(Female Melting)

A black limbo drove down a dark countryside road surrounded by trees on both sides and the only illumination was the full moon overhead, the cars lights on the road, and a warm glow in the direction the car was driving. In the back of the car sat a lone young woman with hazel hair that reached her shoulders, she wore a sleek red dress. Her looks were nothing special, while still good looking she wasn’t the eye of the party but just another person on the sideline. She fiddled with an envelope in her hands moving it between her fingers nervously while looking out into the darkness barely making out the trees. Her name was Jenifer Brown an up-and-coming painter.

Jenifer was your typical rags-to-riches story, a girl born to a poor family who had to work double jobs at a young age to make ends meet. Jenifer was a gifted painter at a young age, spending every extra second and cent on her works. At first, it was a hobby but she started selling them making enough money to bring her family out of poverty. But tonight was her big break.

A large manor larger than anything she had ever seen rose from behind a hill with light illuminating it in the distance. The limbo drove up to the front entrance and stopped. Jenifer was ushered out and stood in awe at the lavish entrance decorated with the finest craftsmanship looking like an old fashion castle that was remodeled with modern architecture and styles. She slowly climbed the stair taking in everything at once. She pulled out a card from the envelope and handed it to a man in a suit, who bowed to her and opened the larger ornate doors. Jenifer had to shield her eyes from the light shining from the inside. She was led into a large entranceway decorated in shining gold and royal reds. People dressed far fancier than she could ever dream of eyed her down looking her as if she was an outsider treading into their gilded party. But the fancy décor and guests weren't what caught her attention, it was a painting hung at the top of a large staircase in the center of the room.

The painting was of an older plump woman, her figure made her look like a medieval queen back when being fat was a symbol of status and something to strive too. She was wearing an elegant purple ball gown with her hair done up in a large bun. Everything about the woman gave an air of wealth and power. But the queen of a woman wasn’t want caught her eye, it was the small name in the corner Jenifer Brown her own. She was commissioned to paint the woman in the picture which is how they met and how she got invited to her party. The woman’s name is Hilda Jewel one of the richest people in the world having her hands in every industry. Her wealth and power were nothing to scoff at, if she took a liking to you your career would instantly skyrocket. And that is why Jenifer was here, to get into the upper echelon of the art world. Sure the painting of Miss Jewel skyrocketed her career but the more people in her class she mingled with the more her career would rise. Just thinking about the money made her smile. The gaze of her name on the grand painting was obstructed by the real Hilda Jewel who walked down the staircase straight toward Jenifer.

“Jenifer darling!” her oppressive voice boomed out causing Jenifer to freeze on the spot as if she was a humble servant waiting for her master to order her. “I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Yeah,” Jenifer said in a nervous tone brushing her hand through her hair, “I’ve been to plenty of parties but nothing as extravagant as this.”

“Oh, you flatter me,” Hilda said covering her plump lips as she giggled lightly.

“Thanks, I look forward to it,” Jenifer smiled thinking that if this Morgan woman was more extravagant than Hilda she could be in for a big paycheck.

“Now Miss Brown I have a question for you?” Hilda’s voice sent shivers down Jenifer's spine. Hilda turned to the grand painting of her and spoke once more “Now Miss Brown I don’t invest my time and money in just anyone, and I want to make sure the people I support are worthy of it” She turned around and glared down at Jenifer, “So why do you painting?”

“Well, my paintings feel like a part of me…” she muttered out quickly, “And I find joy in each piece I make, and I want that piece of me to be shown throughout the world to those who also find joy in them.” It was her go-to “why do you paint” speech that she said every time she was asked that question. While the more famous she got the more money was her main drive, the rest was partially true she did find joy in her works of art and wanted others to share the same feelings she did.

“Well, I can tell how much you care about your work!” Hilda said with a booming laugh. “Every other painter I hired to make me a portrait has always made me look skinnier!” she boomed out laughing again. “Ho, Ho, Ho, but you dear I can see every fold, and that dress looks as skin tight as it feels!” She took Jenifer’s hand and said “I hope I get to work with you more my dear.”

Jenifer felt something in her palm and opened it finding a card with the number one hundred on it. “What is this for?” she asked quietly.

“You see dear, as much as I like you,” Hilda said with a less joking tone. “I can’t partner with every person that I fancy. If I give away my name and money to every up-and-comer then what value does it have? So I created a little game where I invite one hundred up-and-comers and twenty of them get my blessing and the rest lose. Truly this is nothing personal I’m a businesswoman first and a friend second, so don’t worry dear.”

“What happens to those who lose?” Jenifer asks with her eyes wide with fear. She didn’t notice it before as she was too invested in the large woman, but everyone was looking at her and talking among themselves some exchanging money as well.

“Sorry dear that would ruin the surprise,” Hilda laughed as she walked away into the crowd, “But if it makes you feel better dear I’m rooting for you.”

Jenifer watched in frozen fear as Hilda disappeared into the crowd. Jenifer looked around at the people going back to what they were doing as if they weren’t just talking about her. She stood there like she was the only one left out on a secret. Jenifer tried to enjoy the party the best she could, mingling with the others and dining on cuisine that was foreign to her even with her wealthier status. She even got a few commissions from the elites at the party. Even if she didn’t get Hilda’s investment she still could rise in the art world with the people at the party alone. Soon everyone was ushered into the grand ballroom, Jenifer looked around seeing more than a thousand people inside the football field-sized room. At the end of the room was Hilda standing on a stage, screens came down from the ceiling letting everyone get a good view of her no matter where they were.

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” She shouted silencing everyone, “It is the time that everyone has been waiting for, the Betting Game! You see every investment is a bet, a flip of the coin. You may see someone promising and invest in them only for them to fail and lose your money, but some don’t seem promising at first that make their way to the upper echelon of the world. And that is what this game is all about, instead of making the choice myself I will let fate decide!” she snapped her fingers, and the next thing that Jenifer knew was that she was standing on stage with a hundred other people just as confused as she was. “Twenty of these find businessmen and women will be welcomed into my corporate family and the rest…” she took a moment to pause and laugh causing the people in the crowd to join her. “Well let's say I’m going to be making money either way so it’s a win for me!”

A hundred mains walked on to stage holding a clipboard with a contract and a pen, they held out the pen to each person. “You can always back out of our game now,” Hilda said with a childish grin on her flabby face. “But if you do kiss your chance in the big leagues goodbye. Being rich and powerful means that you need to be fearless and take risks, and refusing to sign the contract will show everyone here that you aren’t cut out for this vicious world.”

Jenifer took the pen without hesitation and signed the contract sealing away her fate to what every Hilda wrote on it. She hesitated to hand the pen back but it was already too late to back out now. She felt a heavy weight on her shoulders as if she just signed away her soul. She looked around and everyone remained on the stage.

“Great now let's begin!” Hilda shouted and snapped once more. The maids bowed to the contestants and wished them luck and left. Four glass walls around the contestants rose from the ground sealing them in. Then another screen lowered from the ceiling this time behind Hilda.

On the screen, there was a ten-second countdown once the timer reached zero “SEVENTY-SIX: Layla Reid!” a robotic voice called out.

A woman in an airy sky-blue dress with blond hair cried out getting everyone’s attention. Her dress started to melt becoming a sky-blue viscous liquid sticking to her body like the dress was skin tight. The blue liquid spread across her body covering every inch of it with her jewelry, other accessories, and shoes melting into the blue liquid. It spread up her body coating every inch including her hair. Layla Reid was now just pure blue and shiny, she tried tearing off the skin's thigh coating but her hands slipped off it and it caused her to moan with pleasure upon touching herself. Her hands moved away from tearing at her coating to grouping her breasts, then the blue coating started to harden causing her to freeze in place mid-squeeze.

“Well, what a charm introduction to the game!” Hilda said clapping with the other audience members joining in after her, “Well we have seventy-nine more to go!”

Every contested looked around in fear trying to find some way out, some started banging against the walls others tried pleading with the audience to let them out, but many like Jenifer just stood there in fear as after every ten seconds another person’s clothing started to melt and consume them turning them into a statue mid sexual act. One by one the remaining contestants turned into statues and with each one Jenifer’s heart dropped as the chances of her being called increased. Less than fifty people were remaining.

“ONE HUNDRED: Jenifer Brown!” the voice called out.

Jenifer cried out as she felt her dress melt and stick to her less-than-impressive figure. Her eyes went wide in horror as she felt her warm skin starting to cool, the liquid wasn’t coating them it was merging with their skin turning it from flesh into whatever it was. She touched her ruby red painted breast and moaned. It was beyond sensitive igniting her sexual pleasure the moment her fingers touched the cool red liquid that her body was becoming. The liquid spread up her arm and wrapped around her fingers causing the feelings to explode ten times. She brought her hand to her pussy which would have been soaked if her changing body let it. Her fingers plunged deep into it causing her to scream in pleasure as she explore her new hyper-sensitive hole with her new sensitive fingers. Even the slightest brush against her fingers caused her pleasure beyond what she had ever known, she could have just rubbed her fingers together and any normal person would be pushed past the point of orgasm. She felt the strands of her hair become replaced with strands of the strange liquid ticking her neck pushing her even further. Jenifer would have never dreamed of performing this kind of display in front of anyone even if they paid her thousands of dollars, but she couldn’t help herself. She felt her breaths slow as the bouncing of her breasts steadied until they stopped and hardened. Staring at her core her liquid body started to harden ceasing her movement, Jenifer was caught mid-moan as she froze with a humiliating pose of her masturbating on stage in front of everyone.

The slight breeze in the room brushing past her frozen body turned her on she wanted to continue her pleasure but despite how hard she tried to even move her finger slightly she couldn’t. The next minutes as a statute were agonizing for Jenifer, not because of her uncertain fate as a hype-sensitive statue, but because she couldn't pleasure herself. Slowly the remaining contestants ended up like her with the last twenty remaining. Hilda snapped them out of the cage and congratulated them. After the winners left Hilda addressed the crowd and the statues, she said something but Jenifer could care she was too busy trying to find any way to let her sexual tension out.

Her body suddenly got hot, hotter than she felt pleasuring herself hot enough to melt her. Her hand twitched touching the insides of her pussy and she finished her moan. She could move again and she took full advantage of it fingering herself harder than before and one hand took to her breast. The others were doing the same as her masturbating harder than before and some having sex with each other. Jenifer’s hand started to feel weird as her body grew hotter. She had less control over it and it felt less solid becoming sticky. She pulled out her hand, but all that came out was a deformed stump covered in ruby-red droplets. She wanted to scream as she felt her detached hand still inside of herself deforming and melting into her pussy, but it came out as a moan. She looked down at herself to find her breasts drooping and her shoulder starting to droop as well as she was covered with red sweat. She backed up out of shock but her thighs started to melt together causing them to stick making her trip backward.

Jenifer heard a wet splash and felt a stick liquid around her, she looked around and saw two emerald green orbs on both sides of her head, and looking up she saw their owner an emerald woman with a look of mixed shock and lust. Jenifer felt herself sink into the woman and the woman felt the same thing, so she tried to pull Jenifer off of her but that only caused her arms to melt into Jenifer spreading her emerald green across her ruby red. The two’s bodies begin to merge with their low bodies being lumped together into a single red and green blob with Jenifer’s legs sticking out of the top and the faint remains of the green girls melting into a pool of multi-color liquid that started to form in the cage. Jenifer’s body crushed the woman beneath her causing it to spread out around Jenifer and her to skink deeper into her chest. The sky-blue girl whose name Jenifer forgot in the rage of lust limped over to her, her legs could barely move in the sea of melted people and they were melted down to her hips, her arms were both gone lost a while ago along with one of her breasts, her remaining breast drooped down sliding down her stomach and her face started to distort and melt on one side making it lopsided. She stumbled forward and fell face-first into Jenifer’s breasts.

 Jenifer stared at the motionless blue orb that sat between hers or what was left of them as they started to slip off of her chest and down her body into the pool around her. She lost all control of her body and her limbs completely melted away, she could only watch as her red body spread out around the girl's blue body like the emerald girl’s body did with hers. Jenifer felt something brush up against her head it was the emerald girl’s head not melted onto what remained of Jenifer’s shoulder. Jenifer turned her head towards her and she did the same the two’s lips embraced. Jenifer felt her body get hotter as the two passionately embraced, but it was too late they couldn’t separate even if they wanted to. The two’s bodies melted into nothing but part of the pool with their heads melted into a shapeless red and green blob, and soon that blood was nothing but a red and green smear in the pool of colors. The only remains of Jenifer were streaks of red on a valuable humanoid blue blob that was floating on a sea of red a green. Shortly there was no movement in the cage and no more formless blobs just a multi-colored sea that once were people. A drain opened up in the floor and the liquid flowed into it and a container.

Jenifer could still see but it was hazy and felt like she was looking from hundreds of different angles, she was in some kind of container along with the eighty other melted people. She was just as situated if not more than when she was solid. She flowed past every person in the mix their bodies rubbing against each other she felt a lack of individuality she wasn’t anyone or anything anymore, she was a liquid in a container with other liquid.

The container suddenly came to life and part of the liquid was sucked out. Jenifer felt part of herself move down the tube while the rest of herself stayed with the other liquids. She could see and feel the part of her that was left, it flowed down a tube and into a container filling it up. Inside the container was dark but she felt it moving down what she assumed to be a converter belt. As the large container sprung to life and part of her form separated once again into another smaller container. The part of her form that was in the first small container began to cool down no longer moving against the other liquids but packed tightly together so tight they couldn’t move, which only made Jenifer lose herself even more. That part of her became solid with a rubbery texture. She could feel its new form it was a long tube with a mushroom-shaped tip with a pair of balls. Jenifer and the others were being turned dildos. The thought of how disgraceful it was for a world-renowned painter to be turned into a sex toy didn’t cross Jenifer’s mind, she was in fact thrilled. All she wanted now was a pleasure and now a part of her will be inside hundreds of multi-colored dildos for people to use. As the machinery was packing her away one by one she could barely mentally contain herself.

Jenifer found one part of herself being brought into a lavish bedroom on a silver platter. Inside the room stood Hilda in all of her nude curvy glory. She took the dildo by the shaft which made Jenifer shutter. The maid left leaving the large woman alone with her toy.

“I’m sorry Jenifer dear,” the didos holder said. “I truly was rooting for you, but I guess you weren’t lucky enough.” Hilda let out her loud booming laugh, “You said that you wanted to give everyone a piece of yourself to give them joy, well looks like you got your wish!” Hilda caressed her tip and smiled, “Don’t worry dear I made sure I got the one made of the most of you, and you will get to be a part of my personal collection.” With her booming laugh, Hilda took the dildo and plunged it into her womanhood.

Jenifer silently screamed out in delight as she began her new partnership with Hilda Jewel and many other wealthy women who bought her.