don't want to mess with people's minds...At least let's do it very late...”
Fine, let's wait. I'm enjoying bubbling around inside of you anyway.

The proud volcano stretched into the night, bracing herself for the moment when her husband's pressure would build up inside her to the breaking point. She could feel him shuddering and quaking inside her, occasionally moaning or uttering curses of ecstasy.
Gonna burst, Gena. Gonna burst! he warned.
The volcano tittered. “This is getting way too sexual...oh!”
Her insides rumbled, heralding Jim's impending explosion...
“Here...I...go..!” Gena's facade was cracking, she could feel the extreme pressure...
In a burst of fire and lava, Gena essentially blew her top. She could feel parts of herself crumbling, melting into her husband's fiery substance, and she screamed in exaltation. Parts of him were spewing into the air, while more of him spilled down her sides and pooled around her.
The newlyweds were in such bliss that they were beyond speech, simply experiencing their forms while creating a new, albeit temporary, landscape. As the night went by, Jim began to cool and harden, and finally was able form words once more.
“You happy, my little crater?”
“Ecstatic, lava-man. Happy Honeymoon.”

When the next morning's sun warmed their solid surfaces, Gena grew worried. She drew herself back into human form, letting the bits of her husband fall to the ground.
“Aw, why'd you change back?” said a piece of Jim underfoot.
Gena chuckled, kicking at it. “We can't stay like this forever. And if someone sees us here, then we leave, they'll wonder where the new volcano went. I'm just wondering if we were seen last night.” Gena paused, staring at the devastation they had caused. “Damn, Jim. I hope we didn't kill anything. You flowed everywhere!”
The trees were coated, the ground was a solid sheet of Jim... “I love being everywhere.”
“Let's go have breakfast.”
“Can I be you again? I love being female,” said the lava.
“Oh, Jim, can I have my own body for a while? Be a girl on your own.”
“Okay,” agreed the lava, and 'Jenny' was born.

Gena stared at the exquisite young woman beside her. “You're way too perfect, Jim.”
“Jenny. I'm Jenny now.”
Laughing, Gena pushed her hands through her husband's long blonde locks. “I wouldn't think you'd want to be a blonde. They're so not your type.”
A shot of red infused his hair. “True. So I'm a redhead now.”
“I'd call that strawberry blonde, honestly.”
“Blonde, redhead, whatever.” Jim gawked down at his female form, cupping his breasts appreciatively. “Mine. All mine,” he uttered.
“Cut it out, Jim. We're in public!”
“Then we better damn well get into private. I want to try out this body. Now.”
Gena rolled her eyes.

The trip back was fraught with the danger of Jim not leaving himself alone. It was all he could do to restrain himself long enough to stagger back into the little house, strip naked, and throw himself on the bed.
Amused, Gena watched him grope himself. And Jim did not seem to care in the least that he had an audience. After emitting an ear-splitting scream as his ministrations did their job, he lay on his back, panting. “Holy shit, the female orgasm is like...nirvana. I don't know how you guys aren't on yourselves every minute.” He was quiet a moment. “God, listen to me. I sound like the biggest jerk ever. Sorry, Gena. I'm just enjoying this so much...” His form blurred and shuddered. “And I'm so...turned on, and the potion's making my body want to change, but I want to stay female at the same time...”
Jim gave way to the potion's pull, and an odd series of transformations followed. With a moan, he softened into a life-size ragdoll with his feminine features all intact – although his breasts were a bit big for his figure. Gena poked at his belly, which made him giggle like a young girl, and he began to shrink down into a hard plastic Barbie-like figure. “Oh, Jim, look at you!” Gena chuckled, scooping up and playing with him.
“Jenny!” the very aroused doll managed to gasp. “Touch me down there, oh, God!” The thrashing doll began to change once more, and Gena dropped it to the sheets. It rounded into a ball but still kept two small puckers where breasts were.
“A ball can't roll if it has breasts,” Gena pointed out.
“Who needs to roll? I just...need to be female...and...things...” He grew into a strangely-female beach ball, then an even odder hourglass-shaped pumpkin, then a very large tootsie roll...
“A tootsie roll with breasts?” Gena couldn't stop laughing as she pulled off his wrapper and gazed at the confection that was her husband.
“Eat me, please. Please!”
“I don't like tootsie rolls.”
“One bite, then I'll be something that you'll like very much!”
Gena took a gingerly bite, stimulating and chewing him as well as she could without gagging.
The candy moaned and groaned, twisting in her mouth as she stroked it with her tongue.
Without warning, the candy announced, “Now it's your turn.”
Curious, Gena watched the tootsie roll and its wrapper change to light and flow to the bed. It began to lighten and thin. “What are you turning into, Jim?”
A new sex toy winked back at her.
“Oh, God...”

Gena had never really experimented with anything except science. Using her husband this way was at first an almost scary thought, but he so desperately wanted it, that she finally acquiesced.
Feeling him buzzing happily inside her made her cry out in ecstasy, and the experience only improved from there. She could hear him moaning inside her, and both of them continued this way for hours, stuck in endless pleasuring.
“You are God!” she heard him call at one point.

Jim lay beside her on the bed, still in his previous form. He was still vibrating and groaning, and Gena was finding it hard to carry on any type of conversation with him.
“Jim, let's do other stuff.”
“You have...to...try this...” he buzzed.
“How?”
“Uh, does 'I'm Jenny' mean anything you?”
Gena scratched her head. “Well, half the day is gone. Maybe Jenny can wait until tonight.”

They visited one of the famous black sand beaches, which both scientists found fascinating. “You know, if we'd been a volcano here, we could have become part of the sand...” Jim, actually Jenny, postulated.
“Jim, we can always transform. I've never been to Hawaii. I'd like to see something other than you turning into female pumpkins.”
Jim pulled back his hair. “I don't know how girls wear their hair long. I'm sweating.” He walked to the beach's edge, swished his hands in the water, then rubbed it on his face. “Ah, nice...oh...” he was staring into the depths, and his body was blurring.
Gena glanced around in worry. “Jim, don't...”
“I need to swim...”
There was no one else present, but that did not necessarily mean that transforming in a large open space usually frequented by tourists was so smart... “Don't turn into a fish...You've been so good about that...”
“I... need...to be...aquatic...”
“No fish!”
But Jim's feminine legs melded together, and he flopped down to the ground. His tail was forming, and we was clutching at himself as he writhed in the sand.
Gena ran in front of him as if to shield him. “You promised not to be a fish on our honeymoon!”
“I...I won't... I....” With obviously intense effort, Jim stopped his changes. He stared up at her, still female and at his full height.
But he was a mermaid.
He glanced down at his tail fin, flipping it weakly. “Sorry?” he made a half-smile, flipping it once more.
Gena was finding it hard to resist him like this. The bespectacled scientist she knew so well was now almost a dead-ringer for the Little Mermaid. “Damn it, Jim, go enjoy yourself.”
“You come too.”
“I'll be right there.”
When Jim dove into the depths, Gena waded in behind him. She was a bit annoyed at his near loss of control. There was more to life than being a fish, and she thought that he had figured that out.
“I'm going to get him!” she uttered mischievously.
She inflated herself into a giant whale, then went in search of the mermaid. When she found Jim flitting around a coral reef, she burst towards him, brandishing her teeth menacingly.
She managed to scare the Little Mermaid quite effectively.

After joining some wild orchids in a field as one of them, the newlyweds made their way back to their house. Each became the other's dream dinner, which was highly enjoyable, but when they changed back, they were as hungry as if they had not eaten.
So they went out to eat, as husband and wife.

They returned to the house in the form of two doves, lingering in a tree to have relations in bird form. Jim said he wanted to try this 'from a scientific standpoint'. But Gena knew it had nothing to do with science.

When they were safely ensconced in the honeymoon cottage, Jim became Jenny again. “Oh, Jim, aren't you done with that yet?” Gena complained.
“No. I need more.” He went over to a wall, testing it with his hands, then allowing his body to be engulfed by it. “Ha, ha, ha, I'm a long wall here. I extend all the way across–”
“This has been done before,” Gena mumbled, ruffling through her suitcase and pulling out a crochet hook and some yarn.
“Not like this!” suddenly most of a female figure puckered out from the wall. Breasts, a face, and hips emerged from the surface, as if sculpted from it. Soon, hands jutted out and explored the body parts, and the wall began to pleasure itself.
Disinterested and slightly disgusted, Gena turned away from the sight and began to crochet.
“You're not saying anything, Gena! How amazing is this?”
“Oh, Jim, what's the point of it? So you're a wall with breasts. I don't know why you're so fascinated with that.”
The wall grew still and silent, and Gena could feel its gaze on her. She tossed down her crocheting in annoyance. “What?”
“You brought crocheting on our honeymoon?”
“Well, what else should I do while my husband is an oversexed wall?”
An arm sprouted from the paint, making a 'come hither' gesture. “Be it with me,” it said. “Try it.”

Shaking her head in mock annoyance, Gena rose. The arm grasped her and and pulled her in. The wall rippled a bit, giggling and thrashing until there were two bodies sticking out of it side by side.
“Now let me do to you what I was doing to myself,” said Jim, and the two bodies intertwined, each pleasuring each other in different ways, making the wall look like a sculpture in motion. The two bodies became one, and the face of a merged woman popped from the surface.
“Are we you or me?” asked Jim.
“I think we're a mixture.”
“How can you tell?”
“Experience. Go check us out in the mirror.”
When they emerged from the wall and studied themselves in the circular mirror, they were indeed an amalgamation of both women. This new person had Jim's strawberry blonde hair, but it had Gena's eyes and mouth, Jim's nose, and a perfected version of Gena's body.
“Awesome! Let's go back in!”
“Oh, Jim!”
But Jim dove them back in, and after a little scuffle, the wall seemed to spit Gena out. “Okay, now I want to crochet,” she announced in a firm voice.
Jim fell out to the floor. Immediately he began to thin out, growing longer and longer.
“What are you doing?”
Jim's body was now losing all identity as human, his limbs disappearing into his sides. He was becoming rope-like, and was bright blue... “I'm getting long...so long...longer and longer...all over the place...”
The room was starting to fill up with Jim. He was turning into a soft, fuzzy yarn. “Crochet with me,” he instructed, and Gena did.

Doing crafts when one's loved one was the yarn was an interesting experience. With each stitch, Jim would either moan or make a lewd comment. “Jim, I understand you're enjoying having your yarn-body knotted together into a bigger object. I got it. But the comments are getting... annoying.”
“Gena, don't you...oh, God, tie me tighter...Don't you understand, you're knotting me! I'm so long, and I'm getting all twisted together and...tightened...Oh, more! That part of me on the left needs to be tighter...”
Rolling her eyes, Gena gave the scarf that Jim was forming a nice hard stretch. The yell it let out made her wonder if it woke any of the neighbors.

Gena lay in bed reading, Jim the scarf twisted around her neck. “Jim, you're kind of warm for the tropical climate. Can I take you off?”
“I like being on your neck like this.”
Nevertheless, she removed him and placed him beside her. “What are you reading?” the scarf asked with interest.
“Stupid book that Dr. Schultz recommended. It's awful. I'll be right back.” She tossed the book aside and went into the bathroom.
When she returned to the bed, the scarf was gone. “Jim, I don't even want to know what you are now.” She picked up the book and opened it to see Jim's smiling face on the first page.
“Got ya!” he grinned, and she dropped him to the floor in shock.
“You jerk!”
“Turn into a book! It's fun and flat!”
“No.”
“Aw, Gena!” the book grew into Jenny, not Jim. “You've done so many transformations with your friends that you're getting jaded.”
“And you're still a girl.”
“Sure am,” Jim smiled, leaning back against the pillow. “And now it's your turn to please me.”
Gena gulped. She had forgotten about her promise to him. “Isn't it scary being...inside...a woman's...”
“Not at all! Haven't you noticed that when you're an object, you want to do whatever you're supposed to be used for? And it's so warm and inviting inside you, and, damn it, I want you in me. Be a dildo. Now.”
Just hearing mousy Jim say 'dildo' made Gena blush. She shrugged her shoulders. “At least hold me while I transform.”
“Works for me.”
As Gena shrank, she felt Jim's hand surrounding more and more of her protectively. She had to admit that she loved the way her limbs were melting into her sides as she grew long and plasticy. “You're gonna be a pink one, huh, Gena?” Jim chuckled as she cemented into her final form.
She giggled. It did feel nice. And Jim began to stroke her, making her ache to be used...
Jim turned her on, and she yelped. “Come on in,” he grinned, and her world changed.
All was dark, soft, and so very inviting. Jim's muscles gripped at her firm body, sending pleasure through her like never before. Vibrations ran through her non-stop, sending her into a elation beyond orgasm.
Jenny was her idol.

“Turn back, Gena.”
“No. I like this form. Can you turn me on again?”
“You've been that for hours.”
“I'm enjoying it.”
“I'm glad, but there's one more thing to do.”
“What?”
“Turn yourself into a man.”

Gena came down upon the strawberry-blonde, her unfamiliar male parts tingling with anticipation. She let the rush of testosterone take over, and she could not stop groping and touching the beautiful female below her. She entered Jim, as if she had done this a hundred times before, and both newlyweds squealed. Release came soon after, and the pleasure was so extreme, that the two melded together, forming a shapeless pink blob.
“What are we?”
“We're merged. I don't know what the hell we've merged into, but...”
“Make us something awesome, Jim.”
“Um...like what?”
“I don't know...something...amazing.”
Jim was silent for a moment, and then they were becoming a clear liquid.
“What are we?”
“Wait. Just give us time.”
Gena could feel an odd prickling sensation in their shared liquid form. It radiated through her, and she felt like she was changing shape, only on a molecular level... “What is this, Jim? What did you do?”
“We're a sodium chloride solution.”
“We're crystallizing?”
“Yup. We're turning into salt crystals! And it's a whole new sensation! Enjoy!”
Gena could feel herself hardening into small squares, and she could only liken it to a breakout of pimples or chickenpox sprouting from her skin. “Wow. I bet we're pretty like this.”
“You're always pretty. Even when you're a man.”

The end of their honeymoon found them sitting at the beach, the moonlight casting a glow on the soft waves. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Jim asked, kicking back his chair.
“I did.”
“There's just one thing that's missing here.”
“You keep saying stuff like that. What?”
“Drinks.”
Gena smirked. “Since when do you drink, Dr. Marks?”
“Oh, I didn't mean anything hard. How about your favorite, a pina colada?”
“Mm. Heavy on the coconut, please.”
“At your service.”
Almost instantaneously, in Jim's place was an icy glass, a twisty straw poking out of the smiling drink. “Wow! That was some hell of a transformation. Quick ones like that knock the wind out of you!” What seemed to be perspiration beaded on the glass. “I make a good drink, don't I?” it said.
Gena picked him up. “Oh, Jim, I didn't mean I wanted to drink you.”
“Come on, please? You did it when I was coffee! And I'm much tastier as a mixed drink. I promise!”
The pouting beverage made her laugh. “Well, maybe just a little.” But Jim's thick, sweet texture was the most perfect mixed drink she had ever had, and the sip developed into a long draught. Of course, her drink's encouraging her to continue on only made her indulge until the last sip was gone.
Nearly drunk on Jim's sweetness, she waded into the water, turning into a stone.
Mm, you turned us into a rock? Jim asked in their shared mind.
Yup. I like hardening into stuff, and I like being round.
The water buffeted them back and forth, and Gena sighed blissfully.
We're in the water?
Yes. Doesn't it feel nice?
Actually, yes! It's so nice I don't even have the urge to turn into a fish like I usually do.
The soft sand beneath them served as a sparkling bed as the waves pulled them out, then gently pushed them back in.
Jim conceded, Yes, it's very relaxing. Almost....sleep-inducing?
So rest!
And the waves lulled the little stone to sleep, ushering it into a slumber of shared dreams for their promising future.