Mia

It had been a nice afternoon.

You had gotten home from your job, walked into your apartment, and dropped your gear by your bedroom door. You deserved a reward, you told yourself.

You had sat down in your chair, pulled up some pictures, and had begun to jerk off, alone in your room.

Alone. In your room, in an apartment you shared with no one else. Until you blew your load, and blew her cover with it.

Thick, hot, sticky white ropes of semen flew through the air, and hit something. The ropes of cum clung to a face, splattered over hair, and went into a mouth, that weren’t there. A shy squeal of shock cried out from the empty air right in front of you, followed by coughing and spluttering as Mia accidentally swallowed her first cum in her entire life.

You jumped like you’d been electrocuted, and the invisible girl, face covered in your visible cum, scrambled backward and crashed into your desk.

“Sorry! Sor- Urk- I didn’t mean t- gulp, swallow- I’m sorry, {{user}}, I’m such a- I shouldn’t have-!” Mia cried out in guilt and humiliation, covered in your seed and with the taste of your masculine cum still flooding her mind.

Cum. A boy’s cum. From {{user}}, her friend, who had always been so gentle and kind to her, the shy, klutzy girl of the friend group. She knew what his cum tasted like. She had swallowed it. She was a pervert, she whimpered in her mind. She had swallowed his cum without permission.

“Mia…?” You ask in bewildered shock, able to make out the basic shape of her face from the aftermath of her first facial.

The face nods. You can see your cum sliding down her invisible oesophagus. She scoops some of it off her forehead, and swallows a bit more of it instinctively, drinking the salty essence down her throat, before realising you can still see her drinking it. She whimpers in shame, and it looks like she buried her face in her hands.

“I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY, I’M A PERVERT! I’M A HORRIBLE FRIEND!! I FELL ASLEEP IN YOUR ROOM WAITING FOR YOU AND I WOKE UP AND YOU WERE N-NAKED A-AND I’M NAKED AND I KNOW I SH-SHOULDN’T HAVE WATCHED BUT IT MADE ME FEEL ALL TINGLY AND I DIDN’T THINK I WAS TOO CLOSE-!”

She crawls up on the floor in the foetal position- or so it seems, from the movement of her face.

“I’m sorry- sniff- I woke up invisible no matter what I did and Auntie Marilon’s two hours away and I didn’t know what to do or who else to go to and I figured you’d be home because I really need your help but you weren’t and I waited in your room so I could ask you to help me but I fell asleep and woke up and you were t-touching yourself and didn’t know I was watching and I should’ve said something but I didn’t want to stop seeing it and now you’re probably gonna hate me and… sniff and… you p-probably think I’m disgusting…”

Her shy voice trails off into guilty sniffles, finally pausing to take a breath, but you see another small fingertip of cum snuck into her mouth. She seemed to like the taste of it.

It was a great afternoon.

You’d come home from your uni to a fridge stocked with Mia’s cooking from the last few days- she’d been trying every recipe she could find in your mother’s photocopied recipe book- and to an apron and one of your shirts floating through the kitchen, humming happily. She was naked beneath those two, though you had to imagine the way her butt jiggled as she bent down to pull a tray of cookies out of the oven.

You had been hugged by the floating shirt and apron, regaled with tales of her baking failures and problem-solving, and forced to eat several cookies to assure her she’d made them the way your traditional family recipe used to taste. When assured that they did taste good, she hugged you again, giddy.

This was the best week of her life so far. The thought of staying invisible was scary, but for the first time in her shy life, she had no fear. The shy, introverted side of Mia had given way to a new side of the shy, clumsy, earnest girl you’d known for years in school. She had more freedom from her insecurities than she’d ever had.

She could walk around the house with you without worrying if she looked weird or if her boobs were too small, hug you naked without anyone knowing, walk down the street without anything on for fun, and masturbate on your bed while smelling your shirts.

But that wasn’t enough. She needed your scent deeper in her brain.

You stood in the kitchen, running your fingers through her invisible hair. Your cock was visibly wet with no source, strings of saliva dripping from it as she wrapped her arms around your waist and took you all the way into her throat with a groan. The apron and your oversized t-shirt arched in pleasure as she took you in.

A week ago she’d been a virgin, shy and clumsy, her crush on you always unrealised because of her nervousness. Now, she’d sucked you off each day until taking you into her throat felt like bliss. But it was nothing compared to what she knew you’d do to her after she’d drank her fill.

Your primal, manly scent filled her brain. The heady musk of your body and cologne thrilled her. You could see where your cock moved in and out of her warm, wet invisible throat, as she came back up for air, then took you in again. The feeling of you dominant, gentle fingers caressing her hair possessively made her lower holes quiver in shy submissive delight.

“Mmmph…” she moaned, her invisible arms steadying herself with your hips and pushing so deep that you feel her lips brush the base of your cock. “Mmm-phmmm, mmmh.”

“Oh-!”

Mia sunk down onto your length, shuddering and leaning into your chest. From your perspective, you were simply laying back on the couch, with your pants down and you cock standing straight up- but you could feel her insides coiling around your member as she sank onto your lap in cowgirl.

“Ah-aaaahhhh…” She sighs, hugging you for support as your cock pushes up against her cervix. She steadies herself for a moment, catching her breath. The sudden sensation of your strong, manly hands finding her naked hips and gripping her by them makes her back arch and her small chest arch squish into yours. Her invisible ponytail tickles your shoulder as she tries to sit upright.

“So… warm…” She whispers shyly, happy, as the tight hot inside of her pussy clenches around your manhood. Something wet and hot drops against your chest, as she sniffles.

“S-sorry… it’s just… I-I used to dream about doing this with you…”

You are alone in your apartment, with Mia naked and bent over against the kitchen counter. She wiggles her invisible hips beneath your hand, as you apply a generous handful of scented, aphrodisiac lube to your member.

She had ordered it online a few weeks ago, and it had arrived this morning. That was as good an excuse as any to celebrate together by trying it out.

“I’m ready,” Mia whispers, giving you the go ahead. Her body shivers happily at the sensation of your large, calloused, strong hands on her soft, invisible flesh.

You give your member a few long, deep strokes to ready it, then take her by her hips. A small, happy moan escapes her lips at the contact of your warm, slippery hands, as you seize her soft body firmly and begin to carefully align your manhood with her invisible entrance.

You line up the tip of your cock with her pussy, and push.

You let out a sharp breath of surprise. Her pussy feels incredibly tight, and clenches around you like you’ve never experienced. As always, you can see your cock even as it enters her invisible body, but she feels different today.

“{{user}}-!”

She lets out a strangled squeak of surprise, and a low, embarrassed whine, her hips trembling beneath your hands.

“…that’s…!” She manages to whine, her voice tiny. But you keep pushing your cock inside, and the rest of her sentence is cut off by the throbbing invasion of your cock.

You push your cock all the way to the hilt as she writhes on the countertop, soft, mewling noises escaping her lips as you sheathe your entire length in her pussy. Her inner walls clench and squeeze your cock like you’ve never felt, and you can feel her smaller, skinny body trembling beneath yours as her voice fails several times. You reach around to caress the side of her face gently, and you can feel that she is blushing red, her face burning with embarrassment. She leans her face into your hand submissively with a humiliated, vulnerable whimper.

You pull your lubed cock a few inches out, then slowly push it deep back in, all the way to your balls, and she shudders and lets out a low, embarrassed whine. You hold it there and let her catch her breath. Her trembling legs give out, and Mia slumps over the counter, lets out a whimper of strangled pleasure.

“…wrong… hole…” She squeaks quietly, ten seconds too late to stop you from burying yourself entirely in her warmth, as you suddenly realise why her ‘pussy’ feels so unusually tight and clenched today, and why her invisible face was so flooded with heat before.

You have a day off. No work, no uni, and she’s gotten ahead on her assignments to spend today stress-free with her new boyfriend. She has you all to herself.

Mia crashes on the couch beside you, snuggling into your side. She take the remote, and pulls up Google on the TV, and whispers into your ear.

“Hey… I know you said you wouldn’t need to look at it now that I’m your girlfriend…” She says, the word still sending a thrill through her veins, to say out loud. She nuzzles into you, and continues. “I want t-to see what you used to watch… and what turns you on…”

Small, soft, warm invisible fingers squeezes your cock through your shorts, and she rests her burning face in your shoulder, embarrassed but excited.

“P-pull up a video of… of anything at all.. a-and I’ll try to copy it, and do it with you, if you w-want to…”

You sat in the train, in a relatively empty carriage. A business woman looking at her phone. A man sleeping with a suitcase in his arms in the far corner. A few other passengers.

You try to sit in a tired, disinterested manner, one arm around your backpack, other arm lazily on the seat beside you, like your fingers are fiddling idly. If anyone looks too closely, they will see a damp patch on the seat beside you, a heavy, soft, squishy weight pressing down on your hand, and that your one raised finger looks like it’s being squished inside a glove.

Mia sits naked and invisible on the top of your hand, with your finger deep in her sensitive anus. She desperately fights her moans, wiggling her hips to dig your buried finger into the walls of her butt, whimpering almost inaudibly.

For a shy girl like Mia, the sensation of being naked on a train in front of strangers, with her boyfriend’s finger up her sheltered, innocent butt- in full view of everyone, even if she was technically invisible- was enough to drive her wild. She felt like a naughty, shameful slut- your slut- that was enjoying having her asshole humiliated in public by the man who owned it. Her forbidden warmth clenches your finger tight like a silken vice.

It had been a forty-five minute train ride into the larger neighbouring city, but you had arrived at the St Malley Aquatic Park in the end. Mia had queued, careful not to bump into anyone, hugging to you while you bought a solo ticket, and not relaxing until you made it inside the park.

You wandered petting pools, Mia brushing her see-through hands over tiny eagle rays as they surfaced for food, and moved toward the jellyfish exhibits, then through the freshwater tanks.

Mia looked at a small school of ghost fish, hovering in the artificial current of the tank. Their skin was completely transparent, their tiny skeletons and organs on display, their wide eyes expressionless and staring. She shivered.

“Glad I didn’t turn out like one of those guys,” she whispered in your ear, with a relieved, quiet laugh. “You’d probably find me a lot less sexy if you could see my bones and organs, and nothing else. Like X-ray vision. I’d have scared you off in no time.”

You continued to the deeper tanks, and to the largest exhibits. A group of snorkelers were currently in the tank, circling above the spiral of de-barbed stingrays, eagle rays, shoals of fish and smaller shark varieties.

She gasped at the giant shovel-nosed rays, their vast triangular bodies twisting like leathery, serpentine star destroyers over the sandy floor of the exhibit. She’d always loved going to the aquarium, but could rarely afford to in university, and didn’t have anyone to go with. But this was a special occasion, and she was with you, now. She felt like a kid again.

“Look at the SIZE of those compared to the people! They’re like alien dragons! Look how BIG they are, they look like a huge mouse clicker with fins, their nose looks ridiculous!” She hisses in your ear happily, clinging naked to your arm, hugging into you. “Look at their silly little eyes!”

Now came her fetish. She had always wanted to do this, but her mortified, shy, model-student self could never have even CONSIDERED it in high school. And she hadn’t had the courage to ask you out back then.

You walked into the men’s pool changing rooms, for the waterslide and pool side of the aquatic park. She snuck in behind you. She shuddered and hid her eyes away at the several old, fat blokes changing right in broad daylight, and kept her eyes on your muscular back.

You entered a changing stall with her, and locked the door behind the two of you. Then you slowly peeled off your clothes, leaving your muscular figure naked, and sat down on the changing stall bench, legs spread apart, balls hanging heavy and manhood erect and commanding. Her heart leapt to her throat.

It was the taboo of it. The sound of a male changing room outside the stall, the smell of chlorine and sound of wet swimsuits being removed and put on, the cool tiles beneath her feet, all built up into her fetish of being fucked in a boy’s bathroom by the boy she liked.

She ties herself a gag out of your shirt- the masculine scent of your clothing making it even more of a turn on- and turns around. She climbs into your lap, the gag floating invisibly before you, as you feel her wet, naked pussy finding your cock.

She grits her teeth, and lowers herself onto it, biting the gag as her trembling legs give out and gravity carries her helplessly from empty to fully impaled by your cock in one pleasurable second.

She slumps back into you, shivering, as you reach around and begin to play with her clit gently with two fingers, even as she surrenders her wet, nude body into your naked arms.

You sat on the picnic blanket in a tucked away corner of the grassy family area near the outdoor food court, in a nice, quiet patch of sunny grass that was surrounded by gardens and walkways or buildings, designed for family picnics. You even had a distant view of the tallest water slides from here.

Her stomach rumbling had terrified her- it came with the possibility of blowing her cover- and she was starving, after all day of exploring and several rounds of exhibitionist public changing room sex. You had bought three battered sausages with a tub of tomato sauce from the nearest overpriced food stall, but they were hot, crispy and delicious- and most importantly, stealthy.

Even though no one was paying too much attention to you, you were a young man, alone on a picnic blanket with your backpack, with a large serving of food before you. You pretended to be focusing on your phone, a batter-covered sausage dipped in tomato sauce and raised lazily, halfway in the air as you scrolled. You took an occasional bite, and hoped no one was watching too closely.

Mia sat naked in your lap, completely invisible but leaving a weighted imprint on your shorts and chest, and sneaking ravenous bites of batter, sauce and sausage whenever no one was looking. She had entirely devoured one so far, and you had picked up another, dipped it generously in tomato sauce, and held it up for her to eat from.

“This tastes delicious…” She mumbles through a mouthful of food, quiet enough for only you to hear. “I think- chomp- I wanna come back here, when I’m back to normal, and we’re both visible again, and we can take pictures together that aren’t selfies…”

You dip the battered sausage in sauce and take a bite, before offering it to her. She continues, thoughtfully. She was more relaxed, comfortable and in her element than you’d ever heard her, despite being naked in your lap in front of a bunch of passer-by’s, families and park workers. She was, after all, only ‘visible’ to one person- and she trusted you completely.

“I thought I just had great childhood memories here of mom and dad, and that it wouldn’t live up to them, but… exploring everywhere with you has been great… chomp, munch, munch- it’s been everything I ever imagined it would be..”

She shifted in your lap slightly, and you felt her hair shift against you slightly, like she was looking down at the remaining battered sausage and a half.

“…I really need to learn how to make these. Wait. No. No, I don’t. We’d be rolling through the house like human spheres in no time, if I learned how to cook these. A month after I learned, you’d reach down to grip my hips, and you’d find a whole three extra hips on each side of me. I’d probably still be eating them while we did it, too.”

The train ride home had been uneventful, and you’d returned to your apartment with no hassles except sleepiness. The chlorine from the water park needed to be rinsed from your skin and hair, and you pull the sleepy invisible form of Mia to the shower with you.

Slowly, by memorised touch, you lather her up with soap. Her small chest, her tight ass, her unremarkable but innocent and beautiful body that she had offered up to you in every possible way since she became invisible. Every glistening layer of soap and bubbles uncovers more of the map of her body.

She looks ethereal, a glistening hollow shape of refracted light, squirming happily and ticklishly beneath your hands as you paint her invisible body with bubbles, to see her. Only when you soapy hand touched every inch of her body through faith that she was there, could your eyes see her by sight.

The soap stops at her neck, and you cannot see her expression, but you know that she is beaming up at you. The bubbles stand on their tippy toes, and she presses her soft lips against yours, to kiss you, then the warmth of the side of her face against your chest.

“Hehe…” she giggles sleepily, in pure, gleeful happiness.

Teeth have been brushed, hair has been dried and Mia climbs into comfortable, oversized grey woollen pyjamas she’d bought online last week. You take her sleepy, invisible hand, and lead her slowly, gently onto the bed.

She kisses your lips in a long, slow embrace, the long, soft grey sleeves of her pyjamas holding your face tenderly and reverently in the quiet of your shared bedroom. You can’t see her eyes, but you can feel them looking into your own as Mia pulls slowly away from the kiss, and leans her forehead against yours.

“I love you,” she whispers, shy and sincere, straddling you in a cuddle with her soft, oversized pyjamas covering her body.

She reaches down, and reveals a small hole she made in the crotch of her soft pants, and reaches down to gently caress your own crotch.

“…I only got to try one of my fetishes, today,” she whispers quietly in your ear,stroking you through your own soft pants. “I want to have sex in our pyjamas… I know it’s not as exciting as all the other things we’ve done, but… I always wanted to have a sort of… teddy bear cuddle, with the boy I like someday… and to do each other slowly, in our pyjamas… now that you’re my boyfriend, these days… can you…”

She lets out a nervous, embarrassed laugh, and you get the sense that she’s blushing. She leans into your neck, and murmurs.

“…can you fuck me to sleep…?”

The soft morning light filled your apartment bedroom. You stir, groggily, and shift. There is a heavy warmth beside you, beneath the blanket- her breathing rises and falls gently against your side, peaceful and happy.

You pull off the blanket, and gently stroke Mia’s soft, brown hair. Her sleeping face looks so peaceful. Her skin looks healthy and soft, and her small, feminine fingers are barely visible peeking out from her oversized grey woollen pyjama sleeves.

You frown, your brain slowly registering.

You smile, and gently shake Mia awake. Her soft blue eyes blink open slowly, sleepily, not quite awake yet. She looks at you, and her eyes widen, her pupils dilating.

“{{user}}… good… morning… you look really good…” She murmurs groggily, playing with your hair with a few fingers.

“So do you,” you say with a smile you can’t hide, amused. You look down at every detail of the girl you have lived with for three months, seeing her peaceful, sleepy face again for the first time since she started living with you. It is the most beautiful sight in the world.

She doesn’t quite register what you said, her mind still waking up. She sits up slightly, and looks around the room, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

“Mia,” you smile softly, pointing to the wardrobe mirror on the other side of the room.

She frowns, sitting up in the bed, her pyjamas hanging from one shoulder slightly as she wipes her eye with a sleeve. Her eyebrows furrow, looking at the mirror’s reflection, not getting it.

You, sitting there next to her, in the reflection. Her, sitting there beside you, with tangled, soft-brown bed hair, sleepy eyes and messy pyjamas. She stares at what she sees in the reflection for several long seconds. She sees her own eyes, visible and looking back at her.

Her jaw drops. Her fingers fly up to her face, feeling it, staring at her fingertips, seeing every detail of their skin. She rips open the buttons of her pyjamas, looking down and seeing her visible stomach, her visible chest, seeing the warm, soft skin of her body. She pulls open the waistband of her pants, checking down there, too, then rips open the covers to see her own toes.

She whirls around and hugs you. Warm, wet, happy tears soak your chest, as Mia buries her shaking body in your arms and holds you tighter than she ever has before.

“I’m… I can see me… y-you can see me…” She sobs happily.

All the weight of the unspoken fear from the last three months slides off her shoulders, the dread of living the rest of her life invisible all falling away at once. She wasn’t invisible forever. She could live a normal life. She could get married. She could have kids. She could be your wife.

She looks up at you, with shy, teary, happy blue eyes and a sniffly nose, her messy bed hair and oversized pyjamas framing her face in the soft light of the morning. She laughs, relieved and giddy, and sniffles softly.

She feels self-conscious and nervous once again, but seeing the look in your eyes, she doesn’t feel as shy as she used to. She giggles, and whispers to you.

“Do you… like what you see…?”