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Nathan looked at his watch. What the hell. How was she still asleep? If she was, after all, asleep.

 

It had been three or four hours since the last escapade with Alicia. The previous night, she’d been turned into, probably, an impossibly talented polymorph, due to a desperate, crazy wish Nathan had made, using a stone he bought on an online auction site for $150. Since then, in the elapsed 12 or so hours, Alicia was made young again, stretched, transformed, modified, liquified, exploded, and by some standards, improved upon, at least in the eyes of both partners’ sexual enjoyment, in what was by far the most surreal and unexpected half of a day of either of their lives.

 

Now, Nathan sat on the edge of the bedroom, having rested, his girlfriend still a tan muck, spread and splattered across the bedroom. Walls, floor, bed, everything. Covered in….well, her. He’d laid in bed for a little while, expecting her to only be out for a couple minutes. Ten, maybe twenty. When that had elapsed, he’d gotten out of bed, the Alicia colored form of mercury like liquid sliding off of him cleanly, and rejoining the puddle of itself seamlessly. As he stepped through the room, he’d felt the puddle shudder beneath him with every placement of his foot, slipping through it like water. He heard little moans and hums from…everywhere, really, all around him. At the edge of the room, still naked, he paused. Having taken his phone off the nightstand with him to take downstairs, he looked at the sight, the even coating of his fiancé around the place. With a bewildered smile, he opened the camera on his phone, and snapped a picture. He didn’t think Alicia knew what she looked like right now, or what she was for that matter. Maybe she’d get a kick out of it.

 

Nathan went downstairs, walking around the house naked as day on the Saturday afternoon. He made a simple breakfast, watched a little TV, browsed the web, generally lounging and waiting for Alicia to, well, do anything really.  He checked in once or twice, as he felt uncomfortable just leaving the girl he had asked to marry him 3 months earlier in a semi-solid, room covering state.He listened for her over the course of the next few hours, and when he heard nothing, he looked at his watch. What the hell. So, he went back upstairs.

 

There on the floor of the bedroom, lay Alicia. She was reformed, for the most part. She still looked a little bit, well, spread out. She was wider and almost gelatinous looking, like a drop of oil spreading outwards along the surface it dripped onto. And, she was still asleep, a resting face having reappeared atop her head. Well, thought Nathan, at least I can have a little fun, now that she had a mouth and ears again, assuming they were in working order.

 

Alicia had a funny little thing about her when she slept, and that was that if she was spoken to during her sleep, unless she was in the deepest stages of her sleep, she would respond. She was still asleep, but her ears seemed always to be listening, and her subconscious mind would reply to most voices she heard that seemed to be addressed to her. They weren't usually long responses, a few simple words often times. And she was always honest, she didn't ever lie like this, which Nathan had used to his advantages a few times. Nothing major, just wondering what she really thought about a shirt he'd bought, or what she really wanted for Christmas. She even responded to a basic request or two. One time he had gotten her to whistle a song in her sleep, a song which got stuck in her head for days afterwards. She didn't 'remember' the conversations when she woke up, per se, but she often recalled a dream in which she had a very similar conversation with the speaker. 

 

Nathan quietly stepped over to Alicia and knelt on the ground next to her. He lightly laid his hand on her shoulder. Even at the lightest touch, she jiggled and rippled in response, her whole body resonating with the waves that flowed across the surface of her tan skin. She didn't stir. 

 

"Hey, baby" half-whispered Nathan. "Can you hear me?" Alicia's mouth curled into a light smile at the sound of his voice. 

 

"Mmmmm..." she responded, and nodded her wobbly head. Nathan too smiled. As odd as she looked, it still looked peaceful and tranquil to be in such a relaxed state, mentally and physically. 

 

"You blew me away this morning, baby." he continued. "I'm glad you're back to being you, but that was....amazing." He recounted the events in his head, remembering all her extra mouths and pussies, her stretchy body, the way she shifted into the form of his sexy, ditzy ginger coworker, before making that body a little more…interesting. 

 

Alicia smiled more broadly, and let out a soft sigh, perhaps remembering the morning herself through her sleepy haze. 

 

"But you look a bit funny right now, to be honest, babe." Nathan said with a laugh. Alicia's eyebrows raised slightly, still slumbering. 

 

"What I look like..." she softly said, the words dripping slowly out of her mouth like honey. 

 

"Well," he pondered, "it's a little hard to explain. You look like you, but like somebody filled you up with, I dunno, slime or something. You're all jiggly and wide. It's kinda funny."

 

Alicia didn't respond for a second. 

 

"...slime..." she whispered. Nathan took it as a question. 

 

"Yeah, you know, like jell-o or something, but more viscous and thick. Slime."

 

"...jello...slime.....I'm slime...jello slime..." she muttered. 

 

Nathan shook his head and smiled. "No, baby, I said you looked like -"

 

He stopped speaking when he saw Alicia begin to stir. Her head tilted back and her mouth opened. She moaned a deep, long moan, which seemed to get deeper and resonate more as it continued. 

 

"Baby?" Nathan asked cautiously. He watched as her arms spread out to her sides, as she inhaled and moaned deeply again. Her legs followed the suit of her arms. Nathan noticed something else. She seemed to be spreading across the floor even moreso than already, her arms drooping and half melting onto it, even filling the cracks in the floorboards. And suddenly, she began to look...different. She looked almost sick. But her face was nothing but smiles. Nathan suddenly realized what was happening. She was slowly, but surely, turning green. 

 

Her tan skin shifted, growing lighter and greener as it shuddered. Simultaneously it began to shine, more light reflecting off of it as she went on, the room beginning to mirror itself on the surface. Her hands traveled up to her chest, and she laid them on top of her breasts. Her finger sank deep, deep into them, and she moaned again, happily, with a little giggle. She was a total, shiny lime green now, drooped and sagging over the floor. 

 

Nathan was frozen again. He should've probably been getting used to the strange changes by now, but he was no less shocked by this than the last ones. He steadily reached a hand out to touch her, moving towards her arm. Gradually, he came close enough to lay a finger down, and he did. His finger, with almost zero force, sank one, two, three inches into her arm, the skin around it rising and folding over like silly putty. Alicia moaned loudly at the touch, and her body began to squirm. 

 

Suddenly, the folds of skin Nathan had impressed his finger into melded together. The line separating the two spreads of arm skin disappeared and became one. He froze again, looking at his finger, disappearing where it reached his hand, into green, shiny...skin, if you could still call it that. He wiggled it, and found his movement unopposed, although Alicia squirmed and whimpered the more he did so. Suddenly, he could see something dark beneath her skin, where he dipped his hand in. It was…shit, his fingers. He could see them, clearer and clearer, through the increasingly translucent green muck that was Alicia. She was really turning into slime. That was always another fantasy of Nathan’s, although it wasn’t ever as much of a turn on to him as elastic powers. But now, her right in front of him turning to slime bit by bit, it turned him on just as much as anything ever could or had.

 

Her whole body was see through now. Her head, chest, extremities, all see through and crystal clear green, the color of a green apple Jolly Rancher. other parts of her body had become less defined and more of a goopy mix, her hair having turned into a single mass of goo, and her fingers and toes merging together into smooth ends to her hands and arms. With another groan, she raised her arms to her head, their movements fluid and smooth as they slid over the floor, sticking and pulling off languidly as they traveled up, and Nathan’s fingers passed straight through and out of them as they went up, no pull at all on his hand. He marveled at his fingers, wet with a slightly green sheen, as Alicia’s hands reached her head, and she placed them on the sides of her face.

 

They sank in immediately, the gooey appendages merging instantly with the same material of her head, and pushing inwards, her head swelling as it’s mass increased with each bit of slime pushed into it. Her face distorted over the increasing surface area of her head, and she moaned again, loudly, as she continued, pushing up to her elbows, so far in that her hands would both have passed through her brain and come clear out the other side had they not instantly become part of her noggin. Her legs writhed around the floor, widening and sticking to the ground, and Nathan could see a pool of green liquid gathering around her pussy. Nathan looked at his hand, his fingers still covered with a similar wetness. Carefully, he brought it to his face. First he sniffed it. It smelled alarmingly sweet, like some kind of Kool Aid or fruit juice. Then, cautiously, he stuck one finger in his mouth and sucked the liquid off of it. His taste buds were immediately assaulted by a sweet, citrusy taste. Lime. She really had taken the Jello part of her transformation to heart. She had changed her fucking flavor too. As he tasted his fiancé’s latest bodily modification, he could swear he heard her shudder as his tongue licked his fingers clean, just enough of the liquid sticking to his tongue as to necessitate a small swallow.

 

Nathan took it all in, his cock stiffening quickly and begging for attention. But just as he reached down and began to stroke himself, he heard Alicia’s voice again, sounding almost as if she was gargling while she talked, or speaking underwater.

 

“You like?” she whispered with a bubbly tone, her mouth opening up to reveal a shiny green tongue, which slid out to lick her slick green lips. It made it almost all the way around in one lick, before she whimpered, and as it passed over her bottom lip, it simply spread out and fell into the slime of her lip and chin, absorbing into it immediately. Quickly she closed her mouth, and opened it again, to reveal a reformed tongue. Nathan nodded as he watched. “Yes.” he whispered back, his breath shaky. “Yes, very much.”

 

He looked at the top of her head. It was crystal clear straight through, even her hair had become the same thick slime as the rest of her. He slowly took his hand, and pointing one finger outwards, he gently placed it on top of her “skin”, directly between her eyes, and pushed inwards. His finger again slid unconstrained, straight into her, but this time, when his bottom knuckle reached the surface of her goop, he kept pushing, his full fist beginning to force it’s way into her head, occupying what used to be her brain cavity. This displaced her headslime even more, and she moaned and breathed (was she even breathing? She was making the sounds, and he felt hot air on his arm. He wasn’t sure how that worked) heavily into the air. He pushed his hand further forward until his wrist was settled between her displaced eyes, pushed aside by his insertion. He felt the slime warming up around his hand, gently pulsating and swirling around his foreign appendage. He was at a bit of a loss as to what to do next. Did he try and wake her up? Did he gently remove his hand from her cranium and let her wake up gently, maybe seeing if she’d change again in her sleep? As he was thinking, he slowly began to unclench his fired fingers to match his extended index finger. As he did, Alicia’s breaths became broken, interspersed with gasps, her mucky body spasming and twitching, the green curvy surfaces jiggling and rolling about with internal earthquakes rocking her entire sleeping form. Nathan smiled. She was obviously enjoying this.

 

Guess I wake her up, he thought. He grinned at the idea of Alicia waking up as translucent green goop and trying to process that. How, though? He’d already stuck his hand into her fucking brain, or whatever it was now, and still she slept. He’d gotten a reaction out of her when he’d wiggled his fingers through her head. Try that maybe?

 

Gently, as if he was brushing sand off of a surface, he began to shuffle his fingers back and forth, various squishing noises and mucky sounds emitting from the action. Alicia’s gelatinous form suddenly shot to attention, the spreading surface of her form tightening back into shape, suddenly taking the silhouette of her normal body again, save for her mouth opening up to a massive oval 8 inches in diameter, a high pitched cry erupting from her lips, no trace of the watery voice from before. Her breasts perked up, and her emerald nipples suddenly engorged and widened, thickening and lengthening to cartoonish size. They pulsated with an invisible heartbeat, her body continuously jerking with Nathan’s hand movements. Transfixed, he moved his fingers more vigorously, wiggling his digits up and down inside Alicia’s head, which, as she writhed in higher and higher degrees of bliss, he could only imagine had turned into some sort of pleasure center. Almost like a second…

 

His eyes darted downwards, over her toned stomach and chest of slime, her nipples now extending inches into the air. Dragging his gaze over her form, he settled his eyes between her legs. From his angle directly above her breasts, he would normally only be able to see her pubic hair, not the soft lips that lay between her thighs. But today, with her crystal clear form, he could make out those same familiar ridges straight through her hairless hips. It was remarkable. There they were, her vulva quivering and shaking like a potluck jello mold in an earthquake, almost audibly begging to be touched.

 

HE FINDS HER REFORMED, STARTS SAYING SHIT SHE HEARS IN HER SLEEP AND SHE CHANGES IN HER SLEEP. THEN WHAT I DON”T KNOW BUT.