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"Thanks Lola, I really appreciate the help," I said, digging through my bedroom closet. It had been a few months since me and Marsha's last foray into the unexplored, and so the newest can of Sai-Co. Instant Putty Spray was buried deep in the junk of our apartment. Lola stood by as I searched, arms crossed in curiosity.

Lola was Marsha's best friend (and voice of reason) since middle school; a cute librarian-type Latina chick with a slim build while still having curves where it counts. Don't get me wrong, I love Marsha, but it'd be a toss-up if I'd met this girl first...

"No problem, it's worth it just to see this 'Putty Spray' stuff in action," Lola replied, interrupting the dirty thought I was about to have.

"Uh...um...Yep, it's REALLY something," I stammered. Shuffling through a box on the floor of the closet, I finally felt the familiar metal of the spray can. "Found it!" I said, getting up from the floor and heading out of the room into the kitchen, Lola close behind. I placed the can on our wide kitchen table and removed the place mats.

"Okay, Marsha should be out of the shower in a bit," I said, handing Lola a wide, glass bowl with a large spoon and a heavy rolling pin inside it. "Put that next to the can and stand in front of them." Lola obeyed, a smile of anticipation on her lips.

Minutes later, Marsha appeared from the hallway wearing nothing more than a white bath towel covering her moist skin. Upon the realization that she wasn't alone, Marsha gasped, her eyes wide.

"Lola?! You didn't say you were coming over today," She said frantically, making sure her towel was wrapped tight. She took a moment to observe our sly facial expressions, and her's changed to one of puzzlement.

"What are you two doing?" She asked, eyebrow raised.

"Oh, Lola's here to help us with something..." I said.

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After a brief setup, Marsha and I were standing in front of one another, stark-naked in each other's arms as Lola stood by holding the spray.

"You two sure you wanna go through with this?" She asked in concern.

We both nodded in silence, staring into each other's eyes. Lola commenced spraying us top to bottom, our skin tingling and gleaming like rubber after the process was finished. I laid back on the table, and Marsha laid face-down on top of me. We smiled at one another as the spray began to do its work. Her thick lips parted and she leaned in for a kiss, and I obliged.

Between exchanges, she whispered, "I still can't get used to the fact that Lola is watching us get...intimate."

I brushed a stray lock of her black hair behind her ear and said, "Then don't think about it. It's just you...and me. Lola is a non-issue..."

"I can HEAR, you know," Lola snapped, placing a hand on her hip and rolling her neck. I gave her a steely look.

"...as I was saying, Lola is a NON-ISSUE," I darted my eyes back to her to solidify the emphasis, "Just focus on us."

Marsha smiled, and we continued kissing. I could feel our bodies begin to soften and flatten out. Marsha's breasts spread over my chest, and our lips began to stick together after every kiss. The atmosphere around us became immense, slowly smashing our bodies together. I had experienced this before, but Marsha's added weight and surface on top of me heightened the relaxing feel of being flattened out.

I could feel her pussy pressed to my junk, a silky liquid sandwiched between our ever-spreading masses. When the process finished, we were nearly dimensionless and had spread over half the table's surface, bliss almost overwhelming us.

"Wow. That's pretty amazing," Lola said as she examined us over the rim of her reading glasses, her curly brown hair spilling over her shoulders. She looked us up and down, though she could pretty much only see Marsha spread over me. She decided to poke Marsha's ass with her finger, surprised at the way it sank into her skin.

"Hm. Warm." She said. She began stroking Marsha's butt, up to her lower back. Of course, I couldn't quite SEE all of this, but the warmth and vibrations emanating from Marsha's body indicated she was enjoying herself. Lola peeled us off the table head-first and held us up in front of her. She managed to slowly pull us apart, our bodies tingling as we peeled away from each other. Once our lower bodies had been separated, thin strings of clear liquid stretched between us, and we had begun to melt in her fingertips, moaning simultaneously.

"You guys look so cute!" She mocked at the expressions of ecstasy stuck on our melting faces. She gathered us up and placed us back on the table before we stretched to the floor below. She dropped Marsha back on top of me and went for the rolling pin. "You two will be closer than ever after I'm done," she said devilishly. She began to roll us back and forth slowly and gently. After several rolls, our bodies started to lose some definition as she pressed us ever flatter. Feeling Marsha's cunt grow increasingly wet against my skin was amazing, and she grew warmer and softer with every pass. After about 120 passes with the pin, Lola had thoroughly smashed us into a paper-thin, nearly-liquid coating that spread over the entire table. I couldn't imagine being any closer to Marsha; I could feel every part of her body spread very thin over my surface, unable to think straight after what had to be the greatest massage of all time.

With great effort to scoop up our barely-solid remains, Lola placed us in the glass bowl.

"Look at you, reduced to thick goop. I think I could get used to this kind of power," she teased, staring down at us. Although we were almost totally liquid, we were still separate entities, kind of like two different flavors of ice cream in the same bowl. That was about to change.

Lola grabbed up the large spoon and stirred our forms together. I slowly slipped away, barely hanging on to my consciousness as my body began to mix with Marsha's. I couldn't even tell where any particular part of me was; I could sort of just, feel everything at once. Marsha's pleasure mixed with mine and the slow churn of Lola's stirring was downright orgasmic.

When she finally stopped, we were nothing more than a creamy, shiny paste. We both somehow sighed in sexual bliss, which actually translated as our liquid form gurgling and bubbling slightly. Lola put down the spoon, reached into the bowl with her finger and gently stirred us again.

"You like that, don't you?" She whispered, almost as turned on as we were. This was all too much for her, she simply couldn't stand the excitement any longer. She unzipped her jeans, jammed her whole hand into the goop, and smeared us all over her cunt. It felt fantastic in a very strange way as she moaned and rubbed every part of us against her pussy...

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"Thanks Lola, I really appreciate the help," I said, digging through my bedroom closet. It had been a few months since me and Marsha's last foray into the unexplored, and so the newest can of Sai-Co. Instant Putty Spray was buried deep in the junk of our apartment. Lola stood by as I searched, arms crossed in curiosity.

Lola was Marsha's best friend (and voice of reason) since middle school; a cute librarian-type Latina chick with a slim build while still having curves where it counts. Don't get me wrong, I love Marsha, but it'd be a toss-up if I'd met this girl first...

"No problem, it's worth it just to see this 'Putty Spray' stuff in action," Lola replied, interrupting the dirty thought I was about to have.

"Uh...um...Yep, it's REALLY something," I stammered. Shuffling through a box on the floor of the closet, I finally felt the familiar metal of the spray can. "Found it!" I said, getting up from the floor and heading out of the room into the kitchen, Lola close behind. I placed the can on our wide kitchen table and removed the place mats.

"Okay, Marsha should be out of the shower in a bit," I said, handing Lola a wide, glass bowl with a large spoon and a heavy rolling pin inside it. "Put that next to the can and stand in front of them." Lola obeyed, a smile of anticipation on her lips.

Minutes later, Marsha appeared from the hallway wearing nothing more than a white bath towel covering her moist skin. Upon the realization that she wasn't alone, Marsha gasped, her eyes wide.

"Lola?! You didn't say you were coming over today," She said frantically, making sure her towel was wrapped tight. She took a moment to observe our sly facial expressions, and her's changed to one of puzzlement.

"What are you two doing?" She asked, eyebrow raised.

"Oh, Lola's here to help us with something..." I said.

----

After a brief setup, Marsha and I were standing in front of one another, stark-naked in each other's arms as Lola stood by holding the spray.

"You two sure you wanna go through with this?" She asked in concern.

We both nodded in silence, staring into each other's eyes. Lola commenced spraying us top to bottom, our skin tingling and gleaming like rubber after the process was finished. I laid back on the table, and Marsha laid face-down on top of me. We smiled at one another as the spray began to do its work. Her thick lips parted and she leaned in for a kiss, and I obliged.

Between exchanges, she whispered, "I still can't get used to the fact that Lola is watching us get...intimate."

I brushed a stray lock of her black hair behind her ear and said, "Then don't think about it. It's just you...and me. Lola is a non-issue..."

"I can HEAR, you know," Lola snapped, placing a hand on her hip and rolling her neck. I gave her a steely look.

"...as I was saying, Lola is a NON-ISSUE," I darted my eyes back to her to solidify the emphasis, "Just focus on us."

Marsha smiled, and we continued kissing. I could feel our bodies begin to soften and flatten out. Marsha's breasts spread over my chest, and our lips began to stick together after every kiss. The atmosphere around us became immense, slowly smashing our bodies together. I had experienced this before, but Marsha's added weight and surface on top of me heightened the relaxing feel of being flattened out.

I could feel her pussy pressed to my junk, a silky liquid sandwiched between our ever-spreading masses. When the process finished, we were nearly dimensionless and had spread over half the table's surface, bliss almost overwhelming us.

"Wow. That's pretty amazing," Lola said as she examined us over the rim of her reading glasses, her curly brown hair spilling over her shoulders. She looked us up and down, though she could pretty much only see Marsha spread over me. She decided to poke Marsha's ass with her finger, surprised at the way it sank into her skin.

"Hm. Warm." She said. She began stroking Marsha's butt, up to her lower back. Of course, I couldn't quite SEE all of this, but the warmth and vibrations emanating from Marsha's body indicated she was enjoying herself. Lola peeled us off the table head-first and held us up in front of her. She managed to slowly pull us apart, our bodies tingling as we peeled away from each other. Once our lower bodies had been separated, thin strings of clear liquid stretched between us, and we had begun to melt in her fingertips, moaning simultaneously.

"You guys look so cute!" She mocked at the expressions of ecstasy stuck on our melting faces. She gathered us up and placed us back on the table before we stretched to the floor below. She dropped Marsha back on top of me and went for the rolling pin. "You two will be closer than ever after I'm done," she said devilishly. She began to roll us back and forth slowly and gently. After several rolls, our bodies started to lose some definition as she pressed us ever flatter. Feeling Marsha's cunt grow increasingly wet against my skin was amazing, and she grew warmer and softer with every pass. After about 120 passes with the pin, Lola had thoroughly smashed us into a paper-thin, nearly-liquid coating that spread over the entire table. I couldn't imagine being any closer to Marsha; I could feel every part of her body spread very thin over my surface, unable to think straight after what had to be the greatest massage of all time.

With great effort to scoop up our barely-solid remains, Lola placed us in the glass bowl.

"Look at you, reduced to thick goop. I think I could get used to this kind of power," she teased, staring down at us. Although we were almost totally liquid, we were still separate entities, kind of like two different flavors of ice cream in the same bowl. That was about to change.

Lola grabbed up the large spoon and stirred our forms together. I slowly slipped away, barely hanging on to my consciousness as my body began to mix with Marsha's. I couldn't even tell where any particular part of me was; I could sort of just, feel everything at once. Marsha's pleasure mixed with mine and the slow churn of Lola's stirring was downright orgasmic.

When she finally stopped, we were nothing more than a creamy, shiny paste. We both somehow sighed in sexual bliss, which actually translated as our liquid form gurgling and bubbling slightly. Lola put down the spoon, reached into the bowl with her finger and gently stirred us again.

"You like that, don't you?" She whispered, almost as turned on as we were. This was all too much for her, she simply couldn't stand the excitement any longer. She unzipped her jeans, jammed her whole hand into the goop, and smeared us all over her cunt. It felt fantastic in a very strange way as she moaned and rubbed every part of us against her pussy...