---Soo’s perspective---

I’m sitting atop the desk in our little lodge on the embassy compound, currently in ball form so as to better concentrate on my work.

I’m combing through the footage of that monster suppression expedition from all the body camera angles, editing together a coherent narrative and planning my commentary.

I’m just at the part where Tymancha takes an action movie style dive into the pool of blue smoke when I taste/smell a hand on top of me.

“Hey there, Ms Lane…” comes Cucu’s tired voice “…hope you’re not shopping for a replacement hero(!)”

“Why… Mr Kent(!) You surely know that my heart belongs only to Superman(!)” I say, sucking his hand into my body to better appreciate his taste/smell.

At first, it’s unpleasantly tainted with the flavour of all the Twigg and the single Human he’s been tending to today but I quickly clean the contamination away, leaving only his underlying flavour to appreciate.

“That Superman’s a lucky guy… all the power in the world and the heart of a beautiful lady like yourself(?) How many blessings can one man have(!)”

I create another pair of eyes and send them around my body to look up at him, still working on the footage with my originals.

“Yes… if only that Superman weren’t so busy saving the world all the time, he might have more time to actually enjoy that latter blessing, Mr Kent(!)…”

He smiles down at me “I’m sure you’re always what he’s thinking about while he’s saving the world, Ms Lane.”

I pause my editing and begin to flow up his arm, over his sleeve.

“Is that so, hmm? Well… I don’t know how you think you know his mind so well, Mr Kent. If that were the case… it would make me happy… but…” I reach his shoulders and begin transferring my weight off the table and onto him “…not as happy as I’d be to have him with me the way you are… If only, if only I could fall for someone like you, Mr Kent(!)”

I lift the last of myself off the desk and begin flowing my bulk onto his front.

He barely reacts to bearing an extra quarter of his mass in this high gravity.

Gravity doesn’t really make that much difference to those of us with no bones to break or muscles to work, so I don’t really bother with changing it, usually.

I really only notice the difference in the amount of food I have to absorb to feel restored.

Forming a head in front of his, then a neck, then a pair of shoulders, a pair of breasts, a waist, hips, arse and a set of four limbs, the uppers wrapped around his shoulders, the lowers around his trunk, I kiss him.

He positively melts from the sensation, wrapping his arms around me.

I can taste/smell the fatigue he’s experiencing from the hard day of work he’s just had… I want to take care of him but… there’s something I need to talk about with him first.

Without breaking from the kiss, I say “Cường… I’ve decided something…”

---Cường’s perspective---

“Nng hngoo hnnghaigigg?” I ask, my mouth full of her.

I don’t know if her always speaking to me when I can’t answer because my mouth is occupied is a kink or if she genuinely just forgets that I need it to speak!

She pulls her mouth from mine and smiles “Could you repeat that?” in a way that definitely makes me think it’s the former(!)

“I said ‘What have you decided?’” I answer, coolly.

“Well… I’ve decided that… even a year or two is too long to be without you…”

By all the nonexistent gods!

This again?!

“Soo… don’t make me choose between saving lives and being in a relationship with you! Putting me in that position will make the decision easy for me…” I lie, sternly.

Even if she does something so selfish, choosing to end things will still likely be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

She shakes her head and smiles “I know better than that, Cucu… If you chose me over helping people, you wouldn’t be the man I fell in love with.”

I frown “So… what do you mean?”

“Well…” she says, squashing herself into me “…I mean; I don’t want to leave you here without me… on the planet of Dommy Spiderwomen and promiscuous Goblin girls(!) So… I’ve decided I’m going to stay here…”

“What?!” I ask, agog.

“I’m going to stay here and make an in depth documentary of the early years of setting up the embassy. The ambassadors have already signed off on it.” she smiles back at me, lovingly.

“But… what about Galactic News? You can’t ask them if they’re happy to sign off on this without FTLcoms!”

She shrugs her gelatinous, transparent blue shoulders “I’ll send everything I have back with the ship, along with an explanation of the circumstances… I’m sure they’ll be fine with it.”

“But what if they’re not!?” I ask, shocked at how laid back she’s being about this.

“If they’re not, not only will they lose access to the exclusivity on the documentary and open up the possibility of me selling it to a competitor network, but, a much greater loss, they’ll also lose access to me… the single best gardenworld reporter on Terran events that there is(!) I won’t have any problem finding a job with a competitor!” she says, cocking her head in a mixture of hurt and curiosity “You… don’t seem as happy about this as I thought you’d be, Cucu?”

“I’m thrilled you want to be here with me, Soo!… I just don’t want you to nuke your career on my account!”

“My career itself is on your account, Cường!… Remember? I only went into journalism to be sent to places where I thought there was a higher chance of running into you! Now I’ve found you, there’s no reason for me to stay in it, other than inertia. Unlike you, if someone asked me to choose between you and journalism I’d choose you immediately! I’d be destroying my camera drones before they’d finished speaking!”

“But…!”

“Why do you actually have a problem with this, Cường?” she interrupts, incisively.

I stop dead in my tracks to introspect, considering her question.

“I guess…” I start, reticently.

“You guess?” she prompts, patiently.

“*sigh*… I guess that nobody’s ever shown an interest in me like you before, Soo! I turn 72 later this year and this is the longest relationship I’ve ever been in!… I suppose… some part of me… is waiting for the day when you get bored of me… I guess I don’t want you to regret decisions you made on my account while we were together. I don’t want you to look back on being with me and resent the things you sacrificed for me…” I admit, embarrassed.

Her gathering of photoreceptors behind the shapes of her morphed eyes just stare at my face for several long moments.

Then she throws her head back in hysterical laughter.

When she’s mostly recovered, she chides “Don’t be stupid, Cucu!!!” laughing “‘Get bored of you’?! ‘Look back on being with you’!? You are not getting rid of me that easily, idiot(!)… You think I’d ‘get bored of you’ after a lifetime spent searching for you!?… NO! You’re stuck with me… for, in your words, ‘the rest of our lives’! Alright, dummy!?”

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I open my mouth, only to find it instantly filled with a flood of blue jelly.

The two patches of photoreceptors on the face of the woman kissing me narrow, as she says “I think you’ve lost your speaking privileges for the moment, Cucu… Don’t want you saying anything else as stupid as that(!)” she melts herself around my chest in a tight embrace “What do you say to letting our bodies do the rest of the talking, hmmm(?)”

Yeah… I’m no longer in any doubt… she has a kink for shutting me up.

I chuckle and nod my head.

Her photoreceptors change shape and dance delightedly as she eagerly begins melting herself down the front of my top, encompassing my torso with skin-to-membrane contact, all without releasing my mouth.

I see ripples passing underneath my jacket as she works it upwards to be free of my red, sash belt.

It bursts open at the front and she throws it down my arms to the floor.

I’m quite glad she had the curtains closed before I got home because, otherwise, my bare chest would be fully visible to anyone outside, protected only by a thin layer of my girlfriend’s transparent blue flesh.

She seeps down below my sash, enveloping my semierect cock, quickly causing it to stand fully to attention.

I feel my centre of gravity shift down as she pushes more of herself to my lower half to swell my trousers to the floor, around my ankles.

“Lift your left foot...” she says, her pheromonal language being translated as a sensuous whisper.

I do as she asks and see my boot get pushed off with a *pop*.

“Now the other…”

The process is repeated for my right foot leaving me completely nude and completely enveloped in her gelatinous blue body from the lower face down.

I don’t think she’s ever undressed me entirely from inside my clothes like that before… I’m definitely a fan!

“Let’s have a look at ourselves, shall we?” she giggles.

I feel my legs moving inside hers as she marches us over to the tall, narrow mirror we have hung on our wall.

I could almost certainly resist her but I think I’d probably lose my balance and fall over if I tried!

---Soo’s perspective---

I feel all [78kg] of my boyfriend’s mass squashing the parts of me that are between the soles of his feet and the floor as I puppeteer him over to the mirror.

His breathing is elevated and the wonderful cocktail of pheromones coming off of him have an amazing flavour!

I form up a pair of eyes at his clavicle just before we’re about to see ourselves and…

“Oh… that’s a little disappointing…” I say as I see myself.

Obviously, Cucu (being 95% phagocytosed inside me with his mouth obstructed and only his upper face uncovered) looks like a snacc… but… me on the other hand… I look like an amorphous humanoid blob!

Like someone’s shaped a watermattress into a wearable suit!

“No, no, no… this won’t do!” I say, to myself as much as my captured lover.

I begin reshaping myself around him, thinning the cytoplasm bulking out his waist, lower legs and arms and using it to augment the chest, hips and thighs, encompassing him in a far more feminine figure.

“How’s that?… Better?”

He answers with a stifled moan.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’…(!)” I giggle back.

I begin enveloping the top of his head, leaving only three holes, one for him to breathe through and one for each of his eyes, forming a smirking feminine face on top of his.

With his volume bulking me out I’m a lot larger than I’m normally able to manage… The effect is that of a voluptuous queen.

“I think this is a good look for you(!)” I tease the man trapped inside me, as his eyes dart over our shared features “And I know you want a feel, don’t you…”

I raise our arms and withdraw myself from his palms, creating two windows.

I run his hands over my breasts, making him squeeze them, down my stomach over his cock, flat against his stomach, over my hips and to my arse which I give a little wiggle.

The flood of arousal I taste from him intensifies.

“You are so cute, Cucu… Cute and tasty!” I smile “But… I think…”

He grunts and his body convulses as I begin inserting myself into his arsehole.

The deathworlder strength that he leverages involuntarily knocks us off balance but he steadies us by throwing his palm against the wall, to the top right of the mirror.

We look at ourselves, quivering from the way his muscles keep spasming.

I continue swelling the pseudopod in his arse until I’m not able to make it any larger.

“…the more of me you have inside you, the cuter you look and the tastier you taste(!)” I grin into the mirror.

His eyes don’t meet mine at his clavicle, staring, instead, straight back into the holes from which his own eyes look out.

“I’ve got you, Cucu… you’re mine and I’m never giving you up!… If we get back to the capital and Galactic News tell me that they’ve fired me for the unauthorised leave, I’ll easily consider it a price worth paying to avoid a long distance, incommunicado relationship with you!”

I feel his tongue wriggling against the part of me that’s in his mouth as he tries to form an answer.

Nothing coherent comes out.

“Now, my love, why don’t we take a seat on the bed… and I can put all your worries that I might ever ‘get bored of you’ to rest, alright?”

---Cường’s perspective---

Soo frogmarches me over to our bed and folds me into a sitting position.

My bottom doesn’t actually touch the covers, padded as it is by the ample posterior she’s given herself.

She tips my top half over onto the bed before pulling up my legs.

She angles us so that I’m able to see both my own nude body laid out inside her and our reflection in the mirror.

It is very surreal to be almost entirely encased inside her like this!

We do have a safeword for me to use (worked out after I noticed how often she liked to have my mouth obstructed). I could stop this if I wanted to but… I really don’t want to…

Even as a doctor, I’m unsure if the biological agents she naturally puts off to speak are actually aphrodisiac to Humans or if this is just what it feels like to have full body contact with someone you love… either way, it feels magnificent!

She begins a stimulating pulse and undulation of the phallus she’s pegging me with.

“Ngggh!” I moan, closing my eyes.

“Oh… you like that?” she asks, amused “What about this?”

She starts to pulse the spur occupying my mouth.

“You like that?”

I do…

Even though, if she wanted to kill me in this position, it would be easy for her… all she’d have to do would be to cover my nose (the main method Suigu soldiers used to kill Terrans in the War, oozing underneath their armour and suffocating them) I nevertheless feel incomparably safe, cared for and loved as I lie here, floating a few centimetres above the bed and encased inside my girlfriend!

“I think I’m going to shut your eyes…” she smirks, melting my eyeholes closed.

Now deprived of my sight, I become hyper aware of the sensations in my arse and mouth, the membrane against my skin, my own accelerated breaths coming in and out of my nose as they expand and contract my chest, feeling nothing else.

I see nothing.

I hear nothing.

I taste and smell only her.

She lifts up my arms and folds them underneath the ample chest she’s given herself, morphing to push them through her midriff and bind them against mine.

Still fucking my arse and skull, she brings my legs together and withdraws herself from the gaps between them, bringing me into the pose of a mummified Egyptian Pharaoh.

“Oh, Cucu… [seven decades] of trying and failing to find someone to love you have made you feel quite worthless, haven’t they?” (accurately) assesses the soundless, disembodied voice of my captor in my head “Well… you aren’t worthless to me!… You’re all I ever dreamed of and, now… you’re mine!… You know that and, yet, it appears you still haven’t accepted it!… You still think you’re Superman, always putting yourself and your own needs last… Allow me to teach this super body of yours how good it feels when someone else is taking care of you(!)”

She starts to ripple her membrane around my manhood, causing my breathing to hitch.

“There now… be a good boy and relax… Just let me take care of everything for you…”

She teases me for quite some time, doing enough to keep me permanently on the edge of orgasm, then pulling back at the last moment.

After what feels like an age of her sucking away my sanity with her slow, teasing, full body stimulation, I grunt “Ngggh, nggh ngh ng ngh!”

She withdraws herself from my mouth but nowhere else as that was not our safeword.

“What was that, my love?” she asks, sweetly.

“Please, just let me cum…” I pant.

“Hmmm, should I let you cum?… What do I get out of it?” she poses, playfully.

“Anything!” I gasp, desperately.

“Hmmm… ‘Anything’ you say?… Alright then… tell me you want me to stay on this planet with you.”

“I want you to stay!” I answer, immediately.

“Tell me you’ll be mine forever.”

“Forever and a day!” I plead, pathetically.

“Tell me… tell me you think you’re worth more than my job at Galactic News…”

I falter as the words catch in my throat.

After some long seconds of hesitation, I answer “I think I’m worth more to you than your job… and I’m happy for that.”

There is a pause… before she redoubles her arousal of every centimetre of me.

In no time at all, I’m on the brink of an orgasm.

I open my mouth to cry out, only to have it filled with gel as my stomach seizes in ecstasy.

---Soo’s perspective---

I’m lying on the bed with the love of my life still bound inside me, milked thoroughly dry and bubbles of his seed floating across my stomach (not that he can see that).

I’d like to have him sleep in me like this… unfortunately, my body thinks I’m trying to eat him right now(!)

At the moment, the digestive agents it’s exposing him to will be nothing more than a pleasant exfoliation for him… but, if he were to spend all night in me, he would get rather a nasty case of dermatitis…

Shame…

For the moment though, I can keep holding him, keep enjoying how he tastes, keep making sure he understands how much more he means to me than basically anything else in the universe!

“Soo…?” comes his masculine voice from the hole in my feminine face.

“Yes, Cucu?”

“Thank you…”

“For what?” I laugh.

“For everything… for being you… for loving me… for making sure I know it… all of it!” he answers, sincerely.

“Likewise…” I answer, just as sincere.

Contentedly he nestles himself against nothing in particular, still floating in my cytoplasm.

We sit in silence for a while.

Then he says “Oh, tomorrow, if you manage to catch the repair crew, could you let them know we need a top up on various food stuffs from the ship? We’ve pretty much only got enough pancake mix for tomorrow’s breakfast right now(!)”