Transparency Infection

Transparency Infection, CH 3

The next morning

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All characters are above the age of 18.

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In the morning, Mary woke first. Looking down in her pajamas, she didn't see anything amiss. Her chest looked normal, her waist looked normal. The only thing that looked different was her left pajama leg looked hollow. She could put weight on her foot but the space between the foot and the pajama leg was empty.

Looking over at Tony in her bed she saw his t-shirt loose around his top, and he too looked normal.

With a sigh, she went into the bathroom and disrobed. Her panties gave definition to her pubic area and legs. Puling them down her legs was odd as the leg-holes formed around her non-visible legs. She could feel them go down her legs until they hit visible skin. She pulled them back up to where the skin wasn't and the panties still had shape. Giving up, she pulled them all the way down and kicked them into a corner. Without a glance she pulled off her top and added it to the pile.

Looking in the sink mirror the reality hit her again. Where her breasts would be was empty and the area behind was fuzzy. Looking down, her torso floated in the mirror. From her vantage point, she couldn't see where her legs were. Rotating around while watching in the mirror it reminded her of movie or tv special effects.

Entering the shower, she turned on the water. In the shower, she washed her hair and watched the soapy water flow down over her breasts. "There's the girls" she thought.

Grabbing the washcloth, she soaped it up and washed. Her breasts took on more definition under the soap. "Still there and looking good." Feeling better she washed lower, seeing the soap show her abs, groin, and flowing down her legs. "Is this how I'm going to check if I get fat?" she wondered as she noted her soapy curves.

Washing her groin, she probed with her fingers the labia area and around her clit. Washing back along her groin she re-cleaned where she rode Tony last night. A pleasant grin formed as she remembered seeing his cock in her. Looking down all she saw was foam on the outside of her skin, showing off her legs. No remaining foam inside, old or new.

A thought came to her. What happened to his cum? There were trace amounts after she cleaned up then back to being see-through. She finished her shower, and toweled off.

With her towel pulled up, she looked in the mirror. Chest looked right, everything looked good. She took her birth-control and went out to get dressed.

Pulling up her panties, the leg-holes passed over her legs, then over the invisible portions, then stopped at her pussy. Without her groin being visible, she gave herself a slight wedgie. In the mirror, she could see through her torso, to the inside of the panty fabric scrunched between her ass cheeks. A quick adjustment and the fabric was smooth and showing her well formed rear, in reverse.

She found whatever fit in her dresser and went out to the kitchen. All the time she was showering and dressing, Tony was passed out on the bed.

Breakfast was simple as she grabbed her tablet.

Later, Tony made an appearance.

"Hello! You were up early." he started

"Yea. I woke up and just didn't feel like laying in bed." she replied around a bagel.

"Can I entice you to come back to bed? Laying optional." Tony asked. She laughed, "I just got dressed. And clean. And you want to dirty me again?"

"I'll help you get clean again. We dirty boys are always ready to help where needed." He said straightening up and leading her to the bedroom.

"All right." she laughed. "I want to check something anyhow."

He looked at her as he lifted her shirt off. "Check something? We did a pretty good job last night." He kissed down her body, starting at her neck and finding her breasts. "I found these again. And they are perfect." He walked around her with his hands massaging her nipples. "Still perky" he nibbled on the back of her neck as she gave a sigh.

She reached back and found his shorts. Sliding down his front, she pulled his shorts and underwear off. His manhood sprung up and he lost contact with her nipples. "No fair," he complained. She turned around and lifted his shirt up in one smooth motion. She reached forward, placing her hands over his chest, feeling for his nipples. Finding them, she started to caress and play with them.

"My turn." she leaned in for a kiss and backed him to the bed. As he lay down, he grabbed her waist and turned her so she was on the bed. "Lets get these off you" he said as he pulled her shorts and panties off. He felt up her leg, over the visible, past the invisible, to her crotch. Placing his hand in between her legs, she let out a brief moan.

"Still wet from shower or..?" he asked.

"Or" she replied, grabbing his hand. She directed his hand between her moist area, along her button. "How are you planning to clean me?"

He propped himself up on an arm and began to feel along where she directed. "Lets find out how dirty you get." He rubbed her clit gently and firmly. While he couldn't see, he was able to feel her get excited.

Mary gave a little moan and laid back. He massaged the area based on her response. His finger pressed forward and an indent showing on his finger-tip for her pleasure button. He felt his hands moving and massaging her folds, but his hand appeared to be moving up and down in the air.

It took him three tries to find her nipple with his mouth. Once he had it, he needily nibbled and gently sucked. One hand propping him up, the other driving Mary mad, and his face planted about 3 inches above her slowly writing body.

With effort, Mary reached down and grabbed his hand from her crotch. "Either you're on top, or I am." she said looking directly at his eyes, down her chest.

He slowly moved over on top of her, feeling for where her legs were. She moved them around so they wrapped around his body. He looked down. He could feel her thighs directing him in, but all he saw was the indent along his body. He looked towards her and slowly moved forward. His cock tip felt thigh. He moved to the side, the tip felt moist. Mary helped direct him forward. His tip felt more moist and slight pressure.

Propping up on one arm, he reached down to where his penis was lined up. He felt her wetness. Her lips. He started to play with her button again. She moaned. His penis lined up and he slowly pushed in. He could feel the lips part. He could feel her warmth and moisture. Glancing, he saw his cock with an outline and wetness. He pushed more. He pulled back. She moaned and gently pulled him with her legs.

"No. You're not going anywhere." she softly said. Her eyes opened, she looked at him. He felt her wiggle a little. He looked at her and smiled. Both hands on the bed, he began to rock forward and back. She rolled slowly side to side. They took their time. He began with gentle kisses, and hers got more passionate and forceful as she exploded. Each time, she loudly moaned. She alternatively placed her arms around his neck to pull him in, or her arms against his empty chest, pushing up and playing with his nipples.

After her largest orgasm yet, he quietly said, "I'm real close."

She nodded, eyes still closed. He slowly began to change his motions. He glanced down and noticed it was completely empty under him. As the orgasm built, the realization hit that he couldn't see his cock. He started to slow down, but her primal urges kicked in. He felt her grind her hips against his. He felt his cock surrounded by her warmth. He felt the movement they both made.

His hips began to move on their own accord and his only thought was, "Later."

He exploded in her.

She arched up and her legs greedily pulled him in. She had another strong orgasm. They both thrust and their lips locked. Tongues moving around. Kisses placed everywhere and no-where. Her hands reaching up and grabbing his chest by reflex as he gently lowered himself down on her. He rested with his clear chest on her mashed breasts. They could only feel the skin contact and it was enough.

After a few minutes, thoughts entered his upper head. He withdrew from her. She moaned and made an attempt to put him back with her legs. He looked down and saw his balls, and an empty space where he knew something important should have been.

Reaching down he felt from his nuts forward. At the start of his shaft, he felt the drying stickiness from both of them. He felt along the shaft to the tender tip. He looked at her. Her eyes were closed and a puddle of his cum was hanging above the bed.

"Mary? I think the infection spread." he said worriedly.

"What?" she lazily asked.

"My cock is invisible. I can't see it. I can feel it. I don't like it." he said stroking the air. "Did the quinine wear off?"

"No. It's what I was looking up while having breakfast." she replied opening her eyes. "One of the things I wanted to check."

"I'm not following." he said still feeling the air as his member started to soften.

"I was curious where your cum went from last night. I got most of it out, but why did it disappear over night? Why don't I see what we ate last night in my stomach or my intestines?

"I went looking to see what happened." she said leaning back on her elbows.

"What?" he asked blankly. "You mean being inside you made my penis invisible?" He sat up and looked at his crotch. His hand around his member about 3 or 4 inches forward and above his nuts. "This is going to make aiming at urinals more interesting."

"It's temporary. "she said re-reassuringly. "At least that's what I read." She sat up, and reached over to his hand. "It should be back in about 10 minutes. Sooner if we get cleaned up."

He stood up off the bed. "All I needed to hear!" He offered a hand. "Shall we?" glancing at the bathroom.

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Later,

"Next time you want to check something, give me a little notice." he said while having coffee in the kitchen. He pulled open his shorts and underwear to glance down. "Mostly back, the edges are fuzzy." Closing his shorts, he looked at her. "How's your half of the experiment?"

She lifted her shirt and checked above her panties. "Still gone. Guess constant contact makes it stay invisible." She looked at him. "Can you take off your shirt?" she asked.

With a grin he replied, "Yes. Did you want to go back to bed?" His shirt came off in a hurry.

"No, I want to see what happens when you eat or drink. You're transparent all the way through."

"Well, that's a lot less attractive then I was expecting." He took a sip of coffee and she watched it go down. The brown liquid appeared just below his neckline, and traveled down his torso. She stepped forward to look down his invisible area, and saw the liquid disappear into a hazy area.

"Looks like your stomach is where your skin is back." she said taking a sip of her own coffee.

"Yea, no." he said putting his shirt back on. "You're usually not into the sciences or bio. You're an art historian."

"Can't mean I'm not curious," she demurred. "Aren't you curious about this?"

"Yes and no. I'm going to wait to see what my doctor says. Why are you checking with Doctor Google anyhow?"

"I've seen Dr Greer look up stuff when I come in. Figured I'd at least get some info ahead of the appointment tomorrow." she said. "Hopefully make it more productive."

"Alright then. Find anything interesting?"

"Yes, actually. The Transparency Infection is one of several that showed up over the last two years. Hair and Flexibility being the other two major ones. All appeared at different points in the world. One of the first cases of Transparency was in England. The Flexibility showed up in Saudi Arabia, and the Hair in South Africa. None are fatal and they all have a very low infection rate."

"Ok." Tony said. "I'll admit I vaguely heard of Transparency, but the others are new to me."

"Same." she commented. "Hair is interesting." She checked her tablet, "The infected person's hair changes color and texture all over their body. And each area may be different."

"What?"

"Yea. There's an instance of losing all the hair except in their crotch. And it's not short and curlies either, it's full length. Imagine keeping that trim. Another instance I read where an African-American man's hair changed from dark tight curls to blond, all over his body. Straight on his head and regular length down below including arm and leg."

"Insane. What about the other one?" Tony asked.

"Flexibility?" she looked at the tablet, moving the screen around. "Seems like the person becomes an instant contortionist. Full body flexibility and joint mobility without any pain."

"And these infections just happen? Do they say how they're transmitted?"

"As far as the google's show, surface contact for Transparency and Hair, air droplets for Flexibility. There's no test for them except when you have it, or after. And if you had one, you don't get the other. You're effectively immune. Incubation is about 2 weeks with no symptoms so it's hard to keep contained."

"Crazy. It'd stink to get Hair on top of Transparency. Can you imagine growing hair out of a transparent area?"

"Not crazy at all." she said. "But I'd take Hair over the others to be honest. Seems like the lesser of the choices."

"I don't know." Tony mused. "I'd like to see you with Flexibility." He grinned and pulled her in.