"Alright girls," Angela clapped her hands together, "Let's get this safety demonstration started!"
Angela and Mary were standing in front of a small crowd consisting of Katrin, Rose, Jaclyn, and Johanna. The group had convened in a small, isolated test chamber within the large Fondre Corp. owned complex in which they worked.
"Uuuugh..." groaned Katrin, "This is so lame."
"You think it's lame from there, I'm the one who has to be part of this dumb demonstration!" Mary said with more than a hint of sass.
"First of all, you girls wouldn't have to be here if you didn't managed to get involved in so much silly stuff," chided Angela, "And secondly, you volunteered, Mary."
"But I didn't mean to volunteer! You tricked me into signing that waiver thingy!" whined Mary
Angela replied with annoyance, "Well, if you weren't on your phone all the time, then maybe you would have paid attention to what you were signing! Who just signs things without reading them anyway?"
Jaclyn raised her hand, then awkwardly put it back down.
"Either way, I don't understand why I have to be here," Katrin said, "I mean, I'm not the one who got turned into a pin-up." She gave Rose the stink-eye, to which Rose just shuddered and averted her gaze.
Johanna piped in to the conversation, "Oh come on, we all know who shoved poor Rose in the laminator in the first place."
"You can't prove anything, seat cushion," Katrin shot back.
"Hrmph," grunted Johanna.
Angela intervened to dial back the heat of their argument. "Listen, Fondre wanted this whole safety demonstration to happen after she heard about your 'incidents,' so I have as much control over this as you do."
"You aren't exactly innocent in this either, y'know," Katrin remarked, "Or did you forget about your elevator accident already?"
"...I'm going to choose to ignore that," Angela replied, her voice remaining cool but her face getting a bit pinker, "Anyway, we have a guest here to help us, and we shouldn't keep her waiting."
"Oh, is zat my signal?"
The unwilling audience jumped in their seats at the sudden voice behind them. They all turned around and were greeted by the sight of a somewhat tall woman in a lab coat. Her long brown hair was tied back in a disheveled disarray that actually sort of suited her demeanor. Thick, wide-rimmed glasses sat slightly askew on her face, which bore what some might call an overly-eager expression.
Angela took the liberty to introduce the newcomer, "Ladies, this is Charlotte, one of Miss Fondre's lead researchers and product designers. She's come to help with the demonstration."
"Hallo everyone! I am so very excited to be wiz you on zis lovely evening!" Charlotte said while strumming her fingers together.
"Hi Charlotte!" Jaclyn cheerfully replied, "I like your voice!"
"Zank you, I grew it myself back in Germany!"
"Ooh, nice to meet you, Charlotte!" greeted Johanna.
"H-Hi..." squeaked Rose.
"Hello." Katrin hardly turned to face Charlotte.
Charlotte acknowledged the girls, then briskly walked over to Mary, "Und I suppose you are ze one who we will be testing on, ja?"
"Uh, testing?" Mary asked.
"Oh, zat's right, zis is a 'safety demonstration,'" Charlotte chuckled to herself, "Quite ze subject for ze demonstration you've picked, Angie." Charlotte stood well within Mary's personal bubble as she spoke, making little effort to hide the fact that she was examining Mary's body.
"Thanks?" Angela responded.
Mary backed up a bit. "Um, you don't have to get that close, lady."
Charlotte took another step toward Mary. "Ah, but I just want to admire your physique while I can," she cooed.
"O-Okay, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Mary nervously asked.
"Hey, we should probably get this demonstration under way. We all have work to do, and I'm sure you're also very busy with your research, Charlotte," Angela interjected.
"Oh ja, we should get right to ze fun part!" Charlotte said with excitement.
"Fun part?" Mary was still just as confused.
"Again, if you had actually read the waiver, you would already know what's about to happen," Angela scolded, "Today's demonstration is about the proper procedure in how to care for and clean up melted employees."
As Angela explained, Charlotte pressed a button on the wall of the room, causing a massive heat lamp to descend from the ceiling. This was met with some 'ooohs' and 'aahs' from the audience, and a groan from Mary.
"Uugghh, you've gotta be kidding me! Why is this the training, none of us even melted!" whined Mary.
"Like I said, this was Fondre's request," Angela said, "And I don't pretend to understand what goes through that woman's head..."
Charlotte put on a pair of latex gloves and flicked the switch of the heat lamp. "Oh, she is just very horny for ze melted girls!"
Angela was about to say something, but this caught her so off guard that she went into a brief coughing fit.
"Wait, are you telling me that I'm going through this as someone's weird fetish fantasy?" Mary said, almost as indignant as when she had her phone taken away before the demonstration began.
"I'm sure she just wants to prevent future accidents!" Angela sounded like a teacher trying to keep her rowdy classroom in line. "Now can you hurry up with the stuff and the things?"
"Mmm, vhatever you say, meine liebling," sassed Charlotte sassily as she flipped a switch on the side of the lamp. The temperature in the room instantly and noticeably raised as she did so.
"Umm, is this safe?" Rose squeaked, tugging at her collar.
"Safe?" Charlotte asked. She looked at the lamp, then at its slider, then back at Rose. "Eh."
Rose scooted her chair a few inches back.
"I think I should be the one asking if this is safe!" Mary said, fanning herself with her hand, "It's like the freaking sun or something! Look, I'm already starting to sweat and it's gonna ruin my makeup!" However, what was actually happening to Mary was much more intense than sweating. The heat of the lamp had already started to take its toll on Mary's body, causing drops of what looked like skin-colored paint to form on her face.
"Gonna have a lot more than makeup to worry about in a second," Katrin grinned. She seemed to be in a much better mood ever since she found out the demonstration was going to involve a live melting.
"Actually, that isn't sweat you're feeling," informed Angela, "Under heat this intense, a human body can begin melting almost instantaneously. Recognizing this is very important, as preventing a melting incident before it happens is the best way to deal with it."
"Ja, but it isn't as fun," Charlotte added.
"Please don't encourage them," Angela said, "They're very impressionable."
"Hey, we aren't kids here!" Johanna said.
"I dunno," Jaclyn mused, "Maybe it is more fun..."
"Anyway!" Angela clapped her hands together to regain the lost territory in the battle for her employees' attention, "In the case that you haven't noticed that you have started to melt, the best thing to do is to stay in one place. We don't want you tracking yourself all over the factory!"
"Yeah, cuz I'm really gonna care about staining the stupid carpet when I'm melting into a puddle," snarked Mary. She crossed her arms as she began to slowly sink downward like a scoop of ice cream on a hot summer day. More and more drops of Mary were splattering against the ground, creating little splotches of skin-tone drops on the floor.
"We're more concerned about your safety than the carpets, Mary," chided Angela, "After all, it's much easier to restore someone when they're all in one piece! Of course, you should probably try to remove yourself from the heat source if you detect a problem early enough, but in Mary's case..." Angela took a quick step toward Mary and pressed her hand into one of the goopy girl's shoulders. Angela's hand sunk way deeper into Mary's body than it normally should have, and even her clothes deformed under the pressure of Angela's press.
"Ah!" Mary shivered and gasped, "Warn me before you do that! It's feels... weird."
"But pretty good zhough, ja?" Charlotte smirked.
Angela withdrew her hand and stepped away from the heat before she started to melt too. "Well, that varies from person to person. Some report that it feels relaxing to be reduced to a puddle, some say it's deeply uncomfortable," stated Angela. Noticing that a bit of Mary was still clinging to her hand, she flung it toward the floor with a few flicks of her hand.
"Oh, I'm not talking about zhat, Angela," Charlotte cooed, "I'm talking about when ze melting gets zhere."
"'Zhere?' Where is 'zhere?'" Mary asked, still sinking, "What do you meeeeeee-!"
Without warning, Mary's legs (which were now a small puddle from the ankle down) buckled, and she couldn't help but let out a small moan.
"Zhere." Charlotte emphasized.
Angela sighed and adjusted her glasses, then addressed her suddenly more attentive audience. "Yes, bodily liquefication sometimes causes very... stimulating results," Angela explained.
Jaclyn ooh'd, Johanna aah'd, Rose's face turned pink, and Katrin glanced at Rose with a devious grin.
"Hey!" Angela snapped and pointed at the group, "None of you better be getting any ideas!"
Jaclyn and Johanna looked away in opposite directions, Rose released the horny grip she had on her skirt, and Katrin started casually whistling.
"...Shoulda been a demonstration about workplace relationships..." Angela said under her breath.
Charlotte chuckled and gave her a smug look, "Heheheh, I like zhese girls."
"Yeah, try running an efficient office with them."
"Hnnngh..." groaned Mary. At this point her legs had almost completely melted, but luckily the thickness of her thighs was still keeping her increasingly unstable form upright. Her facial features, while still mostly intact, were starting to get runny and less solid by the second; however, it was still obvious from her expression that she was quite aroused. The half-puddle half-girl let one of her arms fall down, her hand quickly adding to the fleshtone and black pool that consisted of her body and clothes melting together. Soon, the only indicator of where her hand used to be in the growing mass of liquid were the five splotches of nail polish that were quickly blending in with the rest of the mixture. She brought her other hand up to her face and lightly brushed her cheek, unable to hide how horny she was getting.
Rose timidly raised her hand, still blushing from watching the display.
"Is something wrong, Rose?" Angela asked.
"Uhhh... Why do the clothes melt too?"
"Ah, well... Huh. That is a good question," Angela said, "Do you know, Charlotte?"
"Eh, I don't really question it, all I know is zhat it looks so cute!"
Katrin eyed Charlotte suspiciously, "If you're Fondre's top researcher, then shouldn't you know something like that?"
"Oh, Fondre doesn't pay me to figure out stuff like zhat," Charlotte said dismissively.
"Then what does she pay you to figure out?" asked Katrin.
Charlotte flashed Katrin a smile. "Vouldn't you like to know."
"Hey, let's get back to the demonstration," Angela interrupted, trying to get the group back on track, "We don't exactly have all day here." She beckoned toward Mary, who in that brief amount of time had become even more liquidy. As her head started to droop downward, part of her upper lip dripped down into the bottom, creating a gooey bridge between the upper and lower half of her dopey grin.
"Bluuugh..." Mary groaned. Though melting did send unnerving tingles through her body and it was hotter than the Sahara, there was something oddly relaxing about the melting process. Her body felt so much more free than when it was bound by her normally rigid form. Of course, she wasn't really free to move on her own, but having herself flow outward was like finally being let out of a straight jacket.
"As you can see, bodily liquefication can feel somewhat relaxing in certain contexts, but you should definitely avoid it! I mean, you don't want to end up as a silly looking puddle in front of all your peers!" Angela explained, "Also, if we find out you melted yourself on purpose to skip work, you do not get compensated for that. So don't even think about it!"
"Pssh, surely no one would actually want to be melted in front of everyone else!" Katrin said, then stared directly at Rose, who was too busy intently watching the demonstration to notice.
"Yeah, well, I hope none of you want to end up like that," Angela sassed and pointed down at the increasingly less-human form of Mary. Her moans had been reduced to burbles at this point, her mouth unable to do much more than gurgle. Mary's melty eyes rolled up in the back of her head, too overwhelmed by the heat, the flowing of her body, and the sexual stimulation to care about how dignified she looked. It wasn't long before all her facial features became liquid; her lips just a pink splotch, her eyes black smears in pools of white highlighted by pink eyeliner, and her nose completely vanishing in the skin-tone mess. Gravity continued to win its battle against her increasingly-pliant form, pushing down on the lump of Mary at the center of the puddle and causing it to spread outwards.
Everyone in the room was enraptured by the display, even if some of them wouldn't admit it. Angela interrupted their individual fantasies with a question: "Now, ladies, when you find a melted employee, what do you do?"
"Uhh, get a mop?" Johanna answered with uncertainty.
"Good guess, but things can get messy with a mop. If the mop can't absorb all of the girl, you'll just end up spreading her around more. Also, it can be quite the pain to get a melted person out of a mop if they dry in it."
"Oh, I know, you throw a big towel into her and get a cute towel vith an adorable Mary design on it!" Charlotte said.
"No, Charlotte, we do not take employees home as personal possessions. You of all people should know that!"
Charlotte just giggled in response.
"You use the melted person to reenact the Singin' in the Rain dance," Katrin snarked.
"Katrin."
"I got it!" Jaclyn bounced in her seat, "You get a big straw and siphon them up like you're stealing gas!"
"Wh- no! Why would you ever think that was what you do?"
After a moment of awkward silence, Rose quietly spoke up. "Umm, I think you're supposed to turn off the heat, then wait for them to cool down and be solid again..."
Angela smiled, "Very good Rose! I'm glad someone here read the safety handbook! You can go ahead and turn the lamp off, Charlotte."
"Vell, only if no one else vants to jump in with Mary," Charlotte teased. She looked around the room for a moment waiting for a response, then turned the heat off with mild disappointment.
"Now that the heat is off, we can wait for Mary to cool off a bit," Angela explained as she started pacing back and forth in front of her audience, "She won't just reform to her normal self on her own, but will instead solidify into a sheet of person on the floor, at which point you will be able to peel her off and- AHHH-AAAH!"
Too caught up in her explanation, Angela hadn't noticed just how far the puddle of Mary had spread. Her stride placed her high-heeled foot directly in the liquid girl, resulting in a flailing fight against gravity that ended in her falling butt-first right into the burbling center of Mary.
"Oh my gosh, are you ok Angela?" Jaclyn asked and stood up.
"Pteeh! I think some of her splashed in my mouth!" Katrin cried indignantly and spit.
"Didn't realize zis show had a splash zone!" Charlotte laughed and clapped.
Angela composed herself, using her hands to steady herself before realizing that they were pressing directly into her liquid employee. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine," she replied as she lifted her hands and flicked black and beige goo off of them. "Sorry, Mary."
Jaclyn reached her hand out and carefully helped Angela back onto her feet.
"Ugh, well, that's annoying," Angela said and turned her body around, "I hope she didn't cling to my clothes too much."
Contrary to Angela's hopes, the back of her skirt was now stained with an exact replica of Mary's melted face, from the pink of her mouth to her goopy eyes.
"Pffff- BAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!" Katrin burst out in uproarious laughter at the sight, nearly falling out of her chair. Everyone else tried to keep their laughter in check for at least of couple seconds, none of them were able to contain themselves at the sight of an indignant Angela with a Mary-patterned booty. Angela's face turned bright pink and she crossed her arms. She already knew there was no way to preserve her dignity, let alone Mary's, so she just let the laughter ride out.
"You know, Angela," Charlotte said through her giggles, "Mary will probably want to be restored with her face. You might need to take zat skirt off."
"Wha-?! Are you suggesting I strip in front of everyone! No thank you!" Angela replied.
"A-Actually," Rose said, suddenly much more serious, "I think Chapter M, Section 23 of the Safety Handbook says that if a significant portion of a melted employee has soaked into a piece of cloth, then that piece of cloth should, uh... be removed... and... uh..." Rose trailed off, intimidated by Angela's 'don't you dare say another word' glare.
"Ooooooooooh," Katrin, Jaclyn, and Johanna all reacted in unison.
"Zose are ze rules," Charlotte practically sang, "Better do it before it soaks into your undies."
Angela took in a sharp inhale, then a slow exhale. "That is correct. And, like a good employee, I shall dutifully remove the affected article of clothing."
And so, she did. With her face burning hot enough to melt another employee, she swiftly stripped down to just her unmentionables and thanked whatever deities there may be that she didn't decide to wear anything frilly that day.
"There. Now, make sure to consolidate every part of the poor melted sap," said Angela with more than a hint of contempt in her voice. She tossed her sullied clothing into pile of Mary.
"Very professional," remarked Charlotte.
"Shut it."
"Hey, I think she's solid now," Jaclyn said, leaning forward and poking the mass of Mary. Just as predicted, Mary was now simply an oddly patterned sheet of cute girl on the floor. Her body twitched slightly where Jaclyn had touched her, as well as it just quivering in general. Now that she was solid once again, the freedom of being liquid had ceased. Her unfamiliar shape felt more restricted then ever, only letting her squirm ever so slightly and squeak a bit. There was something slightly soothing about not having distinct areas of her body, but the discomfort of this unfamiliar shape were now much more apparent. Additionally, her erogenous zone was now spread out to a greater area than usual, increasing her arousal but giving her no way to relieve that tension. And, on top of all that, she really needed to check her Twitter.
"Good," said Angela, "Now we can peel her off and get out of here." Angela nearly bent over and started doing it herself, but then remembered that she was only in her underwear. "Charlotte, would you like to do the honors?"
"Of course, darling," Charlotte happily obliged. She bent down and deftly worked a finger underneath a corner of the flat mass of Mary. With the skill of someone who had probably done this way too many times before and a loud schhhhhhirrrrrp, she peeled Mary off the floor like a giant sticker. She then rolled the abstract, Mary-esque design up like a scroll, shoving Angela's discarded clothing into the roll for easy transportation.
"And that concludes the demonstration," droned Angela with a mere fraction of the enthusiasm she had at the start of the demonstration, "Now get back to work you fucking animals."
The gaggle of girls stood up and left, overall much more happy going out than they were going in.
"Vell, I should probably get zis one fixed too," Charlotte said, tapping the tightly rolled scroll of Mary against the palm of her hand, "Zough I could use a new rug in mein apartment..."
"She has a job to do, so she better be back to work by Monday."
"Of course, big scawy boss lady," Charlotte teased and tapped Angela on the head with the day's unfortunate volunteer. She got to the door, then paused and looked back. "Oh, und let me know if you need to borrow a lab coat or somezing to cover yourself on ze trip home," she added before quickly slipping behind the door.
Angela stood alone, her arms crossed under her partially exposed breasts.
"I really deserve a raise."