A Potion Place Story

by grapehyacinth

Carla hung over the Potion Place's counter, watching the tiny man sorting through his wares on the shelf. “Hi Mr. Wintergreen! Why did you make yourself so small?”

The storeowner clasped his hands over his ears. “Sh, Carla, your voice is really loud!”

The girl tittered and lowered her voice. “Oh, sorry!” She craned her neck to see him. “But why are you on the shelf?”

“It's so hard to bend down and sort through these tiny potion files. I find it easier to shrink down and get next to them to do it. This way it's kind of like sorting through a rack of posters, or...rugs...”

She straightened up. “Max likes when I'm small. One of the first things we do when we take the Ultimate Potion is to change sizes. I like when he's small too. Having my boyfriend in the palm of my hand can be a good thing.”

“I'll bet.” Mr. Wintergreen burst into light as he said this, and soon he stood behind the counter, normal-sized. “So what brings you by today? A friendly visit, or is there more to it?”

The brunette settled down on a stool. “Mr. Wintergreen, you know I love visiting you. You're so easy to talk to, you know all about magic, and,” she glanced around at the floor-to-ceiling shelves, “I wish I could work here.”

“You have college.”

“In the summer? On vacations? I'd love to learn.”

“You've learned a lot using the Potion.”

Carla made a face. “And you know I love it. But I'd love to learn the inner workings of magic. I want to know how to work with it.”

Lance Wintergreen looked thoughtful. “Hm. You might make quite an impressive assistant. I'll consider it.”

Clapping in delight, Carla hopped off the stool and started to read the labels of the various potions on the shelves. “'Tar? Be One with the Road'?” she read out loud.

“Yup. Take the potion, turn into tar.”

“Like, road tar?”

“Yup. Smooth black tar. Spread yourself around, get ready for fun.”

The girl pondered this for a moment. “I can just do that with the Ultimate Potion, though. It does anything.”

“Sure does.”

“So why have separate potions?”

Mr. Wintergreen cleared his throat and shifted some bottles on the countertop. “I have to make a living, Carla. But it's more than that. The Ultimate Potion gives you freedom. Think what you want to be, and you're it. You want to change back, you do. Many of my potions – like that tar one – you drink it, you're tar. That's it. No turning back until the potion wears off. It's a great thrill.”

Although Carla was always ready for a magic-related thrill, she wasn't quite sure about this particular one. “Sounds interesting. Although I'm not sure I want to be a road surface right now.”

The shop owner chuckled and set back to work. “How's it going with Gena, Caroline, and Lexi?”

Playing with a lock of hair, Carla replied, “They've been so helpful getting me acquainted with the Potion. We've had fun. I'm going to see them again this weekend – Gena's turning into an envelope and mailing herself cross-country to Lexi's house.”

“Yes, those girls enjoy mailing themselves. I hope she's using overnight delivery.”

Carla sighed. “I just wish I had a new potion to surprise them with.”

“After the Ultimate Potion, there's not much surprising them anymore. Especially Caroline.”

“True. She's probably even been a road.”

Mr. Wintergreen suddenly threw his hands up. “Oh, I have a new potion you might like!” He yanked a bottle off the shelf that read, 'Skin suit: Wear Your Friends'.

“Try this one!”

“Skinsuit?” Carla studied it. “We'd be stuck as one?”

“Ah, you'll wish it lasts longer than it actually does.”

“Uh...”

The store owner threw several different empty bottles at her. “Take these too. They'll add a whole other level to that potion.”

“What do they do?”

When Carla pulled the top off a transparent one, Mr. Wintergreen yelped happily, and he was sucked inside. She could see his eyes blinking through the plastic at her.

Panicking, Carla cried, “Mr. Wintergreen! Oh, I'm sorry! Are you okay? How do I get you out?”

His garbled voice came from inside, “Rub me!”

“Oh! Like a genie bottle,” Carla exclaimed as she rubbed. The bottle's occupant moaned and soon burst from the bottle as a colorful mist. It quickly solidified into Mr. Wintergreen, who stretched.

“Ah, that is always so invigorating!” he proclaimed.

“I guess you're okay?”

“Sure! Getting sucked into a bottle always puts a spin on things!”

It took a moment for Carla to discern whether he was serious. When she realized he was, she felt let down. “Why didn't I get sucked in too?”

“You're not on any potion. It'll work when you take what I gave you. And this new potion will cancel out the Ultimate Potion, if you happen to be on it. There's no changing back from this potion until it's good and ready for you to!”

Carla held up what was essentially a toothpaste tube. “Are these genie bottles that you're giving me?”

“Actually, they sort of are. I'm working on perfecting them. They're very comfortable.”

Carla did not ask why he was working on creating genie bottles. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. Sometimes she wondered what went on in the Wintergreens' lives when Lance wasn't lounging behind his store counter.

Carla paced back and forth in her apartment, checking her watch. Caroline was going to pick her up on her way to Lexi's, but she wanted to try out the potion with Caroline first. Caroline was the most adventurous of the group of friends. She would be willing to try anything magic-related.

The doorbell rang, startling her. “It's unlocked, Caroline. Come on in!” Carla called out. But instead of the door swinging open, something was pushed underneath.

Carla went over to investigate. Oddly enough, a newspaper lay on the floor. “I don't get a newspaper,” she said out loud. She picked it up, while checking outside to see if anyone was around.

Not a single person was in the area.

“Special delivery!” the newspaper suddenly yelled.

Carla shrieked, dropping the offending object to the floor. “Caroline! You scared the hell out of me!”

“Hey girl!” smiled the paper.

Carla hastened to pick up her friend. “Okay. Tell me why you're a newspaper...with a face. A creepy face...”

The paper winked up at her. “It's fun?”

“Uh...”

“Flip through my pages! Go ahead! You deserve a good read today!”

“How do you give yourself writing like that? I mean, articles, and–” Carla cut herself off as she actually read the main headline.

'CAROLINE!' it read. The rest of the article continued, as 'Caroline. Caroline Caroline Caroline! Caroline! Caroline!!' . “Every single word on you is 'Caroline',” Carla noted aloud. She flipped through her giggling friend nonetheless. “Well, that's very original.”

“Is that sarcastic or not?”

“I'm not even sure, Caroline.”

“Well, I think I make great reading material!” The newspaper grew globular and finally took human form. Caroline now stood before her, but she was not quite right.

“Caroline, I think you forgot the newsprint.”

Caroline glanced down at herself to note that she still had printed 'Carolines' running over her skin and clothes. “Hey! I like this look! Maybe I'll keep it a while!”

“I think it's freaky. Especially because even your hair has words in it.”

“No kidding! I should show this to Mr. Wintergreen!” She ran over and examined herself in a wall mirror, tugging at her hair as it shone in the light. “This would be some fashion statement. Mr. Wintergreen should bottle this and get it in the stores.”

“Newsprint potion?”

“No, just a way to make words form in your hair.”

Carla grew silent. Caroline could get pretty wacky at times. She wasn't sure if she were serious about this or not. Most likely she was.

Twisting away from the mirror, Caroline said, “So, kid, what did you have to show me?”

Carla picked up the potion bottle from where it lay with the 'genie' bottles on the table. “This.”

“What is it?”

Carla explained its purpose, and Caroline's eyes lit up. “It counteracts any potion? I'll be stuck until it wears off? Awesome! Let's try it!”

“You want to use it first?”

“Of course! Give me!” Caroline reached for the bottle and studied the small print on the label. “'Lean over your friend or lover and let yourself go!'” She almost blushed. “Wow, getting a little frisky with these labels, Mr. Wintergreen! This sounds almost erotic!”

Thinking twice about what they were about to embark upon, Carla stuttered, “Maybe I'll do this with Max instead.”

“Oh, please, lie down. You do enough things with these potions and nothing's off-limits anymore. Now let me be your clothes, or whatever this does.” She gulped down a large amount of potion and wiped it from her mouth. “I guess the more you have, the longer it lasts, huh? Perfect. This should last for days!” She did not wait for a response. Instead, she leaned over Carla, who now lay nervously on the floor. Caroline's body jolted, and she announced, “Oo! Here I go!”

Her skin grew shiny, and suddenly her whole form collapsed in a splash of color. Landing right on Carla's belly button, Caroline slithered over Carla's body, coating nearly every part. “How high up on you should I go?” her disembodied voice rang out.

Carla was extremely anxious now. Caroline felt nice flowing over her, but the idea of her covering her face scared her. How would she breathe?

“Stop at my neck.”

“Neck down. Got it. Oh, I'm hardening a bit.”

This was a new worry for Carla. “You can't harden too much or I won't be able to move.”

“I assume Mr. Wintergreen's perfected this, Carla. Don't worry. Oh, I think I'm finished!”

The young girl stared down at herself. Her friend was now a perfect garment, tight and latex-like, covering every part of her below the neck. “You're seamless!” exclaimed Carla.

The suit wriggled happily. “Feels great, too. I have to do this with Ryan.”

“You haven't yet?”

“Well, we've done all kind of clothes, but not like this. Mmm. I'm latex-y. Touch me, Carla.”

Gingerly, Carla ran her hand down her leg, which made both of them shudder. “I feel amazing through you!”

“And I'm so sensitive like this,” Caroline purred. “We should get over to Lexi's and let her and Gena try this out.”

“How do we take you off? You can't really move, right? Can you re-form?”

Caroline shifted around a bit. “Well, I can move, but I can't change back into a person. I'm trying. Hey, why don't you just wear me over to Lexi's?”

Carla glanced over at the 'genie' bottles. She had a feeling she knew what they were for now. She grabbed them, tossed them in a bag, and the girls were on their way.

Lexi opened the door to see Carla by herself. She wore a very odd outfit.

“Talk about skin-tight,” she said with a hint of distaste. “Is that a new college fad or something?”

A face formed in the skinsuit somewhere in the vicinity of Lexi's stomach. “Lexi, don't be such a bitch to her. And yes, I'm the height of fashion!”

“You're wearing Caroline, huh?” Lexi chuckled. “Well, that's a whole other story. Come on in.”

Carla followed Lexi inside and shut the door behind her. “What's the deal with being so covered up? I mean, how do you do anything if your fingers are even covered?”

“I'd like to cover her face too,” Caroline uttered. “I'm not sure she's ready to do that yet.”

“Will she be able to breathe?”

“We'll have to see. It's a new potion.”

“A new potion?” Their friend Gena walked in from the other room, looking dubious. “What kind of potion could possibly outdo the Ultimate Potion?”

“The scientist is always standing up for her work,” Lexi said to Carla. “Don't worry, Gena. Nothing's better than your potion.”

Gena rolled her eyes. “Where's Caroline? I thought she was bringing you, Carla.”

“She did.”

“Okay, what is she? A fingernail?”

The skinsuit snorted. “I'm right here, Gena.”

Studying Carla's garment, Gena stated, “Well, that looks comfy.”

“She is really comfortable to wear. It's weird. I feel more sensitive through her.”

“And every inch of my form is sensitive as hell, Gena. You guys should try it. Carla got this potion from Mr. Wintergreen. Since it overrides the Ultimate Potion, you're a skinsuit until it wears off.”

Gena circled Carla, poking at Caroline and making both girls giggle. “But, this is all it does? It makes you a peach-colored skinsuit?”

Caroline pondered this. “I don't know. I haven't tried anything else in this form. Here...” She scrunched up her face, creating crinkles in the material across Carla's torso.

“You're turning blue!” Lexi cried in delight.

“Cool!” Caroline exclaimed.

“Okay, so you can be different color skinsuits. What else?”

Caroline groaned. “Oh, Gena, if you want to experiment, you be one too.”

“Fine. Where's the potion?”

Carla fished up her bag and pulled out the potion bottle. She almost dropped it due to Caroline's making her fingers so slippery.

Gena examined the label closely, snickering. “Boy, Mr. Wintergreen's getting wild with these things. So we're stuck in this form until it wears off?”

“Yup.”

“No changing?”

“Supposedly not.”

“Did you try?”

Caroline was growing annoyed. “Gena, I tried to turn back to myself and I couldn't. But you see if you can do any better.”

Taking a small gulp and swishing it before swallowing, Gena wiped at her mouth. “He definitely improved the taste of his potions. Oo!” Gena grabbed at her stomach. “Gotta change!” She pulled at Lexi. “Get on the ground so you can wear me.”

“Joy.” Reluctantly, Lexi began to bend, but Gena nudged her to the floor. “I'm going to change on the floor if you don't hurry up.”

“I wonder if that would work,” Caroline mused as she watched.

Lexi lay on her back, watching Gena flicker above her. “This could be construed as nasty, you know,” she pointed out as Gena began to melt. “Like, sexually.”

“Sh, Lexi. Let me enjoy transforming. This potion's giving me a wonderful one.”

Gena was now a skin-colored mass flowing over her friend. She pooled in and around every nook and cranny. “Want me to turn over so you can get to my back, Gena?” Lexi asked, but she quickly realized it was not necessary as Gena had already gotten there and was tightening against her flesh.

“You should have taken your clothes off before wearing me,” Gena suggested as she finished changing.

Lexi laughed nervously. She couldn't tell Gena, but she didn't think there were any clothes left. All she felt was Gena's smoothness gripping her skin ever so slightly, and it was highly stimulating.

“How does it feel, Gena?” Carla called.

Gena took several seconds to reply. “I love it. It's very...satisfying.”

“You do feel good,” Lexi finally admitted. She inadvertently ran her hands together, making Gena yelp.

“Do that again!”

Lexi complied.

“Oh, God! I'm so sensitive like this! You guys have to try it!”

Carla gazed at her, a look of obvious jealousy on her face. “We'll need to get you guys off, first.”

“Not yet!” Gena exlaimed. “I need some time!”

But Carla wanted to experience more. She took a deep breath. “Okay, Caroline. Cover me.”

“You mean go over your head?”

“Yes.”

After another titter as her own garment shifted, Lexi gasped, “Carla, how will you breathe?”

Gena chortled. “I'm sure you'll be fine or Mr. Wintergreen would have warned you.”

“You're probably right. But be ready to pull back if I can't, Caroline.”

“No problem. Here I come.”

Carla quivered both in fear and anticipation as Caroline's substance flowed up her neck and over her chin. It felt wonderfully delightful, and she inhaled deeply at the sensation.

“Okay. Mouth time,” Caroline announced. She flowed over Carla's bottom lips, then around to the top, leaving her friend's mouth free.

“Oh, I guess it's fine,” said Carla, as Caroline worked her way around her nose. The liquid momentarily covered her eyes, which startled the girl momentarily, but then it thinned away. Soon she could see through them again, and Caroline concluded the process by engulfing Carla's head.

“Sealed up tight, Carla!” Caroline proclaimed, obviously pleased with herself.

Lexi and Gena gazed at her. “Well?”

“It's weird. I'm inside of Caroline,” Carla murmured.

“No obnoxious jokes now,” Lexi warned, her eyes twinkling.

“No, it feels good. It's...comforting.”

Lexi nodded. “I agree. I do feel good being surrounded by you, Gena. You want to cover me all the way too?”

“Sure.”

Soon both girls were completely covered in their friends. “Interesting,” Lexi pointed out. “Carla, looks like you have Caroline's blue eyes.”

Carla ran to the mirror and gasped. “I see that. And I look really spooky with no hair. I wonder if we can do something about that?”

The two girls that were presently skinsuits began to shift around and experiment. Two completely different outcomes resulted.

Carla was now Caroline. She stared at herself in the mirror in confusion. “Caroline, you're a skinsuit version of yourself, and I'm wearing you? How did you do that?”

“I don't know. But you're me now. Well, you look like me, at least.”

Carla looked over at her other friends in surprise. “And I think Lexi is a rosebush covered in latex.”

The rosebush chuckled. “I sure am. You like covering me in this form, Gena?”

“Love it. Great idea.”

Carla realized that the lone red blossom on the rosebush had a face.

“I still have Ultimate Potion in me,” it said in Lexi's voice, “and I was curious if Gena could change around me. She did.”

“I love the way I cover all your branches, and the thorns and flowers give me so much surface area!”

Carla pushed her new Caroline-hair behind her ears. “What made you decide to be a rosebush when I asked if a skinsuit-girl can grow hair?”

“I just felt like I needed to turn into something too. The Ultimate Potion pushed me into transforming, so I did. And it's great. Can you guys put us in the sun?”

“Can you photosynthesize through me, Lexi?” Gena asked with interest.

“Oh, I am. I actually feel it. Not as much as I would without you, but it's fine.”

“I'll become more transparent.” The peach film that was Gena became see-through, and the rosebush now looked wet and glistening.

“Oh, that's nice. That sun is nice on me. Water me, Carla, please?”

Carla walked over and poured a glass of water over the rosebush, which made Gena sputter. The girl that now looked like Caroline watched the water bead and pour off of the latex-covered branches.

“We have to get the guys to do this. Now,” said her skinsuit.

“Caroline, they're bowling! Why don't you leave them alone for once? They never get a chance to do anything normal with other people!” Lexi yelled from her pot.

“They can bowl later,” her latex coating said. “Get them over here right now.”

Julian, Ryan, Max, and Jim stood in the doorway. Julian, Lexi's boyfriend, looked confused. Jim, Gena's husband, appeared somewhat rattled, as did Max.

Ryan was annoyed.

“What are you crazies doing now? Can't I just finish bowling? Where's Caroline? What are you wearing, Carla? Like, a latex body-stocking?”

Caroline, back to being Carla's blue neck-high skinsuit, frowned. “I'm right here, Ryan, and we were trying to surprise you!” she cried indignantly, again from Carla's torso.

Ryan sidled up to Carla, who was grinning as if she would burst. He poked at his girlfriend, which made Carla smile even more.

“Stop it, Ryan. Carla feels when you poke me too.”

“I like you like that, Caroline. Sexy as hell. Get off her and do it to me!”

“Not that you deserve it, but I can't,” Caroline replied, some satisfaction evident in her tone.

A worried Jim spouted out, “Why can't you get off of her?”

“It's a new potion!” came Lexi's voice from near the window.

Julian peered around the room. “Lexi? Where are you?”

“Wearing me!” answered Gena.

Jim paced the room, studying each object he came across. “I don't see either of you. Are you merged?”

Lexi's laugh bubbled forth as the shining rosebush on the sill began to expand. Its protective 'coating' changed with it, until Lexi stood before them, encased in a shuddering, mother-of-pearl-like skin.

“I made us rainbow-colored,” exclaimed Gena.

“Wow,” Jim said, circling his girlfriend and her friend. “You're covering her completely, but I see her through you, Gena.”

Gena abruptly changed, and now Lexi looked like Gena.

“Awesome! So you can change appearance as a a skinsuit.”

“But she can't change form. She's really a coating,” Lexi said through Gena's mouth.

Jim sat down on the couch, not taking his eyes from the girl that looked like his wife. “So, Mr. Wintergreen made this potion?”

“Yup,” came Lexi's voice, and the Gena/Lexi woman settled down beside Jim. “And it overpowers the Ultimate Potion. You drink this, you're stuck until the potion wears off.”

“How long does it last?” asked Max.

“Don't know. The more you drink, the longer it does,” explained Carla.

Ryan frowned. “How do I get Caroline off Carla if I don't know how long it lasts? I want my girlfriend to wear me!”

Silently, Carla crossed the room and grabbed her bag. She opened up the transparent toothpaste tube-like bottle, opened it, and aimed it directly at Caroline.

“Weeee!” the girl shrieked as she was sucked inside. The tell-tale pair of eyes peeked at them through the bottle. “Do it again!” came Caroline's garbled voice.

Ryan, a hungry look in his eyes, retrieved the bottle from Carla. “I guess that's a creative way to take off a skinsuit. Can I put her on me?”

Carla nodded. “Try it. This tube-thing is like a genie bottle. So are those other bottles on the table.”

“So what do I do to–”

“Rub me!” Caroline shrilled from inside.

“Don't mind if I do.” Ryan stretched himself out on the couch, then opened the bottle and rubbed it vigorously. A mist of color exploded out with a victorious “Yes!” and he guided the bottle up and down his body. This spread his condensing girlfriend all across him, and she solidified around him.

Both Ryan and Caroline moaned happily at the result.

Ryan began to stroke himself. “I think it would be nice if you were blue, my nice little skinsuit.”

“I was before!” it protested, but became a midnight blue nonetheless.

“Ah!” both shuddered as Ryan ran a finger from his neck to his knee.

“Get a room, guys!” Max muttered. But he grabbed a bottle and aimed it at Carla.

Nothing happened.

“Why didn't you get sucked in?” he cried.

She smiled, taking the bottle from him. “I'm not on a potion. Want me to be?”

“If you'll be my genie.”

She gazed at the bottle in her hands. It might be nice to be all cuddled inside, she decided. “What the heck!”

She ingested a sip of potion. “I don't feel diff– Oh, my God! I have to change!”

Max ran towards her. “Wait! Do it on me!”

“I can't really control it...Aaa!” Carla now lay on the floor, a colorful puddle of latex. “Oo.”

Getting down on his knees, Max gazed into the twisting, swirling mass. “I'm going in,” he murmured.

The latex welcomed him into its depths and crept over him, surrounding him and hardening into a thin layer. “You feel so good changing around me, Carla,” he whispered. “Keep up the good work.”

“I love surrounding you,” she answered, growing still as her change completed.

Max rose, gazing down at the pink suit he now wore. “Why pink, Carla?”

“Is this better?”

Now Carla was gold and shimmery.

“If he's going to a seventies party, it is!” Ryan called from his couch. His skinsuit had changed so he now looked liked Caroline.

Max picked up a bottle, holding it up tantalizingly. “Ready for a ride?”

“Yes!” Carla squealed, and seconds later, she felt a great suction pulling at her.

For a moment, she struggled to keep her form, but the bottle's pull was too great. It ripped her from Max, crushing and liquifying her, and she was soon ensconced in the bottle.

And no part of the process was uncomfortable. It was a wonderful rush, and she loved how compact and protected she felt inside her bottle. Too bad she couldn't stay here forever.

“Oh, wow! I love how you're in here!” Max rubbed hard at the bottle, and the whole process was quickly reversed. For a moment, Carla floated above her boyfriend as a cloud, but he pulled her toward him. “Turn into my clothes!” he demanded, and she found herself becoming a very happy garment once more.

Meanwhile, Lexi sat up, wondering why Gena was flickering around her.

“I think the potion's wearing off,” said Jim.

“I think so too.” Gena was running off of Lexi and pooling around her feet. Soon she was growing taller, and then she re-formed as her human self.

She stretched, then went over to embrace her husband. “That was quite nice,” she told him.

“My turn?” he asked, picking up the potion bottle.

“Hope no one's sick here,” Lexi mumbled, “we're all drinking from the same bottle.”

Gena ignored her. “Your turn, Jim!”

“You go take some Ultimate Potion first. I want to be all over you while you turn into things.”

Gena smiled. “Sounds like a very good idea.”

Julian held the bottle up to Lexi. “You always wear me, Lexi,” he said lovingly. “Would you like me to wear you this time?”

Lexi accepted the bottle with a smirk. “You want me in a genie bottle too, huh?”

“Only if you want that.”

Lexi glanced over at Max and Carla, who were alternating between squirting Carla from the bottle and sucking her back in. “I'm not sure I do, honestly.”

“I know. You're kinda claustrophobic.”

“And I'm sure I'd be fine with the potion in me, but I'd rather not.”

“Got it. No sucking Lexi into bottles.”

Lexi took a very small sip and licked her lips. “Feels nice. Here I go!”

Julian tugged at her liquifying figure and succeeded in pulling her over himself like a blanket. She adapted to his contour, hugging him tightly. “Cover you completely?”

“Yes, and make me look like you.”

Soon a new Lexi stood up, groping at herself when she thought no one was watching.

“Wow,” came Julian's voice from Lexi's mouth. “The feel of you on my bare skin is indescribable.”

“I know, isn't it?”

“I'm naked under here somehow. Where are my clothes?”

“I guess the potion makes them go away? Maybe when I come in contact with them?”

“Mr. Wintergreen thinks of everything!” Julian marveled.

Ryan came running towards them, holding Caroline in a bottle. “Hey Julian, try Caroline on for size!”

“I'm already wearing Lexi–”

Nonetheless, Ryan squirted his girlfriend onto Julian and Lexi. The liquid Caroline hit their chest and dripped down towards their legs before coagulating. The thickening mass then spread all around, encasing both boyfriend and girlfriend.

“Now we're all Caroline!”

Ryan placed down the bottle, chuckling. “Caroline made you all look like Caroline. Good.”

“Lexi, are you okay in there?” Julian asked worriedly.

She giggled. “We're like a sandwich and I'm the meat. It's nice. I thought it would be scary trapped inside, but I feel right at home, protecting Julian.”

“Protecting Julian from Caroline!” Max called over with a laugh.

Ryan grabbed another bottle from the table. “Let's save him!”

“Nooo!” cried Lexi and Caroline, but both were sucked into the bottle.

Julian ran over and grabbed it from his hands. “No, Ryan! Lexi didn't want that! She's claustrophobic!” He rubbed at the bottle. “Don't worry, Lexi! I'm getting you out!”

Caroline moaned, “Oh yeah. That hit the spot.”

The bottle spit out a flickering mass. Lexi separated from it, shaking and human once more.

Julian grabbed her. “Are you okay?”

She accepted his embrace. “Yes. It was scary, honestly, because I wasn't ready for it. But I'm fine.”

“Spoilsport,” mumbled the pool of Caroline on the floor.

“Sorry Lexi, I didn't know,” Ryan uttered, kicking at his girlfriend. A bit of her gooey form stuck to his shoe. “How much of that stuff did you drink, Car? Lexi turned back pretty quickly.”

“Plenty!” she tittered. “Lexi barely stuck her tongue in it.”

“Thank God,” muttered Julian. “Come, Lexi. You wear me now.” Julian took a sip of potion and led his girlfriend away.

“Ryan, sometimes you're a dumbass,” Caroline remarked. “Now take some potion and cover me like this. We'll be a double-layered puddle.”

“Whatever. I shoulda stayed bowling.”

“Gena, I do like the way I feel covering you like this. I'm so sensitive, I like that I make you feel so good, but...isn't the potion driving you crazy and making you want to change?”

Gena lay back, rubbing her arms blankly. Having just taken the Ultimate Potion, her body indeed had been aching to change. She knew her husband was enjoying his time as her skin suit, so she settled on small changes that he wouldn't notice, like becoming slightly harder or softer, or changing parts of herself to stone. But she was thankful he had mentioned this. She craved a full-body transformation.

Her reply was to completely change to stone.

“Ah, I feel you hardening. You're a lovely, smooth statue. But you feel so cold.”

“I'm marble.”

“And your surface is perfect. What next?”

“Let's stretch you!” The statue grew larger and larger, and the skinsuit laughed and shuddered as it did.

“Nice! Oh! But Gena, we're going to get so heavy that we'll fall through the floor!”

Gena answered by shrinking to thumbnail size.

“Wait! I can't keep up with you!” There was so much of Jim that Gena was lost in him. He fought to reduce his size and eventually was able to satisfactorily coat his tiny wife. “I like this, Gena. It's a welcome change from just transforming whenever we want. I like that I'm stuck in this form.”

“Part of your adventurous scientist soul, right, Jim?” Gena squeaked.

“You sound like a mouse!”

“I am one!”

Jim chuckled as he felt his form adjust to the furry rodent his wife had become. The feeling of stretching with her as her tail formed was particularly titillating.

She made a mad dash across the floor, and her muscles rippling beneath him rendered him blissful. “Change again!” he demanded.

“I'm a caterpillar!”

“Wriggle around!”

She did.

“Oh, I love it! Be big!”

Gena became a chair, and Jim adapted to her new form.

Ryan, gulping down some potion, said, “You make a nice chair, Gena. Very fancy.”

“Join us!” Jim called.

Ryan stood back, apparently deep in thought. “Wait a sec.”

He gathered up Max, Carla, and Caroline into a bottle and squirted them onto the chair. Once they had covered it completely, he joined them.

“We're so many layers!” Caroline cried in glee.

“You know what you need to do, Gena,” Jim said from under all the others.

“What?”

“Melt.”

Gena allowed herself to melt into a latex-like substance, and the whole group splattered to the floor. Everyone was momentarily silent, simply reveling in the experience of being a layered mass.

“Woah,” Ryan finally mumbled, “this is deep.”