Tanked or Served

In a colossal club, that no-one intended to return from, in the comfort of an apartment within one of the dedicated housing wings, a couple lay in bed together. Groggy, drowsy. Still not quite awake, for their big day. Well, one of them was. The other was already wide awake and cheeky as she was, crawled square on top of the other. Skin against skin, no fabric to separate it, both tucked under the warm blanket together.

Traia wrapped her arms under her lover Marcey, played with those short, silky strands of red hair on her neck and planted kisses on her lips, while wiggling parts of her body. Marcey kept her eyes closed, but the tired shifting of her body and her disapproving moan, told Traia that she had woken her up.

She wasn't patient. It was already morning. She messed with her sister with an increasing intensity, until she gave in and got up. And it was their big day. There was no reason to stall. When Traia managed to pull her still dizzy sister off the bed, they both knew it was time. Holding hands on their way, they returned to a place they had been to five years ago. Five years ago wasn't the time they entered Inferno. It was was just the first time they decided to take the risk of calling it, to undergo a deeper physical bond than their relationship with each other.

It was their fifth anniversary. Not their actual anniversary, but the anniversary of them becoming Traia and Marcey. When they first came here, their names weren't Traia and Marcey. They were Tracey and Maria.  Even back when they did, they did so as twins. inseparable twin sisters. Naturally, they brought their boyfriends along. They were close enough as it was, but they still had separate love lives. Then, after their conversion, they became each other's love lives.

In all of their years here, there was not one waking hour when they weren't making out, fingering each other, eating each other out, feverishly mashing into each other, trying out many of the uncountable kinky fetishes this place offered you to, they couldn't get enough of each other.

And this had gone on for a lot longer than five years, too. Their hyperactive sex life in this artificial realm of lust had lasted for decades. They had seen everything, done everything, tried everything, at least everything that wasn't permanent. Or at least had the chance to be. That was the next kick they had gone for.

Tracey and Maria had used the notorious 'Vat' to merge their bodies with each other completely and took slim chance at two decades of bliss, just for the extra thrill they got out of the much higher chance of becoming dinner for a few friends. They weren't lucky to get the former, but a friend of theirs prevented the latter by having them remade as two new girls, each half made out of Tracey and half out of Maria. That was why they were called Traia and Marcey.

They had gone to the place Traia and Marcey were headed to again right now. Like all trips, it only took one elevator ride, and they arrived in one of the places you got to, when you dialed for 'Vore' and the number they added.








They came into a small, old-fashioned diner with a square pattern on the floor tables arranged where there was space for them, tall chairs along the counter and and booths lining the lengthy windows left and right from the entrance. It was a room like all rooms in inferno, cut off from any possible outside world and only connected through the elevator that led them straight through what would have been the front door. The windows were there, but they were just for show. In fact in the light of the lighting rods hanging off the ceiling, you could see natural rock walls surrounding the diner, little more than a dozen inches away from the windows.

Girls, all of them familiar faces, completely nude just like they were, sat in groups of two and three, spread all across it. There were lots of vore, some bigger halls, some something small and comfortable like this one. This one in particular was the same one they used to hang out in. A blonde girl got up the moment she saw them and kissed both on the lips.

"Hey, girls! You haven't been here in like forever." She was soon followed by all the others. When all the campy little greeting kisses and squees were had, the twins went on to the counter. The counter was open to walk through, and the reason was a pillar that reached to the ceiling. On it was a touchscreen, on which Marcey dialed a few things. "So you here to hang out again?"

"No." Traia and Marcey used to hang out here. Despite what this place, most of the time, there wasn't anyone eating each other in here. The twins used to come here regularly for some fast food and for exchanging stories on what fetishes they've been acting out and gossiping on which girl was trying out what or if that happened, which girl started or ended relationships with which or which ones cheated on each other. But they weren't here for that, so Traia ran her arm around her sister and pulled her onto herself, hip to hip. "We're here to hit the chance button. See if we get tanked."

Understandably, the girls gasped and Valery, the blond girl, followed them behind the counter. "You sure? You already didn't make it last time. What if you get served instead? If you're not lucky, there's no going back. You don't know if you'll make it until it's too late." Panels in the floor slid aside and made way for a tub, big enough to fit both twins. This was where they were going.
Traia bit her lip and flashed her a cheeky grin. "Isn't that half the fun?"

When something occurred to Valery, she folded up her arms. "Wait...you're not banking on me helping you brute force your way into getting tanked, right? I bailed you out last time because I thought it was funny. If no-one else does it this time, you're just fucked."

Traia and Marcey exchanged a kiss, and broke it with a purposeful smack. "We were okay with last time. We are now, too."
Now with a more sultry look, the blonde came closer and gazed into Traia's brown eyes with her own. "Don't think I'll feel bad when it happens." In a more flirtatious manner, she nudged her chest against Traia's, Held her by the shoulder on one side push her sister out of the way and brought Traia's face closer for a soft kiss. "First thing I do is I'll order a cup of you two, and I'm gonna love every drop."

Traia held her in place to pull her back into their kiss slide her tongue in to deepen it, bring it back to the intimacy they shared so many times here. "I'm looking forward to it."

With their goodbye kiss concluded, they separated. Now Traia was horny all over again. And that was perfectly timed, too.
Carefully, Traia led her sister into the tub. They were ready. They knew the risks, they knew the odds. They knew full well that getting tanked was less likely to happen than it was not to. But they didn't care. They were in for whatever would happen. They just wanted to feel it again. They just wanted to feel the way the vat made you feel.

And having each other every day, all day, they already were in heaven. But getting blended together with the girl you loved the way it achieved it, made it all the better.

As they lay inside, the walls of the tub began to rise and from the top of one of them, a solid glass surface began to extend to cover the top, trapping them inside. As soon as the machine was ready, they interrupted their lovemaking, exchanged loving glances, giggling, chuckling, anticipating what was coming. They only briefly stopped to glance at the console on the inside of the tub's wall, let go of each other to reach for the big red button on the right side, and press it.

Causing the machine built into the floor and the back room of the diner, to announce with shrill beeping sounds, that whoever was inside had hit the 'Chance' button.

They long knew each other's bodies off by heart. Marcey had explored every milimetre of her sister's toes using only her own, every inch of her belly around her belly button, with only her own, felt up her breasts using only her own enough to know every fold and every imperfection. Her hands had full freedom to hold Traia's back and hold her neck in place by the back, playing with that little curled string of loose hair above it while she did.

All while plunging her tongue down the much-familiar depths. Tasting the delightful dew within. And reveling with every little thing in the knowledge, that it made Traia feel as wonderful as her.

Not long after the machine sealed itself shut, it already began. Her sister's touch sent currents through her as it was. But now she felt that anticipated tingle slowly rise on all of her skin. She humped Traia's right thigh until she came, and the tingle on all her skin felt like an extended afterglow. But that wasn't what it was, and it didn't settle. The pleasing warmth took hold in every inch of her body, down to her little toes, and only grew in intensity.

As the growing, ceaseless pleasure engulfed her body and rendered her a little more numb to the pleasures of her twin's touch, she felt her sister's body become a little more malleable. Her fingers burying themselves in her skin could sink a little deeper, as did Traia's on her back. At first, it didn't take away from the passion between them. But when she thought she was about to grind herself into another climax, the climax came a little earlier than expected, and with more intensity. Enough for her to lose her breath and break her kiss.

And when they stopped, still damp and reddened, she realized her orgasm wasn't stopping, and it wasn't a regular orgasm. It came from her elbow. Still with deep, hearty breaths, she raised her elbow to discover a slow but continuous stream of a thick, slimy substance with the colour and texture of her own skin trail down onto her sister's shoulder.

It had begun. And it wasn't a secretion she was just 'losing'. She could feel its movements down to feeling Traia's skin through it. Her body was losing its consistency and dripping onto Traia. Her smiling sister tilted her head to coat her face in the slime, caught a drop of it with her tongue, and then pulled Marcey closer to resume their kiss.

It wasn't long until Traia's left waist began spilling out onto the wall and the floor as well. In both cases it looked as if they were just emitting it and staying intact. But that was because their liquid form was less dense and filled up much more volume than their solid form. And it didn't stay at one point either. Soon, they felt the same non-stop orgasm twofold, starting at a second. As she knelt in a puddle of her own and Traia's body, she could feel her own touch through the puddle, she could feel Traia's, and she could feel the two of them mixing together.

Marcey could feel the changes in how when she adjusted her head even slightly, parts of her lips were stuck onto Traia's, and merely stretched to follow her movements like knead. Their mouths were already fused together. When caressing her tongue with her own a little more strongly, a a piece of it stuck to her sister's. And likewise, whenever they licked each other, she could feel and taste her. It was like two melting ice cream cones, competing over which could lick up the other first.

As so much of them had run off for the puddle they made to fill the width of the vat, and the them-levels rose, her legs sank into Traia's, her right hand, previously caressing her back, dove quite a bit into it and her. And with both their jaws becoming softer and more malleable, the moaning sisters were able to deepen their kiss in far from normal capacities. What of their tongues they still had, when pressed together, stuck together. Their tongues fused into one, their mouths blended together and soon, so did the rest of their heads.

The ceaseless stream of orgasmic pleasure that previously only sprouted its roots in their arms, legs and torso, began to overtake their heads as well. As more and more of their bodies ran down them in drops and streams, they let loose pressing into each other. Blurring together into an amorphous blob feeling only each other, happiness  over feeling each other, and an orgasmic high throughout the liquid that filled the container, that surpassed anything that was possible in any other way.

They had spent years looking for anything comparable, and they didn't. So they hadn't hesitated to take this chance.  Even only a few minutes like this, were worth everything in the world.








The girls watched in awe as the twins melted, filling the tub with skin-coloured liquid flesh, until even the more solid parts of their form blended together into one single mass. Impossible to discern where Traia ended and Marcey began. And they would only get mixed together more thoroughly from here. From the ceiling above, the rods of a blender made to fit into this lengthy tub for two, extended itself down into it, past the glass that parted and retracted itself to make way for it.

In smooth and even motions, the mixer and all the little movable elements it composed of, began blending together the slimy substance. Though 'substance' failed to put aptly what had become of them. They weren't reduced to just some 'material'. In this evened out, increasingly homogenized mass, Traia and Marcey were still in there.

The machine had melted them into the most basic form post-conversion girls could take on here. Liquid, sentient flesh. Stripped of any and all senses, incapable of thinking or feeling anything except a single, never-ending orgasm, stronger than any and all orgasms you could experience anywhere else.

But aside from that, still very much alive and their consciousness was spread across every drop.
By design, being reduced to this form felt so good, that girls were willing to risk their lives, just for a slim chance at being kept in this form, stored in nutritional gel inside a tank, for twenty years. That was what being lucky and getting 'Tanked' meant, when you chose to hit the 'Chance' button.

And now, on a display looming at the top of the pillar the outside console was on, the word 'Chance' flashed on a blue background. Continuously flashing for two solid minutes as the machine finished up blending the twins' melted bodies together. It took its time deciding what would happen on purpose, building up tension in the greedy girls. And when the tension was high enough, with a beeping sound, the 'Chance' on blue was replaced with the word 'Served' on a red background. They didn't make it. Again.

And this time, Valery stayed back. After her time limit had lapsed, the panels on the floor of the diner began to make way for the machinery below to bring the tub closer to the counter, line it up with one of the two narrow tables. The blender was gone as well, and as the tub itself rose up, its walls lowered themselves so that there was as little wall getting in the way between the girls and the tub full of twin-goo.

The girls wooed and cheered. It was party time. Anyone that wasn't crowding around the counter with a chair up to this point, came along now. On the displays all over the counter, every girl began ordering what food items or containers they wanted. One ordered spaghetti, another just wanted a glass. Valery stared at the thick, slimy substance. She had warned them, but they wanted the thrill of getting eaten. She shrugged it off. It was what they wanted, so how could she not oblige. She did exactly as she had said. On the choice menu, she ordered a cup, and through a briefly slid-aside panel, she was given a spoon and a hand-sized plastic cup.

Its automatically printed-on lid read 'Traia & Marcey'. One cup of liquefied twins, just as she ordered. With a smirk, she pulled the lid off, scooped up a spoonful of the twins, and ate from them for the first time. She closed her eyes, taking in the sensation when she tasted them for the first time. "Mmmh..wow." She had completely forgotten how indescribably good melted girls tasted. This was the reason why she hung out here on the off-chance that a volunteer or two showed up.

And the sudden tingle between her legs startled her. She forgot what a turn-on the taste was in addition to the taste itself. And she wasn't the only one to be surprised either. It just took the others a little longer. The brunette that had ordered spaghetti, brought her plate closer to the tub, and with the big spoon she asked for, took some of the goop and spread it on her pasta like a sauce.
Another two girls seemed to have figured it out.

One sat on one of the lower chairs with a cup of twins like Valerie's, but instead of scooping it up and eating it like a cup of ice cream, she poured it out over her belly and crotch, covering her pussy in it thoroughly. Another took her up on her offer, got on her knees and crawled over to get in position with her arms wound around her thighs and lick it all up, not letting one drop go to waste.

The only fixed couple left among them, sat on each other's laps, scooping up little balls and putting them in their mouths in-between making out, to add the taste of the girls to that of each other. They were faster to moan and hump each other than the blonde that was getting eaten out.

They used twins' liquid bodies in all kinds of ways. They used them as salad dressing, as sauce to smear on burgers, they filled a bowl with their meat a d ordered nachos, fries, anything you could dip in them. That was one of Valery's favourites. Traia and Marcey made for an excellent dip. And after Valery was finished licking up the remaining residue off her first cup, she straight up ordered a big mug and a wide plastic straw to drink a larger amount of them than a measly ice cream cup.
The more of the twins they ate, the hornier they got.

Those that weren't preoccupied with unhinged sex, eventually ordered a cake, made from the twins. To make that possible, the automated diner had to take a larger amount of the twins and compress it to make the cake solid enough to not just drift apart on the spot. Needless to say, the flesh was more concentrated in cake form than liquid, and by the time they had a piece of that, it took more minutes before Valery intuitively found herself fingering two girls at the same time, suckling on the tit of one of them, and a third girl having latched onto her waist to lap away at her cunt.

Her memory of what happened past that point was a blur. But eventually, as the first girls grew tired, their orgy wasn't cut short, but slowed down, due to the lights turning off and other, darker lights turning on. These were special lights. They didn't do a good job lighting up the place, that wasn't what they were for. But they did make liquid flesh emit an orange glow in the dark.

The first girls to fuck away when it was time to eat up the twins, were the first to get the high from the aphrodisiac out of their system and stop to go on to follow the orange glow wherever it was and thoroughly lick clean every cup, bowl, glass, mug, every surface from tables to chairs, even the empty tub itself, all to make sure not a single drop of the twins' remains was wasted. Not a single smidgen was to be left behind. So that every last bit of the twins went towards their enjoyment.

That went for them though. Valery and the other girls who had ingested more, didn't let this stop them and continued to fuck away in the dark unhindered.

The twins reveled in gambling with their lives at low odds of success. I  a way, they wanted the thrill of being eaten like so many others, and  now they got their wish. They became a fodder to fuel a long night of enjoyment, all while enjoying themselves even more than Valery and the other girls did. They had nothing to regret. What better way to go, was there?