I pushed myself out of bed, wincing as I tried to walk to the bathroom. God, I needed to start my workouts in the morning, instead of waiting until after work.

I shuffled into the shower, cranking the heat to the maximum. Saturdays were always busy, and I didn't want to cramp up during dinner service. I remember that happened once, and I nearly burned my face off.

As I took a shower, I felt my stiffness melting away like magic. It was almost like my muscles were softening. I didn't remember hot water being this effective at treating soreness, but hey, I wasn't about to be mad that it was working.

Mmmmmm. I bit my lower lip, stifling a moan as I let the hot shower water run down my body. Fuck, this felt so good. I brought my hands up to my breasts, absentmindedly rubbing them. I pinched my nipples with my fingers, gently pulling on them. Everything felt so soft, and warm, and squishy, and OH MY GOD, MY NIPPLES!!!

I stared at the detached nipples I was holding between my fingers, too shocked to even scream. Panicking, I tried to stick my nipples back onto my tits, but my fingers started melting together, swallowing up my nipples as they fused into a solid mass of flesh. I looked down at my body, and to my horror, it was also melting!

I felt myself grow light-headed as I struggled to comprehend what was happening to me. This couldn't be real. It couldn't. It couldn't! I desperately clawed at my body, praying that this was a nightmare, but I only managed to melt my arms into my body. I tried to scream, but my lips had melted together while I was distracted by my body. I could feel the inside of my mouth disappearing as well!

I needed to get out of the shower before I melted any further. As I shoved my way past the shower curtain, I slipped on my own melting body, falling headfirst toward the floor.

My head exploded as it touched the ground, bursting like a water balloon. If I still had a mouth, I would've shrieked with pleasure. Electric pulses of pleasure rocketed through me as the rest of my body joined the puddle that had been my head, and I quickly blacked out from the overstimulation.

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I tried to groan as I regained consciousness, but for some reason, I couldn't make a sound. I realized that I couldn't see either. In fact, the only sense I seemed to have was touch.

I guess melting earlier wasn't just a fever dream after all. Oh god, would I be stuck as a puddle of flesh forever? Visions of getting mopped up and thrown away filled my mind, and I began to panic again.

I felt my liquid body literally freeze in terror as I imagined being soaked up into a towel and tossed, which snapped me out of my panic. If my body could stiffen up, I could probably manage to pull myself back into something that looked like a person! I'd have to figure out how to restore my senses later, but for now, this was a good place to start.

Somehow, I could sense that my body had congealed into a puck-like shape. I probably looked really creepy like this. Just a pulsating disk of flesh lying on the floor. Yeck.

Focus, Sasha, focus. I needed to concentrate on pulling my body back together. Remember what I looked like... God, this was hard to do. I didn't realize it would be hard to picture myself, but thinking about how every part of my body fit together was just hard to do.

At least it seemed to be working. I wasn't a puck any more, I was more of a cylinder. Still not human, but it was a start! Arms, arms... focus on shaping arms... or maybe I should do my eyes...

As I lost focus on which part of me to shape next, my body fell back onto the floor in a puddle. Dammit. Ok, Sasha, you can do this, just focus.

Torso... then arms... legs... head... ok, eyes...

I felt each part of my body reshape as I thought about them, and I excitedly opened my eyes as they reformed. Unfortunately, I hadn't done a very good job of putting everything where they were supposed to go. My legs were too far apart, and my arms were way too low on my body. My head was slightly crooked, and my eyes weren't even on my head. One was on my belly, and the other was on my left shoulder.

Sighing, I let myself collapse into a puddle again. I should've started with the eyes.

Eyes... arms... looking good, ok now legs... head... move my eyes to my head...

I squealed excitedly as I reformed my mouth. Yes! I was still gooey looking, but at least I wasn't a puddle anymore! Now I just needed to find a way to, uh, drip less.

As I stared at myself in the mirror, I realized that I had managed to forget my nose and ears, as well as my hair. A few minutes later, I managed to reform them. My ears felt a little off, but they looked alright, so I just ignored the feeling. My hair also looked fleshy, and not at all like hair. It was just this clump of, well, me. It was also continuously melting and dripping little blobs of me onto the floor.

Sighing, I shut off the shower. It probably wasn't helping me de-goo myself, since it was steaming up the whole bathroom. I carefully made my way to my bedroom, wincing slightly as I left puddles of myself in the hall.  It didn't hurt, but I could feel them just sitting on the floor.

I nearly took a step onto the carpet before I realized that doing that was probably not the smartest idea while I was still so slimy. Until I managed to harden up- gross, that sounded wrong- I was probably spending some time in the nude.

Not that it mattered, anyway, since I didn't have a pussy or any nipples. I hadn't bothered to reform them. I lived alone, so it wasn't that bad I guess... but it still felt weird to walk around naked. I felt so vulnerable.

As I walked into the kitchen, I looked at the clock. Oh my god, it was 1 o'clock already? Fuck, work was in an hour! I couldn't show up to work like this!

My phone was still in my bedroom, too, so I'd have to walk across the carpet to get it. God, what do I do?

I'd have to brave the carpet. Hopefully, I don't get too much of myself stuck in it. I cautiously stepped on the carpet, feeling it absorb parts of my semi-solid body. I quickly grabbed my phone, trying to ignore the fact that I had shrunk a little from the carpet absorbing some of my body.

Now that I had my phone, I had another problem. How was I supposed to use it when I was gooey? I tried to think about stiffening up, but that just made my boobs grow small protrusions. Not that kind of stiffening, dammit. Maybe I needed to picture what sort of consistency I wanted my body to be instead.

I fidgeted uncomfortably as I thought about making my whole body less gooey and more solid. It was working, but it made me feel so tight and sore. I felt like my entire body was turning into one huge cramp. Sighing, I let myself soften again until I was closer to the consistency of pudding. Much better than being slime, but still too dangerous to go out in public. Definitely too dangerous to go to work. I did not want to be near a hot pan like this.

I gently pushed a jiggly finger against my phone, breathing a sigh of relief when my phone responded. Thank god. I quickly shot a text to my boss, explaining that I couldn't come to work because of an accident. I didn't specify what had happened to me, but I doubt he would've believed that I turned into a sentient blob of slime, anyways.

Oh shit. My phone was sinking into my hand. I tried to pull it out with my other hand but just ended up fusing my hands together, encasing my phone in myself. Sighing, I placed my fused hand mass on the table, letting gravity suck the phone out. Thankfully, my phone seemed to be ok.

Watching my hands merge together had given me an idea. Since I had the rest of the day off, and I knew I could restore myself back to normal if I needed to, I decided to mess around with my new body.

In the back of my mind, I was wondering why I wasn't more shocked by turning into slime, but I think I was just so overwhelmed by everything. And... it felt really good to mess with my body as well. It felt like my private bits had spread out across my whole body, which I guess they technically had. Rubbing my hand was just as pleasurable as rubbing my nipples, or my pussy.

A wide, perverted smile crossed my face as I kept smushing my hands together. God, that felt good. If I had bothered to reform my pussy, it would probably be soaking wet right now. As I kept shaking my fused hand mass, I felt myself warming up and becoming stickier and less viscous.

My eyes rolled up into my head as my body started to drip off the chair and onto the floor. I didn't even need my pussy to get off as a slime woman. I was starting to enjoy my body more and more. Sure, I might not be able to fit into normal human society anymore, but if it meant I got to feel this kind of pleasure... well, maybe it wasn't worth it. But it was nice.

I ended up basking in orgasmic bliss as a large puddle on the kitchen floor until 5 when I started to feel hungry. I hadn't eaten anything today, and even though I was a freak of nature, I apparently still got hungry. I reluctantly reformed my upper body out of the puddle and slid my way over to the fridge.

Nice, leftover pizza. I was about to just shove a few pieces into my mouth, but I noticed that the pizza was dissolving into my hand as I picked it up. Huh...

I excitedly stuffed a slice of pizza into my arm, giggling as it fizzled away into nothing. Oh god, it tasted amazing! I felt like I could taste every single molecule of the pizza. The sauce, the cheese, the sausage... Every single flavor and texture just blew my mind with how awesome they were.

I stuffed another slice straight into my belly, watching it float around inside me before disappearing as well. It tasted just as amazing as the one I put inside my arm. What if...

I reformed my pussy, and tried to spread it open, but ended up fusing my hand to my pussy. Fuck, that felt nice. I was so tempted to play with myself, but I wanted to see what would happen if I 'ate' through my pussy. I unfused my hand and reformed my pussy, then, after a deep breath, shoved the pizza straight into my crotch.

The results were disappointing. Sure, the pizza was still good, but I didn't feel anything different. I guess having a pussy was just... cosmetic now. It made sense since my pussy was technically spread out across my body, but I was still disappointed. I expected a massive orgasm, or at least, some extra pleasure.

I ate the rest of the pizza by stuffing it into various spots on my body. I put one slice on top of my head, where it slowly sunk into where my brain used to be, another into my armpit, and one the normal way, inside my mouth. God, calling eating with my mouth the normal way was so fucking surreal. This entire experience was such a trip.

Even after all that pizza, I still wanted to eat more. I opened up my fridge again, but the only leftovers I had left were some old rice and some sad-looking roast potatoes. Better than nothing, I suppose. I simply placed my hand in both containers and let my body absorb them. I gasped as I felt myself absorb the crappy leftovers. I hadn't expected them to taste this good!

I hummed happily as I ate the rest of the rice and potatoes. If everything tasted this good, then being a slime didn't seem so bad. I rummaged around my fridge, stuffing random pieces of old food into my body. What else could I eat?

I reformed myself into a more humanoid shape, and carefully stuck an old kitchen knife into myself. I felt the same fizzing sensation I had felt when eating something, but the knife didn't disappear. It... looked cleaner, actually. Excited, I slid my way over to the sink and let my body flop over onto the dirty dishes from last night.

In hindsight, that could've gone very poorly if the sink hadn't been plugged up. Thankfully, I just ended up with half of my body chilling in the sink, and the other half twitching on the floor in pleasure. I could feel my legs melting into a puddle as they kicked around on the floor, while my top half bubbled violently in the sink as it cleaned the plates. It didn't take long for me to black out from the combined sensations.

I didn't regain consciousness until later that night, around 11. I needed to make a mental note to avoid sudden impacts in this slime body. They didn't hurt, but they sent me into an orgasmic daze that usually took a few hours to recover from. Although, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. I just needed to make sure I didn't do it on accident.

I quickly reformed my eyes, but I didn't bother making anything else. I was just going to merge with the rest of myself anyways, so I'd just have to remake them. I could still feel the dishes sitting inside me, so I carefully slid my body away from them and onto the counter.

I extracted my upper half from the sink and nearly let myself fall into my lower half before I remembered that I needed to avoid sudden impacts. I nearly just gave myself another multiple-hour-long orgasm. Slowly, delicately, I lowered myself down to the floor.

As I flopped onto the floor, I shuddered slightly. Thank god I didn't just throw myself off. I definitely would've blacked out again. I rolled my body onto the puddle of me on the floor, feeling myself slowly merge back together.

It was getting late, so I didn't bother reforming myself again. I began to go upstairs, but I realized that I couldn't really sleep in a bed like this. I'd just end up soaking the sheets. I wasn't sure what would happen if I got absorbed into something. Would I be able to extract myself, or would I get stuck? Either way, I decided it was just easier to sleep somewhere else. The tub seemed promising, but if the drain got loose somehow... yeah, disaster.

I didn't want to sleep on the floor either. I knew my body would just eat up any dirt or hair, but it just felt so nasty to be sleeping on the ground. Dammit, I wish I had a bucket! My body bubbled slightly as I became agitated, and I moaned a little in response. This body was so fucking sensitive.

I sighed and sank back into a puddle. Floor it was, I guess. I didn't have any eyes to close, so instead, I tried to empty my mind. Just relax... sleep...

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Argh, my alarm was going off. Why couldn't I open my eyes? Oh, right. Slime body and all that. It still felt like a crazy dream, to be honest.

I extended a tendril of slime towards the sound of my phone and poked around until the alarm turned off. Woah, wait a second! All thoughts of sleepiness vanished as I realized what I just did. I could reshape myself into something non-human!

I spent a good thirty minutes just making tentacles and waving them around in the air, giggling madly to myself. I can't imagine what would have happened if someone walked in on me like this. I'd probably give them a heart attack and make them think there was an alien invasion.

Eventually, the novelty of reshaping myself wore off. I reformed myself, but instead of forming arms or legs, I just made tentacles instead. They were a lot easier to form, and much more flexible.

As my body reformed, I realized that I was a lot firmer than I was yesterday. I was closer to the consistency of firm putty. Seeing as how I also felt pretty thirsty, I guessed it was because I lost some water from evaporating. Maybe I could get back to normal if I just avoided water.

Turns out, avoiding water was a lot harder than I thought. And it wasn't just water I had to avoid. Any kind of liquid made my body softer. I found that out the hard way when I accidentally slid a tentacle into an oil slick on the counter and felt it loosen up.

Dammit. I guess I should just suck it up and tell my boss what actually happened. I can't just hole up in my house forever, after all. But first, breakfast. I grabbed milk and cereal and just dumped them into my mouth. I felt myself loosen up slightly, returning me to yesterday's soft pudding consistency.

I took a deep breath as I grabbed my phone. I could end up as a government science experiment, but I had to do it. No point running away from my problems.

Hey boss. I know I said I couldn't come in yesterday because of an emergency, but I was kind of lying about that. I know this is going to sound insane, but I melted yesterday. I turned into slime.

Sasha, are you drunk right now? Or are you on medicine? Please, don't text me if it's not work-related.

I'm dead serious. Do you mind if I send you a video?

Sasha, are you feeling ok? 

Ok, my boss obviously didn't believe me. I carefully propped my phone against a tissue box and filmed a short video of my arm melting. I muted the video after since you could clearly hear me moaning in the background.

Do you believe me now?

What the fuck? Oh my god, are you alright? What happened to you?

I got melted. I don't know how it happened. I just thought you deserved to know since I'm pretty sure I won't be able to come to work like this for the foreseeable future.

My boss didn't answer for a long, painful moment. I was convinced that he was trying to find a way to fire me without hurting my feelings.

Ok. I'm not going to fire you yet, but I do need to find a way to employ you as a slime. Do you need me to pick you up from your house, or do you have someone you can ask for help?

I let out a sigh I hadn't even realized I was holding. Thank god, my boss was taking this incredibly well. I was sure that he was going to say something like 'sorry, we can no longer employ you', or 'sorry, I am legally obliged to report this to the authorities'.

If you could pick me up, that would be wonderful. Do you need my address?

No need, I can find it in your files. I'll drop by soon to pick you up. I'm going to bring you to the restaurant and see what exactly you can still do.

Thank you so much! You have no idea how thankful I am.

My boss simply gave my message a thumbs up. Guess he was already on the way. I collapsed back into a blob, feeling relieved. I wasn't sure what exactly my boss was planning, but it feel so amazing to not have to hide anymore. So much stress off my shoulders.

Oh shit. I needed to get some clothes before my boss got here. I wasn't really nude, since my private parts weren't formed, but I didn't want my boss to walk in and see me completely in the buff. It was already going to be awkward enough that he was driving me to work.

I tried to run upstairs, but that just made my body deform pleasurably. I had to hold onto the railing for support as my body spasmed. I really needed to do something about my sensitivity.

Fuck, I forgot about the carpet. I didn't have teeth to grit, but I did whatever the slime equivalent of doing that was as I made my way into my bedroom and grabbed a few shirts and pants from my dresser. The feeling of being absorbed into the carpet was still just as uncomfortable. As I left the room, I noticed that my eye line was lower than it was when I entered. Hopefully, I'd go back to normal after drinking water.

Back in the kitchen, I threw on a shirt and some pants. My body instantly soaked into them, causing them to cling to my body, highlighting every curve. Just barely better than being naked, but at least I didn't look like some... slime whore.

I drank some water as well, and as I predicted, I gained back the mass I had lost from stepping on the carpet. I quickly put my arms and legs back to normal before taking a seat in the kitchen. All I could do now was wait for my boss to arrive.