Pillow 16 - Wet sucker X

---Intro:

Umiko rolled her eyes annoyed and began to remove her bikini top. 

"Tommy, we have been married for five years and I'm not a middless cock sucker bimbo. You didn't bought me a seven hundred bucks bracelet just cause is our anniversary, so take off your pants and let's go give a first ride to that goddamn pool of yours!"

(Woman into inanimate)*

The summer cicadas were giving an opera recital in the woods that surrounded the ostentatiously avant garde chalet on the top of the hill and it wasn’t even nearly night yet.

Umika Dispenza placed her long shaved tattooed leg into the pool first, she was wearing only the skimpy bottom half of her white and black bikini. She was a tall well shaped Taiwanese woman, with slightly tanned skin, long straight brunette hair that flowed down her shoulders, a pair of generously large breasts, bouncy well defined buttocks and a pleasantly round face with a black freckle above her mouth’s right corner.

Her thick nipples stiffened at the contrast between  the heat that filled the backyard and the fresh humidity of the pool’s cool water. Not that much plastic surgery had touched her body, just some plumping to make her juicy lips even juicier.

People had often told her that she was just a trophy wife, her answer was always to roll her eyes, cross her arms and smirk out a defiant question: “So what?”

Tommy Dispenza, her husband, sat at the edge of the pool, chuckling and smirking. The Italian man was wearing a pair of speedos, but had his penis out, with a half erection that he was softly massaging.

Three summers.

It had taken three summers of hard work to build this pool in their backyard from nothing, and in the end, he had just needed one last push from some questionable workers.

But it had all been worth it to have this fantastic pool ready for the exact day of their anniversary... well, the anniversary had actually been yesterday, but it still counted in Tommy’s mind.

He felt like a king, spreading his legs as Umika approached him. Tommy had bought some flowers and fancy expensive jewelry for his wife, then they had gone out for a fancy dinner and now, back at home, it was time for an extra wet and kinky session.

Extra wet because now they had a pool.

Umika for her part, even though she had ensured it wasn’t obvious in her expression, wasn’t as excited as her husband.

“Fuck my goddamn fucking life...!”

She thought, as she knelt down on the water whilst sliding her hair behind her ears.

“Three summers to build this ugly crappy puddle!

Three whole summers!

This thing completely ruins the aesthetics of the house!”

The woman leaned forward, moving underneath Tommy’s crotch, and very carefully tingled his ballsack with the tip of her tongue. Tommy stopped holding his cock when Umika’s fingers slid between his, leaving that work to the professional.

With a dumb smile on his face he shivered in pleasure as his wife’s tongue and skillful fingers gave him pure pleasure.

“Yesssss... Babbyyy, you are the best cock sucker in the freaking world...!” gloated the man. Indignation rose inside Umika’s brain.

“Of course I am, you moronic brainlet!

We could have bought a normal pool like normal people, but no!

Mister manly man had to do it with his own hands to prove...

Prove what?

That he’s the hugest dickhead around?

He only did it because Vostok told him he couldn’t!

Freakin idiot!

We are going to be the mockery of the neighborhood!

You know what’s the best worst part of this shit?

That it’s going to be cocksucker Umika that will end up having to deal with cleaning and maintaining this fucking atrocious puddle!

I guess I’m the most stupid one in the end...!”

Whilst holding the tip of the phallus with two fingers Umika slid her tongue upwards from her husband’s scrotum, following the curve of the sack and then climbing the hard meat, coating with her saliva the musk of sex.

Tommy’s legs raised up, splayed in the water.

“Holy Maria Magdalena!” he moaned, biting his lips and closing his eyes. “Don’t stop, babbyyyyy...!”

“Sigh...

Maybe I should stop taking the pills...

Maybe if we had a kid he would stop being so childish?

But do I really want to have a child with this idiot?

He has the money...

Tshhh...

But I don’t want to ruin my figure.

I can totally pull off the MILF look without having to go through that bullshit.

And let’s be honest...

We know perfectly well that you would suck arse as a mother.”

When her face reached the tip of his dick she placed several kisses on the tip after sliding down his foreskin. Tommy giggled like a total doofus, Umiko gasped slowly. Her lips opened and she tenderly began the soft motion of blowing him.

Tommy put a hand on the back of her head, either to help or to make sure she didn’t stop.

“Kinda ironic, isn't it?

I would SUCK as a mother.

I SUCK... as a wife?

But I’m the best of the bests at sucking.

Blowing?

Eh...

Umiko the Sucker...

Yeah, yeah, that’s true Umiko, no need to lie to yourself.

Sucking and cleaning, that’s all you’re good at.

Your purpose for existing.

Sucking and cleaning”

That silly, self-deprecating, meandering thought and the pinch on her wrist was what set Umiko’s heart loose, triggering the twisted, lewd and horrid end to her humanity.

A single bubble of air escaped her arse, but nobody noticed.

Her anus trembled, twitched and began to stretch, sliding out of her buttocks and acquiring a tubular shape. Umiko’s bikini bottoms were pushed outwards by the growing tube, the cloth tried to resist the pushing, but such a tiny piece of fabric had no hope of stopping the bizarrely ironic fate that it’s owner was about to suffer.

The underwear unfastened and floated away as Umiko’s arse-tube kept stretching impossibly, sliding out on the surface of the water with a will of its own. It looked like an anaconda, the skin of the lengthening cylinder turned a rubbery dark blue as it kept up its slow drag towards the other end of the pool.

Neither the transforming wife nor the oblivious husband noticed the long appendage attached to the woman’s rear, both being too lost in the pleasure of the blow job that Umiko was perfectly performing.

Tommy was leaning back and Umiko was completely lost in her skillful sucking motions. Umiko’s toes curled as her lips stretched around his cock.

She needed more.

She wanted it all.

A simple singular thought in her mind.

“Sucking & cleaning”

Her entrails groaned and began to shift pleasantly, simplifying into an inorganic and compact state, after all she wasn’t going to need all those intricate organs when her metamorphosis ended. Umiko’s toes began to change, losing their nails, spreading, cracking and then beginning to retract.

Between her legs bubbles came out of her vagina when the transformation reached her sex. Her pussy slurped and clenched and then widened. The woman’s bones snapped several times, her face deformed around that penis so much that her lips reached his scrotum.

Yet, despite that ever building sequence of dehumanizing changes, her brain remained focused on giving the best cock sucking possible.

Umiko put her hands on Tommy’s legs.

“Babe...! Don’t stop, don’t stooooop...!” the man moaned.

His wife’s mind was fully focused on that mantra.

“Sucking... &... cleaning...!”

At the other end of the pool, Umiko’s long arse-tube had finally reached it’s objective... a plug...

The circular end of that rubber anus shivered a bit, tentacles stretched from its interior and with a single twang it plugged itself in.

Umiko’s eyes open wide.

That precariously pleasant equilibrium that their matrimonial relationship had been at for the last few minutes reached an abrupt conclusion when Umiko’s inner half-engine organs growled and turned on at full power.

With a silly slurp-like sound Tommy’s dick was dragged inside the changing woman’s mouth all the way down her throat. The real sucking, the powerful mechanical sucking, ignited, finishing off his pleasure.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! MY FUCKIN COCK!” shouted Tommy in pain.

With not just her mouth, but also her reshaping pussy, Umiko began to suck up flesh, air and water that once inside her moved directly towards her arse-tube and traveled through that arse-tube.

She was completely aware of every step of the process.

“Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!” slapping Tommy’s thighs, she tried to scream and cry, but it was hard with a mouth full of cock. “HHHHHHHHHHMMMMM!”

Umiko wasn’t at all happy with the sudden awareness of her transformation, the collision between who she was and what she was certain she was going to become.

Tommy had more mundane and painful problems.

“MY COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK!” he yelled in panic as he looked down at his crotch and horror and pain became one.

He saw Umiko’s disfigured face stretched over his groin, Umiko pleaded for help with her eyes. Tommy put a hand on her head and made some of her hair fall out.

Whilst he wasn’t in theory against helping his poor wife, his priority was obviously his genital pain.

“Let me go! LET MY COCK GO!”

“MMMMMM! MMMHHHHHHHHH!”

They struggled and splashed at the edge of the pool, Tommy pushing and Umiko trying to hold onto him as if it was her last hope to stop what was happening to her.

“You are tearing it apart!” the man screamed as he leaned back to use his feet.

Umiko gurgled, slapping his legs and belly, but that didn’t stop the kicks.

With a slurping sound Tommy’s penis was freed and Umiko was sent floating away towards the center of the pool. Her stretched mouth and cunt still sucking air and water. At the end of that tube-like mouth, in the circle that still was outlined with the woman’s lipstick, Umiko’s teeth ground in anger.

“You bastarrrrrd!” her voice was an echo of the mechanical sound of her inner motor and powerful suckery. “YOU KICKED MAAAA FACEEEE!”

Tommy got up onto his knees, grabbing his very red and sore penis with one hand.

“You were tearing it apart...” he sobbed. “What in the holy tarnation is happening to you...?! You are... changing...!

“No shiiiiiit genius! Tiiiiish is your fault! Your goddamn fault!”

“Why do you have a tube in your ass?!”

“Isn’t it obivouuuush?! You damn ididididiiiioot!”

“NO!”

“HEEEEEEEELP MEEEEEERGHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAAAARGH!”

Floating helplessly in the middle of the pool the changes ramped up, ravaging Umiko’s human shape. Her bones cracked loudly and her limbs contorted against her will. She couldn’t stop it, she couldn’t stop her long legs bending backward all the way so her feet ended up on her shoulder blades, nor her torso and belly from bursting forward boxing up into a square like shape.

Slowly her flesh became white plastic. She stretched her hand, trying to reach land, only to witness her fingers shifting backwards, losing her wedding ring and rounding up.

Skin merged with skin, flesh with flesh, her capacity for movement going from a struggle to an impossibility.

Ruined, squeezed, compressed, humiliated... horny...

“HEEEEEELPPPPPFFHHHHH!”

Dogs barked in the distance.

Tommy stared from the edge of the pool with an open mouth.

It didn’t make sense, it couldn’t and never would... no matter how terrifyingly fitting it seemed...

But he couldn’t deny what his eyes saw.

How Umiko’s widened plastic pussy grew some sort of rolling machinery, how the wheels formed at her sides from her arms, the handles on top of the squared form made from what were once legs, how her neck receded inside that misshapen torso despite how hard she shook her almost bald head.

How his dear wife was seemingly transforming into a compact pool cleaning machine.

Barely able to move anymore, Umiko spun her wheels, sucked harder with her cunt, stuck her tongue out of her frontal sucking tube. More a thing than a person she screamed out her frustration, she cursed and blasphemed with all the strength of her lungs despite not having lungs anymore.

“Tommmyyyy...” she groaned. “Toooommmmmyyyy!”

Tommy blinked out of his trance, he would think he was in a nightmare if his penis didn’t hurt so bad. The bizarre scene in front of him, the machine floating in the middle of the pool on which remained his wife’s fantastic breasts and some of her face.

“B-Babe...?” he babbled.

Umiko knew, despite how much she hated it, that this might very well be her last chance to talk, to speak, her last human words, and if her whole future was just mindlessly sucking dirt with her mouth and her cunt there was one thing she need to scream out of her heart to be, at least a tiny bit, content with her sorry fate.

“Yourrrrrr arrrrrre a morrrrrrooooon! Yourrrrr pooooolllllll is ugly as shhhhhiit! I don’t want... I don’t want...! I DON’T WANTTTTT TO CLEAN YOUR DISGUSTING POOL!”

Her husband’s mouth opened and closed.

“It’s... It’s fine, you don’t have to clean it... really, I... I will do it...” he muttered.

Her breasts started to shrink, on what was left of Umiko’s forehead a series of letters and number appeared: Um1-k0-Xh

Tommy would swear that the frontal tube of the pool cleaner smirked.

Umiko’s last shout echoed from her hollow insides with horny anger.

“LIAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGLLLlllllll....!”

Her voice wasn’t only silenced by the changes, but because her body then sank.

Her husband watched as the thing slowly, almost gracefully, was dragged down by its own weight until as it reached the bottom almost every single trace of the woman it once was was erased.

Bubbles.

Lots of bubbles that reached the surface and exploded.

And just like that the metamorphosis was over.

Tommy was sweating and shivering, his dick still throbbing in pain, but for some reason wanting very badly to harden despite that pain, he approached the edge of the water.

Even though it was blurry he could see the pool cleaning machine down there, it would be hard to tell that just a few instants ago it was an incredibly hot woman, just small details, too insignificant to mean anything without context.

The white plastic of one of the handles was covered in marks that remind him of Umiko’s leg tattoo, the bumps at the end of the handles, the part resting on the back of the device, vaguely remind him of feet and toes. The faint curve of the ass... two decorative bumps that look like nipples on it’s flat front surface...

On the surface of the water floated Umiko’s bikini bottoms and her lush hair.

A few extra bubbles came out of the machine and startled Tommy. The vacuum's long connected tube shook and the thing came back to inanimate life. 

Clumsily at first it bounced a couple of times and then began to mindlessly roll around the pool’s bottom. Sucking at random with it’s long frontal tube, perfectly aimed down, and it’s wide back roller.

The husband sniffed, his mind blank as he saw the vacuuming robot pass over his wife’s wedding ring and the jewelry that he had given to her at the last dinner they had shared together, the machine swallowed them with ease and kept rolling aimlessly to another corner of the pool.

His aching brain wondered if there might be any way to still use that handy gizmo for blow jobs...

The opera of the summer cicadas had become a noisily blasting orgy.