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This story was written for Serling as part of his Patreon commission reward for October 2018. It contains M/M sex between consenting adults, bondage, food-play and massage related gooiness.

...To Baste You With

"A... a rich, salty stuffing to start with, and then... oh god, Aiden, then you can spend the whole

rest of the night prepping and feasting on me however you want. Just, please... please, first? Before anything else? Hold me. Take me, and... oh god, Aiden, please. Stuff me now, and afterwards... I'll be your sweet, suckling pig all night long."

How could anyone in their right mind, especially a wolf who was head over heels for the bound, oil-glazed and pleadingly horny pig before him, resist such a tempting offer? Perhaps if Aiden had known the answer his and George's evening might have taken a more normal path after that point, but he most definitely did not. The wolf snarled in desire and passion for the plump figure tied up before him, and hurriedly, blindly he reached down to grab at the bottle of olive oil with which he had already lubed up every inch of the pig bar his untouched, straining cock. He drizzled some onto his hand, and before either of them could say another word or do anything more but moan feverishly to one another he wrapped his hand around his cock and caressed, stroking it and lubricating it all in one eager motion. A moment later he flung himself down upon the rounded and wiggling body of George, only for the pig to squeal in mixed laughter and frustration as no sooner had the wolf's weight been placed upon him his slick, oil-glistening body popped out from under the wolf like a cork and slid several feet along the kitchen's smooth tiled floor.

With a roar of desire and mirth of his own Aiden attempted to give chance, but with one paw slick with that same natural lube and the floor now glistening where George had slid across it, the results were inevitable. He went sprawling and sliding too, and ended up with his nose neatly planted just beneath the pig's swollen pink testicles. Again he tried to mount George only for the pig to squeal and slide away once more, and again, slower but with lustful impatience that made the same result inevitable.

"Aahhh, dammit..."

Aiden groaned, and reached out to grab at the twine binding George's hands, fully intending to drag him over onto the carpet in the nearby living room and make the most of its rough shag texture to... well, to give the pig a rough shagging of his very own. To his horror though, something very different and very wrong happened when he reached out and grabbed at the twine. Rather than his fingers closing around it, they twisted in to close and make a fist, but simply melded together with his hand. His eyes bulged, and as he tried to pull it away again a long, sticky string of more dough-like flesh pulled back, with some of it still very much wrapped around and clinging to the twine.

"What?"

He gasped in confusion, glancing over to the spot from which they had slid only to whine in dismayed realisation. A bottle lay open on its side, dripping a small glistening puddle onto the ground where Aiden had dropped it after applying its contents to his hand. Not the olive oil as he had intended, but a small bottle of utterly undiluted signature massage oil from work. Oil that he had applied to his hand, and then subsequently rubbed onto... his eyes bulged, his head tilted down as George tried to squirm and turn around from where he was trapped and hogtied to see what the latest delay was, and the wolf howled as he saw his cock drooping not with a lack of arousal, but simply because it, like his hand was in the process of liquefying thanks to the massage oil's intense undiluted strength.

"Oh god. That... that's not what I meant to happen."

He smirked, not afraid, not upset, but suddenly realising what was about to happen to him given the sheer intensity of the undiluted oil against his bare and in one particular case extremely sensitive skin. Hurriedly he slipped back over to the pile of various kitchen supplied he'd brought with him to tease George, and slid back over with the same pair of scissors he had used to cut off the pig's clothing. In a split-second the twine was cut, and a very slippery, very horny porcine male was suddenly free, blinking and finally able to turn over, albeit trying not to slip and slide as he did so, to regard what was happening that had stopped Aiden's attempts at mounting him.

His eyes widened, and he giggled as he saw the wolf's hand and cock drooping and semi-liquefied.

"So, the stuff that's made me all soft and tender..."

He poked at himself, able to plunge his finger to the base knuckle into his own belly despite the fact it was normally neither that malleable nor anywhere near so large as to contain that much loose plumpness.

"...I guess it doesn't make great lube?"

Aiden blushed and whined.

"Please, I don't have much time. Come with me, don't slip."

Trying to do as the wolf had suggested the two men scooted their nude selves over to the edge of the kitchen and out into the hallway beyond, hurriedly making their way to Aiden's bathroom. He firmly secured the metal plug in the tub, and gestured for the pig to get into it.

"I... I can't stop what's gonna happen, but... I don't wanna spoil our night together. George, I can't wipe the oil off, but... if I dilute it a little? If I rub it off on something. Or, on someone? Rather than becoming totally liquid, we could both just... well..."

He blushed deeply.

"It's not the stuffing you asked for I know. But, we could make a delicious stew. Together."

A moment later the pig was scrambling into the bathtub, still trying not to slip with every movement of his still glistening, olive-oil rubbed body. He lay down on his back, and peered out at the wolf who was looking at him with awe.

"You're not even gonna ask any questions? Ask how this is possible? Whether it's safe?"

George blushed.

"Would you ask me to do it if it wasn't?"

The wolf swallowed and shook his head. The pig grinned.

"I know. So, c'mon. Get it."

He drummed his trotters against the base of the tub.

"If I'm gonna get marinated for the first time in my life... t-there's no-one I'd rather have basting me than you."

With a whimper of delight, the wolf clambered into the bathtub and laid himself down over the pig as comfortably as he could in that limited space. Face to face they blushed, but a moment later they were kissing and George was moaning as he felt something warm and tingling dripping over his rock hard cock. He saw Aiden's eyes widen, the wolf's face flushing hotter and hotter until a desperate growl of excitement escaped the lupine male, and giggled as it occurred to him what was happening.

"Your... your cock just melted, didn't it?"

Aiden shuddered and nodded.

"Over me? Over my cock."

The wolf nodded and shivered in pleasure again as yet more of his manhood drooled down onto the pig's own.

"And... you can still feel it? It still feels... good, I mean?"

Aiden's face burned scarlet.

"It's still my cock, and... and it's still rock hard. It's just, not hard in one piece any more."

The pig's slick, olive-oil clad hands wrapped around the wolf's buttocks, and gently pressed his hips down, forward, until what remained of Aiden's mostly liquefied cock was grinding and squishing against his own still desperately needy erection. They shuddered, they writhed and moaned, and they kissed deeply once again, George only speaking up in a fevered whimper when their lips parted through the simple need for air once again.

"Oh god. Oooh god, Aiden. Please tell me that if I melt too, if you melt onto me and... and that makes me melt... tell me it'll feel this good. Tell me we'll be all mixed up together, but we'll still be able to feel everything."

Shivering, whining, licking the pig's slick and glistening face, the wolf nodded.

"Everything. More than everything. I... o-oh..."

His eyes widened and his voice trailed off as he felt a new sensation, and George gasped as all of a sudden he felt his hands beginning to sink into the wolf's ass as he tried to hold them tight against one another. His cock flexed once, twice, a third time, and as it did so it began to push up through Aiden's ever more rapidly softening body just as his hands were pushing down. The pig's eyes rolled back, and his already pink cheeks glowed hotter and brighter as he felt the warm, softened, malleable flesh of the wolf suddenly surrounding his twitching erection.

"Aiden. Y-you still feel so good. Oh, this... this is incredible. I never dreamed. I never imagined..."

Emboldened by the pleasure and the overwhelmed, blissed out look on Aiden's face as he felt the pig's cock pressing up through the remains of his own erection, through what would have been the flesh of his back passage and practically through his prostate as his whole body began to soften and conglomerate into one singular substance rather than distinct organs and structures, George rolled over in the small tub. He rolled over onto his front, onto his hands and knees expecting to roll Aiden over with him and pin the wolf down in his passion. Instead, he heard a splat. His eyes widened, and he watched as the impact of the wolf on the side and the base of the tub as they turned within one another's embrace proved enough to leave a glistening, gooey trail of grey and pink fur and flesh mushed together into one glistening liquid substance. His hips bucked instinctively, but as he thrust down against the wolf, Aiden compressed and liquefied faster and faster beneath him. He thrust again and again, but by that third thrust it was less like pushing into flesh and more like humping jelly or some sort of slime. Not an unpleasant sensation, actually something that George's libido filed away for a later date, but not what he had hoped for. Not what he had longed for.

"I..."

The pig moaned guiltily, embarrassed but too horny to deny the truth.

"I want to cum. Aiden. I... p-please, I've been waiting all evening. All day. I want you to make me cum."

Beneath the glistening, naked pig's weight Aiden's face was pretty much all that was left protruding out from a growing, four inch deep puddle of his liquefied form in the bathtub's base. He grinned and tried to crane his neck up to kiss the pig, only to realise he had no neck left to crane.

"Trust me, George. Wait. Stay hard. O-oh god. Stay rock hard l-like you are right now. Like I was. I promise you, it'll be worth it. When you soften. When you... like me. When we mix. When we mingle together, every moment, every second of it will feel like I'm stroking every cell of your cock at once, non-stop."

The pig's eyes widened.

"How do you know that?"

Aiden's face flushed, and he grinned bashfully as he began to feel his muzzle softening, dripping, turning to liquid even as he spoke to the pig whose own body, coated in a glistening sheen not just of olive oil now but his own liquefied self, was beginning to look rather more soft and malleable in his own right than before.

"Because that's how I feel right now. It won't stop, it... it won't end. Oh god, George, it's incredible, and... when you're here with me? Sharing this. Feeling this too? I... oh. Oh, George, I think I'm f-fahhh... I think I'm ffnmnnghhmblmbhm..."

His smiling face sank into the rest of him, and suddenly the pig was lying in the tub surrounded by his liquefied lover. Blushing, trembling, and then rolling over in the wolf's liquid self. Over, and over, and over again to coat himself in Aiden, and to rub, to stimulate and hopefully pleasure the wolf even as he forced himself to keep his hands away from his straining, throbbing cock.

Thankfully it didn't take long, barely five minutes before George felt his own plump body going from soft to something more than that. As he felt it hard to move his limbs, to lift his head, everything tingling like he was being given a massage by a billion micro-sized hands all at once. He felt like a big cube of butter melting away in a warm dish, emulsifying into a delicious rich sauce to make it all the richer. He closed his eyes and moaned Aiden's name.

This day had started so simply, so innocently with a massage from a stranger he hadn't even known five seconds before the appointment began. Now it was ending with him melting into not just that former stranger's bathtub, but into that stranger's own already melted, glistening gooey body. And yet somehow, it didn't feel strange. Not a scary or concerning sort of strange, anyway. Somehow it felt... right. It felt good.

From their playful teasing in the massage room to the joking food-play in the kitchen to this now, nothing about his and Aiden's first date had been remotely normal, remotely sensible or in any way expected. And maybe that was why, since nothing else about this incredibly weird first date felt off to George, he had no shame in whimpering what he whimpered to the puddle of goo around him as he sank sloppily, happily into Aiden with his own now rapidly liquefying self.

"If you were gonna say what I think you were gonna say, Aiden? Don't worry. Please, please... don't worry. Because, ooh... you silly, wonderful big bad wolf. I think I'm falling in love with you a little bit, too."

By Jeeves

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