Burn Baby Burn(Lighter to Burnice) (Patreon)

“Hey Liiiiighter I’ve got a special new surprise for ya! Well well want to give it a try?!”

Lighter tried not to let any lady down when they had such a pure smile on their face, which was why he was trying to find the right words to politely decline when he saw the bubbling yellow mix that smelled like everclear in a candy store. While he had tried to be the gentleman for all of Burnice’s experiments, for the safety of himself and avoiding medical costs that’d send him back into the ring, he often found the minimal pivot shift to be the best approach.

“Well that looks interesting but you should save the new mixes for the new arrivals. I’m an old dog already so no new tricks needed for me. That stuff is for drinking right?” “It is! But I really made sure to make it for anything! It’s my ultimate fuel combo! Really this stuff’s just the backup and I bought plenty of-”

Her mouth usually ran at top speeds once she got going, Lighter nodding along as she pointed to various jugs and gourds, only sure that there was no way he was drinking that stuff, but at least she was excited to talk about it. After giving her a few minutes of stuff he could barely follow but pretended he understood, nucleopeptides, capsaicin, some kind of sweat based grease, he decided it was about time to make his exit.

“And Grace was so so helpful on all the ways you can adjust things and it turns out we have a ton in common and so I really-” “That all sounds lovely but I’ve got a big rumble out with a rival gang coming up and I’m the type that has a routine before I head out there. Sorry little lady but this one glove’s enough for as is.” He went to do a quick snap of his spark, igniting the end of his toothpick as his usual cool looking exit from a conversation, only to see Burnice suddenly hop back excitedly.

“Hehe I know that’s why I replaced the fuel tank last night while you were sleeping! Now let’s see some sparks really-”

BOOOOOOM!!!

There wasn’t even time to react, Lighter so habituated to his flourishes with Spark that his fingers were already mid snap by the time Burnice had done her hop backs, neither of them prepared for the gigantic explosion as his entire device shattered to pieces. There was a sizzling sound as the fuel tank burst, flaming liquids splashing over Lighter as his leather jacket gained a fiery outline like one of Burnice’s flaming shots except his entire body seemed to be splashed in the ultra flammable, highly concentrated fluids. Burnice was drooling at the immediate sight of her new fuel’s overperformance, at least till she remembered Lighter was the one being toasted instead of a marshmallow as she ran to help, various jugs flailing and leaking as she ran. Lighter tore at his flaming clothing, admittedly freaking out over the sizzling noises as he felt the heat licking across his upper torso, yet instead of pain there was an almost ticklish bend to the sensation? Well as long as he rolled a bit it shouldn’t-

“Oh no oh no here I’ll help put it out I brought some water!” “WAIT DON’T-”

In her panic, the list of what not to do for grease and alcohol fires went out the window as she undid one of the stoppers to her chaotically gathered trail of containers, soaking Lighter completely as he went up in flames. There was a loud whoosh as oxygen and water spread the combustible concoction, a shot’s worth of burning fuel landing in his open mouth as his warning got cut short by a ball of flames coating the back of his throat. Going back to his younger years, Lighter immediately stop, dropped and rolled, trying to snuff out the flaming aura around as he tore at his clothing, Burnice freaking out and apologizing and also glancing at the bizarrely pretty gold flames, only pausing once she noticed something odd.

Sure Lighter was tearing at his clothing, but there was an odd consistency to what was actually ripping and what was melting back down as if his clothes were ice cubes in the sun. His hands had no luck tearing away any of the top stuff but around his waist his leather jacket was tearing apart like tissue paper, black strands fluttering and melting into puddles of liquid leather all around, his flailing legs causing rips to appear in his sizzling pants in a suspiciously mid thigh sized. Even his scarf was crisping away, the smell of burning hair and something sweet following as flaming red bits fluttered onto his jacket sleeves, ringing around the exposed gaps, the scarf itself wrapping tighter as if the fire was making it contract as she watched him form a cloud of dust with his rolling. 

“Nnnngh…”

It was hard to talk, the flaming ball thoroughly burning down his throat and settling like a burning lump of coal in his stomach, Lighter grunting through the burnt, charred discomfort, his entire body still tingling from the bath of chemicals, the top layer of skin firmly charred like a spit roasted pig. Somehow the pain wasn’t too bad beyond some general scuffs and his outfit being ruined, but the smoke from the still burning coal was constantly leaving a trail of smoke out his mouth, eyes watering as embers of a different color began to spark, but beyond any of that was the itching. His fingers ran across his body, gloves peeling off as his nails sharpened to claw at his cracked dermis, scratching and peeling as he groaned.

“Oh wow are you okay? Do those bits usually get stiff when this kind of thing happens? Wow that sounds like when you crack some crunchy chicken and ooh~ did I create a new kind of nitro skincare routine?”

Burnice’s chirpy reactions weren’t making it to Lighter, though she was enjoying the show, all her fear replaced with hyper curiosity as the discrepancies started to form a clearer picture. What for most would be a horrifying display as reddened skin puckered and popped away, all Burnice could focus on was how creamy and pale it looked, familiar almost. And even more fun were the weird noises Lighter was making as his half split jeans had their final seams rip, Burnice actually whistling as his cock tented a fluttering curtain of cloth with shed diamonds of burning scarf imprinting to the fabric. 

“Mmgh nnngh ahhh~!”

Even she was blushing a bit from the noises he was making, not able to remember a time Lighter had lost his cool like this, though for Lighter the only way to gain the cool back was by scratching and peeling, the crisp layers cleanly crumbling to dust and tugging out all sorts of scorched hair and scarring, leaving behind a sweaty layer of tender, gleaming flesh, muscles rippling and marbled from the heat inside his core as each dig of his fingers squeezed his meaty fingers into much daintier, slender forms. Everything felt so tight from the shrunken squeeze of his clothes to the damp skin bristling and itching under his old patches, the itch so bad it almost felt like feathers all over his body being swiped across bared nerves as he tried to laugh, only to cough instead from his smoke wracked throat.

Vaguely he became aware of Burnice’s excited murmuring, unsure what she was saying but the awareness he was being watched stopped his full body groping just as he was about to paw at his crotch, Lighter trying not to think about how needy it felt, veins throbbing as his hands clenched till their girth grinded down to daintiness. He shook his head hoping that’d clear it, its color raining down like some kind of ash as with a shake, his black locks fluffed into blonde, tufts lightly tugging at his scalp in a way that felt like a subconscious scrubbing, that ticklish torture squirming deeper down his scalp as if Burnice would really care that he was being a perv. Just touch it and make that tightness burst! C’mon do it do it do-

He couldn’t see it from his bound up squirming position, self control fighting this growing out of character buzz, but Burnice could, all sorts of cool shifts and sizzling pops keeping her eyes darting all over. A nipple making a juicy sizzle as it poked against his changed shirt, an ashy blonde lock tugging his head around as he groaned, smoke pouring out his lips every time he opened his mouth as the chapped cracks peeled away the thin flesh for something thicker and pouty. While she could tell that something strange was happening, she couldn’t quite place what was happening till his glasses warped, some of the smoke from his mouth caking onto the dark lenses as they shimmered to a familiar bright orange, the frames cracking as they went from basic semicircles to much cooler trapezoids, even the legs taking on some of the gold of his new hair as Lighter’s back bridged upwards, his hips swinging side to side as it seemed like he was really struggling.

The crisp skin of his cock was just begging for a hand to grab it and pull, his horny thrusts making him feel like a beast, Lighter trying to keep it restrained and not ruin the image of the Sons of Calydon. And yet the tightness kept squeezing, tender flesh rippling as the smooth skin hissed against internal muscle, the puddles of sweat winnowing away the muscle in his arms and shoulders as the tight sleeves and near skintight fabric wrung him slimmer. With every full bodied throb came an even deeper burn behind his cock, the heat in his stomach like a combustion engine building pressure, smoky tendrils continuing to coat his cracked throat as ravines dug into his Adam’s Apple, groans cracking to something alien and bubbly as despite it all, he couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his lips, bones clicking as beyond the boiling in his guts was a pleasure burning and burning and burning and and-

“AHHHHHHHHN~ KFF AHHGH G-GUHHHNAAAA~?”

As if responding to all that tension, two opposing tugs pulled out his blonde locks into ponytails, the scent of gasoline, alcohol and spice wafting up his nose, making it wriggle as the entire thing slammed into his head, knocking his glasses up as he gave a distressingly girlish squeak, shoulders shimmying back as the ticklish waves scrunched them tighter. Like a rock caught in a campfire, his spine gave a loud POP making him wince, ash coated lashes looking thicker as the internal smoke continued to ignite reddish embers in his pupils, the jelly slow cooked as the bubbling eyes gradually slid around to warp his sockets. He tried to stifle his groans but his teeth kept chattering, his dental records unable to survive this burning change as his creased brow split and squeezed around his head as the boiling in his crotch climbed to an inferno.

“AHHHHNGH MY CRAHHHHHTCH IS AHHHN F-FIIIIRE~! P-PUHHHT IT OOOOOUGH~!”

The word fire instantly got Burnice’s attention, her eyes moving towards Lighter’s erection half expecting some kind of bizarre flame hovering out the tip like a novelty toy. Instead it was just a red, cracked tube that was making crispy noises like a deep fryer on high, a disappointed look flashing by as without any reservation a finger went to poke the offending thing.

“Fire?! Where’s the fire? It's just a bit red! I thought there’d be more-” She tapped it, her words cut off by an ear piercing scream as Lighter’s balls clenched, the fluid that had seeped into his very visceral bubbling inside his balls as the skin popped off around Burnice’s probing nail, the chill air making the exposed nerves cause his textured innards to rub together till a spark set the whole thing off.

“OHHHH OHHH GOD OHHHH GAAAAWD OHGAWD OHGAWDOHGAHOHGAAAAA~?!”

Burnice got her show, jumping back as his cock erupted in a giant flame, muscle and bulk being eroded as fuel as greasy offshoots melted into his groin, his arms shedding years of muscle for bouncy fat as his streaked eyes were captured by the flame, the reds and oranges burning their shade into his widened gaze as the raw heat melted down the matured countenance of his features. It was just so beautiful and hot and amazing and ehe it was like the flames were a part of her which-meant-she-was-her-own-fuel-exploding-into-pretty-burning- Burnice could only watch as Bighter’s face melted into hers, his pale, gleaming body smelling of gas and oil as his former scarf popped his bulge inside, a warbled copy of her voice squealing out as the top third of his cock melted inwards, waxy flesh bubbling and slipping inside his compacting cock.

There was only so much his mind could process, the sight of his cock turned into a candly flamethrower horrifying yet the pretty colors and roaring heat were so mesmerizing and orgasmic it was barely registering, a saddened whine leaving his lips when the release finished and the blazing flames sputtered out. Yet as the heart thumping bursts of adrenaline slowed down some degree of reality returned, Bighte shrieking or at least trying to as he stared at the misshapen lump of flesh that was his cock, the middle bulging from inserted flesh which made the involuntary throbs of it really get her engines going! What? No no this was all wrong, his head feeling wrong as if thoughts-were-moving-faster-than-her-mind-could-

He coughed as his airier voice still had a growl to it like well used vinyl records, the constant smoke inhalation tarring his thinner neck inside, flesh waiting to peel and give him a familiar pixie tone as the dryness was almost a nice distraction from the pleasure. Almost. It was painful, his throat sizzling as he tried breathing in cooler air, only coughing out smoke as he looked around desperately for anything to stifle the flames inside. His stomach kept gurgling, one hand grasping at it as the muscle felt oddly pliable, a nauseating bubbling following as his core felt like asphalt in the summer heat.

There was barely any processing, no thought to why his stomach was bared or the unfamiliar squeeze of an outfit, his shrunken arms removing most of the discomfort as he noticed one of Burnice’s fallen jugs detached from her collection, the same kind she had tossed on him to try and put him out as every cell in his body except the fun ones that wanted-something-spicy craved water.

“’s fuuuuue!”

There’d be time to think later, all the weird sensations, the odd thoughts, even Burnice’s voice yelling words he couldn’t focus on all backgrounded as he unstoppered the top, nearly manic as he dragged it to his lips, ready for the cool refreshing taste, the bright yellow color, the eye watering, nose flaring pungency of her newest-most-efficient-fuel-for-all- Huh? Did water usually glow or taste… spicy? And he swore it was like Burnice’s voice kept popping up in his head making it impossible to-

“eeeey~ Lighter that’s-”

Yeah like that. And it was loud. What was it trying to- “Lighter! Is it tasty come ooooon~! Almost no one drinks my fuel and you keep moaning so it must be awesome right?!”

Fuel? Yeah it’d be super awesome if more people-tried-their-utlra-deluxe-delicious~ delicious… no didn’t he need water? Time slowed, Bighte finally aware of the pungent glowing fuel he had just downed, burning as it spilled down his throat, tracing a fiery line through his esophagus before all that combustible material splashed into his stomach with a loud hiss. What followed was something so beyond conception and scale that not even the chunks of super charged Burnice in his head could keep track of what followed once it all ignited.

Burnice was in awe, a giant blue flame bursting out her identical head like some kind of dragon as his core cartoonishly swelled, an equally potent spray of fuel laden cum splashing down his thighs as his skeleton shattered. It looked like a double fireworks display, the glowing fluids sparkling in all the colors of the rainbow like leaking gas in a puddle. In moments her fuel surged into every crack, mitosis supercharged, Bighce’s brain rattling around like the smallest car at a demolition derby as the burning mass fled to the highest points it could, which with his arched spine and dirt dug in head just happened to be the two throbbing nipples bridged up high, his firm pecs already partially melted leaving the perfect gaps for it all to slip into.

BLLLBOOOSH BLOOOSH FLWOOOOMPH SLOSH~

He couldn’t even scream, half his body weight combusting as the vacuum imploded his core right into his middle, thin slooping curves erupting out in a series of fatty explosions, an internal fireworks finale battering under both nipples as two breasts bombastically bursted outwards. And it felt so good, two new tender spots bombarding his skull, Birghce’s thoughts a mess as they rattled and slapped together, rolling about like the rest of his body as more fat burst and sizzled inside. Each growth was its own kickback, his heart squashed by the burning weight, each outwards swell followed by an equally brutal slap that pressed against his lungs, breathy wheezes all he could manage as ribs broke under their hefty bulk, more hypercharged healing doing its best to keep him going as each round of breakages sent them swiveling inwards tighter and tighter.

Burnice was cheering on the entire display, forgetting the more horrifying implications of what might be happening inside Lighter as she watched her fellow member truly get the fuel change to end all fuel changes. It was an incredible show, his cock half exhaust pipe and half spigot, sometimes even a burner when sparks of need lit flecks of the sparkly cum as waste and smoke joined the exodus from his constantly cumming groin. When it finally finished, Birghce looked utterly exhausted, every inch of his body covered in sweat and oil as he pawed at the unfamiliar weight on his chest. He was still trying to regain his bearings, confused why he was wearing Burnice’s ultra-fashionable-and-sexy-practical-uniform-for-their-resident-mixologist~! He didn’t even have the energy to fight the other thoughts, meekly moaning in a tone that felt way too mature for Burnice’s bubbly voice, his entire lower view now swallowed by a kickass pair of tits.

The pulled back fabric from his peek downwards slipped from his sweaty fingers, causing it to slap against his nipples as an amazing-awesome-so-incredible-burning rush of feelings rippled outwards. His stomach was still recovering from the kickback of ignition, the whole thing gushing heat till his insides felt like they were melting which-clearly-meant-room-for-improvement-for-her-next- He collapsed backwards, moaning helplessly as the heat poured into his prostate, navel visibly bubbling as heat tried to escape, his half inverted cock a mess of exposed pleasure nerves and crumpled tissue as it smeared more fuel against the skirt. Worst of all was the smoke billowing up from his reworking innards, no longer coating his throat but billowing higher, his gag reflex greatly reduced as the lack of coughing made it billow up to his naval cavity, pooling to the roof of his skull as ashy heat curled through his brain.

“Wow wow I can’t believe my newest fuel is so effective and you’re still a okay! Well maybe not A but who cares about school grades when it’s so hot! Mmm~ I never knew a body could turn into a burner did it feel good? You kept moaning and giggling like me Lighter which is such a difference from- Wait are you still Lighter? Huh I only just realized you might be changing internally too. Oh well we can figure that out later but that fire show was-”

Birghce was getting double teamed with Burnice’s incredibly-genius-proprietary-Sons-of-Calydon-sociability that after so many years of guilt and burdens f-felt soooo~ nice to just-let-her-fuel-burn-away-all-her-troubles~! Deep in his gut he could feel the bubbling organs warping under heat, unable to cum much more than a greasy mix of fluids as it felt like a fuel injector was slowly plunging its spray tip towards his cock.

There were so many thoughts trying to reinforce who he was, yet Burghce could barely string them together with so much smoke clouding everything, Burnice’s chipper excitement infectious as the pleasure was throwing every mood-runining-buzzkill-of-a thought into the blaze, all of it further fuel for the flaming changes burning into his irises. Being cool was-nothing-compared-to-the-fire inside, drinks and combustibles replacing years of fighting, his thighs spreading open as the heat spread into his lower half. Like his mind, his balls were melting into the fire, fuel for his forming oven as the flesh spread apart, honor and dignity spewing out alongside his guilt as the pleasure only climbed. There was all this responsibility he was supposed to hold onto b-but it-was-really-killing-the-vibe-and-she-was-supposed-to-get-along-with-anyone-not-just-stand-around-and-and-

POP

“OOOH OOoooh~ hehe ahh~ th-this is baaaad~?”

All the logical reasons to resist felt so boooooring~ and the layers of ash were really adding a nice jalepeno burn to even the act of thinking, smoke trailing out of his ears as more and more of his mind was giving into just how-incredibly-awesome-it-felt-to-be-so-outgoing-and-live-in-the-moment-and-was-she-cumming-it-felt-like-she-was-really-cumming-her-brains-out-out-out-

“OHHHCRAPOHCRAPOHHHYEEEEAAAH~?”

The cum cooled off his forming slit, walls of partially melted flesh suddenly rubbing together, his stubby cock sliding back as it barely tented his skirt as her new estrogen injectors flooded his rear with nitro-fuel. There were these still struggling bits inside that were yapping about not enjoying this yet the pleasure of letting it all burn away and seeing how far this could go kept winning. When her hand wrapped around another of Burnice’s bottles, she knew it wasn’t water, but didn’t care. Because all she wanted to do was see the rest of her new self burnburnburnburnburn~!

Burnice whistled seeing her near twin pick up some repackaged Everclear, such high proofage probably a bad idea with all the other things going on in ‘his’ body, but then again when’d she ever let common sense get her down? At this point things were way past the point of return and she wanted to see how explosive a finale ‘he’ could give her. Things were a lot simpler for Burgice, her thoughts drowned in lighter fluid, her body shimmering with oil slick, that throbbing poor excuse for a cock long past its use by date even if she forgot about those pretty often. All that mattered was she wanted a drink, she wanted to cum and most of all she wanted to feel the burn as she guzzled down two shots before upending the rest on her crotch.

“AGH AHHH~ HOT HOT HAAAAWT~!”

It was really hard not flinching, Burgice struggling to keep her eyes in a teared up wince as the liquids hissed, the walls of her throbbing cock grinding together tightly like a flint on stone, the slowly shrinking thing feeling like a literal cocktail as it was grinded, stirred and swirled about. Amidst all that rough mix of scraping and thrusting, a single spark popped from her grinding genitalia, all that expelled waste finally getting a purpose as her entire lower half burst into flames. Despite the horrific sight, all she could do was screech in ecstasy, the heat bathing her childlike glee as her calves and feet melted down, thick blocky shapes burning away as the fire embraced her truest self, her oven blasting out loads of flaming fluids as her cock went like ice cream left in the outer ring dust, something just minutes ago she’d be begging to keep just fuel for the burning pleasure overtaking everything else.

SCHLICK~

The moment it finally popped inside was like a triple energy shot, that incredible heat finally able to exit as a wave of heat boiled her tip into a clit, searing it to her insides as bubbly noises of pure happiness exited the once stoic man’s drooling mouth. One last spark ignited the last of the spiked nitro-fuel inside her womb, fully splitting her hips to their widest load, ass cheeks hopping her up and down as it felt like a reward for letting her old self be burnt away to a gleeful crisp. The tongues of flame licked up every system, burning off every last trace of the fuel until it rammed up her brain, her ear canals and throat becoming flamethrowers as the maturity left in her head melted to a much simpler, joyful pyrophilia. There was no attempt to look cool at all, one hand clenched in the sand, the other shamelessly pawing one of her tightly bound breasts, legs kicking as their shed mass all pooled into her thighs and ass as her own torrential orgasm put out the flames fucking her into submission.

“WOOOO You did it sis! That was awesome!”

Burnice congratulated her new twin’s finale, admittedly kind of jealous and rubbing her own thighs together after seeing another her be basically burnt alive and be completely fine, not a trace of the fire left on her outfit save for a bit of extra tightness to the leather squeezing her thighs, her giggling twin way cooler than who she used to be in her mind. Sure they’d have to explain the gauntlet and apologize, but it wasn’t their fault their new combo was too powerful to be contained! In fact both of the Burnice’s giggled as they stared into each other’s eyes, the new one still rubbing herself all over, eager to use her new body to the fullest as they both knew what the other was thinking.

“Ahhh~ sis seeing someone burst into flames-”

“And love it.”

“And become super duper efficient and compatible!”

“It’s the best!”

“The hottest!”

“And it’s a surefire way no one can resist our invitations to join too!”

The two girls could already see so many of their attempted recruits burning away all that silly resistance away, their numbers growing, just a shot probably enough to make anyone join the Sons of Calydon. There was just one problem.

“Is it really Sons if they all turn into girls?”

“Yeah but daughters is slower to say. I don’t wanna change it.”

“Ooh ooh good point!”

Any moral issues or wider existential questions weren’t even considered, just the thought of how soon they could see such an amazing show happen again and again, Burnice’s newest special about to really swell the ranks of their biker gang until all of New Eridu felt the Burn…