Dana and Terry lay on the floor in the living room. The music was still playing, but they were done dancing. Both their drinks were done, as were several others. Terry had made sure they kept hydrated; Dana more than him, as evidenced by her sloshing tummy that bulged nearly three quarters of a foot from her supine frame.

"This carpet feels amazing," Dana said.

Terry agreed, "Yeah. Ecstasy does that to everything." He stroked Dana's belly and she giggled.

"I can feel waves emanating from your touch across my whole body," she said.

"With the amount of water you drank I'm sure we could make some waves within you," Terry said and placed his palm against her belly.

Dana's eyes got wide. "Don't you dare," she said.

Terry just grinned at her and gave a strong but gentle push. Dana's body rocked to the side and then fell back. Her belly didn't come with her. Instead of rolling over, Dana made a hasty decision to detach her belly. Between her ribs and hips was now a bowl of skin. Dana had a look of triumph as the ovoid shape of her tummy rolled away, ultimately coming to rest against the door to the apartment.

Terry laughed. "Nice," he said.

Dana laughed too. She stuck her hands into the void where her belly used to be, feeling around the sides and down into the bottom. "Wow, I didn't know I could do that," she said.

"Do what?" Terry asked. His hand joined hers in exploring her bowl.

"Take off pieces like that," she replied. "Hang on. I wanna see what it looks like." Dana tried to sit up, but nothing happened. Against the apartment door her belly wobbled a bit as her abs contracted, but with them detached from the rest of her it had little effect. Dana cursed. She held up and arm. "Help me up."

Terry sat up, grasped Dana's hand, and pulled her up to a seated position. She still had her lats, so she was able to keep upright, but had to lean forward for fear of falling back. "This is freaking awesome", Dana said. She pressed a hand against the back of her hollow. "I can feel my spine."

"I'm a little confused," Terry said. "How exactly is this different from before?"

Dana explained. "Before, we took off full parts. You know, arms, legs, breasts. My belly isn't a full part; it's a piece of a part. It's not a full segment. Does that make sense?"

Terry still looked unsure. "I guess, but you've done it before. It's not a new thing."

"No I haven't," Dana insisted.

"Sure you did," Terry pressed. "You pulled out your cervix. That's as much a piece of your vagina slash uterus as your belly is a piece of your waist."

Dana paused, her hands resting on the edge of the space her belly used to occupy, just above her pelvis. "I guess you're right. It's a piece, but a well-defined piece; like my nipples, which you pulled off earlier."

Terry nodded. "That's right. What I'm wondering is if less well-defined pieces can be removed?"

"I'm not sure what you mean," Dana said.

"I mean can you detach something like your arm a few inches below your elbow? Or is it only at the well-defined boundaries?" asked Terry.

Dana opened her mouth to reply, but stopped, and reconsidered. "I don't know," she said.

"Well, try it," Terry suggested.

"Alright," Dana said she straightened up and extended her arm. Unfortunately she straightened up too far and started to tip back. Again, her belly wobbled by the wall as she tried to balance; she couldn't even curl her legs off the floor to counterbalance the weight of her torso. "Help," she pleaded as she started to fall.

Terry snagged her extended arm and caught her. "Maybe we should get my tummy back in," Dana suggested. "I'd be able to at least stay upright on my own then."

"Sure thing," Terry said. "Maybe you should lie down. It'll make it easier to get it in."

Dana agreed. "You might be right. Help me down. I'd prefer not to fall."

"Of course," Terry said. He gently lowered Dana to the ground then got to his feet.

Dana absentmindedly started moving her limbs on the carpet. She closed her eyes and was enjoying the drag on her extremities as she swept her arms and legs up and down. She felt Terry reach her belly and start it rolling back towards her. Then she heard his laughter. "That is trippy," he remarked.

Dana opened her eyes and tilted her head to look at him. "What's trippy?" she asked.

"You," Terry replied, "dragging your limbs across the floor. You don't even know you're doing it."

Dana stopped. "Doing what?"

"Your arms and legs," he said," they're curving and trailing behind the motion closer to your body."

Dana looked to the left and saw that even though he arm was sticking straight out at the shoulder, her hand was up above her head at about a sixty degree angle against the bend of her elbow. Her upper arm had a bit of deflection in it, but the majority was below the elbow. Dana laughed as well. She looked to the other side when she had been bringing her arm up. The situation was similar except her arm curved down.

"Let me give you a better view," Terry suggested. He crouched near Dana's head and grasped it. There was a slight pop as he tugged and Dana's head came off. Knowing what was going to happen, Dana closed her eyes. Slowly, so as not to disorient her, Terry turned her head over so she could look down at her body. It was still a bit nauseating, but manageable.

Dana cracked her eyes open when the motion stopped. She was staring right down at herself. It looked like she had been swirled. There was no other way to describe it. When she had stopped, all her limbs had either been moving or had moved in the same direction. The end result was that it looked like someone had turned her torso and her limbs had grudgingly followed.

"I'm a frikken piece of art!" Dana exclaimed. "It's like something painted by Salvador Dali."

Terry chuckled. "Now, now babe, you're not a clock. Let's get you in one piece so she can experiment a little more."

Dana snapped. "Right, partial detachment. Yes." Dana straightened her limbs and lifted her arms to take her head from Terry. "Pass me my head. I'll attach it while you get my tummy in."

"Sounds good," Terry agreed and handed Dana her head.

Dana carefully brought her head down to her body. She brought it down first to her chest, nestled it between her breasts so she could shift her grip, then brought it up to rest on the floor above her body. To avoid getting her shoulder length hair in the way, she extended her arms almost completely then brought her head closer to her shoulders, her hair dragging behind.

While Dana oriented her head, Terry picked up her belly which he found surprisingly heavy. Twenty litres of water wasn't easy to carry especially when it wasn't in a solid container. Handling Dana's belly was like handling a massive piece of jello. He managed to get it lined up with her body and lowered one end into her pelvis.

"That's upside-down and backwards," Dana said.

"Right, sorry." Terry said as Dana laced her fingers above her head. She pulled it down toward her body and there was a slight pop as things connected and her breath caught. The tingle she felt normally when reassembled was exponentially amplified on ecstasy.

Terry stepped over Dana's legs and slid the top of her belly up the bowl in her body to the bottom of her ribs, then lowered the other end into place. It was still backwards, but that was easily remedied. Using just his palms and pressure, Terry pulled up on one side of her belly and pushed down on the other. Dana shuddered at the feeling of her skin sliding against itself.

In short order, Dana's belly button came over the horizon of her tummy, and soon crested it. Terry asked if everything was aligned properly. Dana nodded, unable to speak, and Terry pushed down on her belly. The pop as it reconnected was deep, and resounded through Dana's being, making her gasp and jerk her arms and legs, as she became one piece again. It felt like fireworks were going off all over her body.

"Oh wow, that was intense." Dana said as she recovered from her reassembly, still twitching a bit.

"Apparently." Terry remarked. "You were convulsing there for a bit. I was worried."

"Can I have a minute to recover before we try anything else?" Dana asked.

"Take as much time as you need, babe," Terry said. "I'm going to go to the kitchen."

"What for?" asked the still-tingling Dana.

"I could use another drink. Not all of us drank five gallons of water." He nudged Dana's rotund middle with his foot.

"It wasn't exactly all my idea, mister," Dana said indignantly.

"True," Terry agreed as he walked away. "If I recall, it was my suggestion; but you were the one that kept drinking. Besides, I figured we might need some implements for later."

Dana’s became worried. "What do you mean by implements?"

Emily and Karl were having a fun time together. It turned out they were quite similar. They both had a passion and deep understanding of genomes. His was naturally more advanced than hers, having worked in the field and all. Emily felt smarter for having talked to him, which they had done for at least an hour amidst the noise and hubbub of the pub.

They were currently dancing. Not too many people were on the dance floor, so there was a decent amount of room. Karl, Emily was pleased to note was quite the dancer. The way he was moving displayed an athleticism that certainly piqued Emily's interest. She found herself wondering what he was hiding under his shirt.

On the other side of the fence, Karl was definitely enjoying himself. The cute girl he was supposed to be observing had shown interest in him, albeit in a ham-handed way, most likely spurred on by her drunken friends (all of whom had left shortly before, after depositing her bag under their table). Emily was definitely shy and socially awkward, but she had spunk, and a quick wit that made her a joy to talk with. Karl had a feeling he'd like her anyway even if their interests were entirely divergent; the fact that they weren't made it seem like they were almost made for each other. Karl wasn't one to believe in fate, but if he did he'd say they were meant to be together.

 The fiddle player was playing with such ferocity that her bow was near smoking. The dizzying dance increased to a frenzy to keep pace. Karl was able to keep up while Emily stumbled a bit, falling on to him. He caught her without missing a beat (which surprised him, maybe the beer had something to do with it) and pulled her back into the frenetic swirling.

As the near ten-minute medley ended, dancing stopped and a wave of applause rolled through the pub. On the dance floor chests were heaving as the dancers recovered, just as glad for the break as the fiddler was. It was surprising how much energy one can burn in such a short period of time.

Emily and Karl left the floor and returned to their table to rest. After a few minutes Emily straightened up and said, "It's late, and I have an early class tomorrow."

Karl looked at his watch. It was 11:30. He hadn't been given the clear signal yet. He needed to keep her out longer. He was just supposed to warn the others when she was on her way back. If he could buy them some extra time it would reflect well on him; besides, the next natural step of the evening was staring him right in the face and it was one that he found himself wanting to take. "How about instead we take a walk and grab a coffee?"

Emily was thrilled. This was going so well. She really did have and early class the next day, but knowing Dana and Terry, they were probably still in the thick of things. Besides, Karl had actually asked her. Emily could count on one hand the number of times a guy, not even a cute one, had asked her out for coffee. It would be a shame to waste the opportunity.

"Okay," she agreed, "but I have to be home by one or my clothes turn back into rags."

"What?" Karl asked.

"Cinderella? No?" Karl shrugged. Emily shook her head. "Never mind. Let's take a walk."

"It's not working," Dana said. She focused harder, but nothing happened. Dana shook her head. She was trying unsuccessfully to disconnect half her forearm using her will alone.

She looked at Terry and nodded. "Do it."

Terry lifted the knife to Dana's arm and pressed the blade softly against her skin. "Alright, try and focus on the blade, and yourself giving way to it. Don't try too hard or it won't happen. Your body knows what to do, you just have to let it."

Dana looked up at him blandly. "You are so talking out your ass. You have no idea how to do this."

"You are entirely correct," Terry agreed. "Am I close to what it's like?"

"In the general vicinity," Dana replied, grinning. She took a breath, pursed her lips and blew it out again. "Okay, slowly draw the knife back."

Terry did so, barely putting any pressure on the blade. He held his breath. Dana started to grin again. There was no blood, and the knife had definitely cut into her arm. "More," she said. Terry sawed the knife back and forth once more. Now the blade had cut deeply into Dana's arm, at least three quarters of an inch; still no blood, yet definitely down to the bone. Terry started to grin too.

"This is freaking amazing," he said.

"I know," Dana agreed, "it's my arm. Don't saw, just press." Terry complied and pushed the knife the rest of the way through her arm.

Dana's hand and four inches of her forearm fell into Terry's lap. Dana held her arm up and looked at the uneven cut it was very different from the natural separation she had done up until this point; that had left a smooth surface. This mechanical separation left a grain in her flesh in the direction of motion of the blade. She could see the sawing marks and tell precisely where Terry had switched to pressing straight through.

Terry put down the knife and picked up Dana's hand out of his lap by the stump of her arm. Her fingers were curled in the natural relaxed fashion that fingers do when not actively being used. He turned it so the hand faced up. Dana's wrist bent and her hand flopped back, fingers splaying a bit as gravity pulled her hand open.

"Ha," Terry barked, startling Dana. "It looks like Thing form the Addams Family."

Dana shook her head. "Too much arm," she said and took her hand and forearm from Terry. "I wouldn't be able to walk it around on my fingertips like in the movie, there's too much weight there. I can feel it." She aligned the parts of her arm; the unevenness of the cut made it easy, and reattached it. The tingling was still amplified, but it paled in comparison to when her belly was put in. It still sent tingles racing up her arm.

"Pass me the knife, would you Terry?" Dana asked.

"Sure," Terry said as he picked up the knife and handed it to her. "What are you going to try?"

"I'm going to try trimming my tits down a tad." Dana said and pulled off a breast. "I mean I love them and all and the attention they receive, but sometimes they are just too big to be practical. I'd like to be able to wear fun rather than industrial bras from time to time."

Terry nodded as Dana put the knife to her breast. "Yeah, that makes sense." He agreed as Dana carved off the greater portion of the mound of flesh, leaving slightly less than a handful. She eyed it critically, trimming off a few more portions, littering the table with bits of herself.

When she was finished, Dana pressed the remains of her breast against her chest.  It was a little angular, and the areolae were far too big, but it was serviceable. Terry burst out laughing. "Just a little lopsided there, hon," he remarked.

"Oh, shut up you." Dana chided. "I'm trying to find a practical use for my abilities. Thank you very much."

"I can think of a few we can try," Terry said.

"Non-perverted ones," Dana stipulated.

Terry was crestfallen. "Oh, well only a couple then."

Dana pursed her lips. "Somehow I thought so," she said, then grinned. "Me too."

Terry collected the bits of Dana's breast on the table, sweeping them into a little pile. Dana giggled. "That feels weird."

"How do you tell which piece is which?" Terry asked as he poked at the chunks of flesh.

"Touch," was Dana's simple answer. "I can feel where on my breast you're touching even when they're not attached." Dana leaned forwards and poked a few of her pieces. "For instance, this one and this one," she pointed at pieces on opposite side of the pile. "I know they go together because when I touch them it feels like someone is poking me with two fingers right next to one another." Dana jabbed Terry in the arm with two stiffened fingers to demonstrate.

"Oww," Terry said, rubbing where she poked. "What was that for?"

Dana picked up the two chunks she had located before. "Dunno, but I'm sure you'll do something to deserve it before too long." Dana put the two pieces in the same hand, with a bit of distance separating them. She focused on them, concentrating on being back to normal, like she had when her arm was far too short. She frowned when nothing happened.

"What are you trying to do?" Terry asked.

"When my arm was short, I concentrated on being normal and it kind of reset itself." Dana explained. "I was hoping, after seeing the cheese grater I'd be able to do the same here."

Terry scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm not sure what I was thinking when I picked that up."

"Or the ice cream scoop?" Dana asked.

"No, that was little boobie balls," Terry said.

Dana laughed. "Of course."

"Maybe try moving them closer together," Terry suggested. "Maybe your normalcy field, for lack of a better descriptor, has a range."

"Maybe," Dana agreed. She pushed one piece in closer to the other. When the pieces touched, the one she wasn't pinning with her finger twitched and rotated like a magnet aligning with a magnetic field. When the sides lined up properly they fused. "Oh wow, that's so cool." Dana breathed.

"Yeah," Terry agreed as Dana shifted her focus to the little pile on the table and it started to shift a bit as adjacent pieces moved. She stirred the chunks around, bringing more pieces into contact.

"Now I'm not so worried about that grater," Dana said. The several smaller pieces of her breast had resolved themselves into four larger chunks which she could easily piece together. She did so and attached the result to the lion's share of her tit still on the table. She was left with a jiggly sphere with a smaller sphere roughly cut out of it. "There, that's perfect. Now I just need a scoop the size of dessert bowl so i can do this on demand."

Terry snickered. "I'm sure we could find one online. You can find anything on eBay."

"It's something to consider." Dana said as she popped her diminished breast off her body and slipped it into the larger mass. It wasn't quite lined up, so Dana focused a bit. Sluggishly, due to the mass involved, she assumed, her sub-breast rotated slightly and sealed onto place. "Now about the last joint, and that ice cream scoop..."

Emily and Karl strolled through the darkened park. The moonlight glinted off the smooth surface of the lake, marred by the occasional duck wake. Karl had let his guard slip and revealed more about himself than he had initially wanted to, but it had just come out. He genuinely liked this girl.

"So your drug trial didn't go well, and that's why you came over to America?" Emily asked.

"There were some politics involved, but yes," Karl admitted. He hiked her back pack up on his shoulder. "I came over here to get a new start and hopefully continue my research eventually. I still have the knowledge and the formulae. I just needed to take a break from lab work, and an opportunity presented itself."

"So what exactly are you doing then?" Emily asked.

"Observation right now," Karl replied. "We're tracking people with specific markers and seeing how they interact with the real world."

"Oh." Emily sounded disappointed. "That doesn't sound fun. You aren't observing me, are you?"

Karl laughed. "No, you don't have any of the markers I'm looking for. Don't worry, my interest in you is purely non-scientific."

Emily smiled. "So it's physical then? I'm open to that."

Karl didn't know what to say. Was she inviting him to take advantage of her? "It's not just physical, I assure you."

"As long as it's partly physical," Emily said. "We can work on that."

She was gunning for him. Karl suddenly turned bashful. "What's with all this talk of physical love?" he asked.

Emily sighed. "My roommate and her boyfriend have been getting under my skin. They've gotten lots and dammit, I want my share."

Karl nodded. "As a rule I don't make love on a first date."

"Now I want you even more," Emily pouted.

Karl had to admit, she looked very cute like that.

"Holy fuck, that's some good shit," Terry said. Dana and him had finished the last joint a couple of minutes before and were almost at a point where they couldn't move.

"Yeah," Dana agreed. "I feel like I could just melt."

Terry snickered. "You might be able to, have you tried?"

Dana shook her head. "No. How do you figure I might be able to?"

Terry straightened up on the couch. "A liquid and a solid aren't that different. Liquids just don't have as strong a bond between their molecules. We know you can subdivided. Going liquid should be just like taking that to the next level."

"You might be right," Dana said. "That would be so cool. Let's try it. Not here though. I don't want to get soaked up into the carpet or anything."

"Bathtub?" Terry suggested.

Dana nodded. "Yeah, with duct tape over the drain. I don't want to end up in the sewer."

Terry agreed. "Yeah, that would be bad." He rocked back then forward and up onto his feet, almost going face first into the table. He quickly spread his arms for balance. "Woah, I am almost beyond high."

Dana laughed. "Almost?" she asked. "I am. Help me up. I don't know if I can stand on my own." She lifted a hand for Terry to grab. Her arm was drooping.

Terry grasped her hand and pulled. Dana didn't move, but her arm stretched. She and Terry both laughed. "It's like a cartoon," Terry said when he could. "You're like a cartoon character."

"What's up doc?" Dana asked doing a fair Bugs Bunny impression.

"Give me your other hand. Let's do this before we're both too high to move," Terry suggested. "I just keep going up."

"Shit, I know, right? I don't think I've ever been this high before," Dana noted. She lifted her other arm. "Give me a hand, I promise I'll get up this time."

Terry released her stretched arm and grasped her offered hand. "Okay," he said, "on three. One... Two... Three." On three he pulled and Dana stood. She rose to her feet and fell against Terry's chest with a bit of a smack, her arm going around his back. Her breasts seemed to spread out more than usual. She actually felt a little tacky.

"Okay, I'm up," Dana said. She pushed herself off Terry's chest. Her one hand hung about knee level. "I'll meet you in the bathroom," she said started making the journey to the tub. "The duct tape is above the fridge. Don't be long."

Dana didn't look right. Her breasts seemed to be less perky, and there was something about the way she moved. It seemed awkward. She seemed kind of droopy in general. "Are you okay babe?" Terry asked.

Dana paused. "I may have started trying to melt as soon as you mentioned it." Terry's eyes widened. "Now," Dana continued, "I'm going to get in the tub before I turn into a puddle of goo. Hurry or you'll miss the show." She gave a smile that left her mouth drifting lazily to the left side of her face and continued into the bathroom.

Terry quickly found the tape and rushed to the bathroom. This was one thing he did not want to miss. Dana had just put the plug in the tub. Terry quickly tore off a few pieces of tape and securely fastened it down. "All right, all done," he said.

Dana stepped into the tub, closed her eyes, and let herself go. Her feet flattened out and her legs started to bow. Her already lengthened arm grew longer until her hand (with fingers a couple of inches longer than normal) rested in the puddle that her feet were rapidly becoming. Her other arm grew longer as well while her crotch started to sink between her thighs.

The water that had been contained in her stomach started to leak out. It first appeared as perspiration but the volume quickly increased as the bonds that held Dana together loosened. A good deal of the water flowed down inside her body, falling out her crotch, or even down into her legs and out the bottom of her.

"This is so relaxing," Dana said with a mouth that was drifting off her face. Her jaw had receded and her forehead had grown larger as her eyes slipped onto her cheeks and her hairline started to pull back. She lifted a drooping arm and pushed her scalp back, revealing the rounded surface of her head. The scalp fell with a plop into the puddle behind her, dissolving into the tan goo. "You should join me."

"I can't melt like you can babe," Terry said, watching her breasts slide down her front. One of them completely detached and fell to the bottom of the tub with a splat. Bits of Dana splashed up onto the walls of the tub. Her form quivered. Evidently she liked being splashed about.

The mass of Dana's breast that had fallen broke apart. It fissured down the middle and fell apart. The two halves broke apart again and quickly melted into the pink puddle that Dana was becoming. Her areola, though, bobbed up to the surface; a rosy spot on a puddle of beige.

Dana laughed. Her face had run off what little remained of her head. All that was left of it was her neck. "That's not what I meant. I know that. I want you in the tub, with me. I want you to be inside me."

"You want me to bathe in you?" Terry asked.

"Yes," Dana said, her voice coming from where her breasts used to be. The features that had made her a woman, even human, were gone now; shed into a layer of living quasi-liquid that covered the bottom of the tub. Her left shoulder came away from her torso, followed swiftly by her right. Her arms all but disappeared on contact with the strange puddle. The lumps of her shoulders lasted slightly longer.

From the hips down, Dana's body was dissolved. She somewhat resembled a dressmakers dummy now, one for a pre-nubile girl. Her second breast had finished its journey down her body. All that remained of it was a second areola free-floating on the goo. It was hanging around her vulva which had come off her body proper a short while before. Together they seemed to be moving towards the nipple that had come off first. All her sex organs seemed to want to congregate.

Terry cautiously lifted a foot and put it down in his melting girlfriend. She was warm. He hadn’t been sure what to expect but for some reason he had thought she’d be hotter. Her consistency was akin to syrup, yet she seemed to group together like water on a hydrophobic surface. It felt very weird, yet extremely intimate. Terry had never physically been with anyone even remotely like this. Entangled limbs and sweaty hair, fingers twined together in ecstasy as groins ground against each other, yeah; but this was something else entirely.

Terry brought his other foot into the tub. Dana's wandering lips smiled. "That feels so weird," she said. "I’m not sure exactly where you’re touching me. I feel it in several places, and it keeps changing."  Terry shifted a foot within Dana and she gasped. "Oh, that was interesting."

Dana’s upright body was scarcely waist-high on Terry. Everything that had made her Dana had drifted down into the tub. Her primary and secondary sex organs had parted ways; her vulva floated in the deeper part of the tub, her nipples had come back up to the shallow end around Terry's feet. Her lips had floated to the right-hand side of the tub while her eyes went left. Sometimes a hint of a different part of Dana would emerge, only to dissolve away an instant later.

Terry put his hands on the edges of the tub and lowered himself down into Dana's warmth. She gasped as he settled into her. Her level rose several inches as Terry spread out, displacing her. She was floating atop a layer of the water that used to be inside her. Her liquid flesh came up to just below Terry's belly button. The tip of his cock just broke her surface.

Terry regarded the remains of his girlfriend. He lazily swirled a finger around Dana's nipples. At the side of the tub, Dana bit her lower lip. Her eyes popped open when Terry stated poking at her labia with his toes.

When Dana's eyes had first opened they were oriented differently, but they sluggishly came into alignment with Dana barely thinking of it. A small mound formed underneath her eyes to angle them so she could see him. She wasn't sure how, or what part of her it was, but it was pretty automatic. She just had to think it. That was becoming more difficult though.

"Terry," Dana said. "Gonna cum." Speaking was becoming difficult.

Terry smiled. "That's the idea," he said. He picked up Dana's pussy with his foot and in a display of foot-hand-eye coordination flicked it up to his hand. Dana gasped. Her melting stopped and her consistency thickened a bit. She didn't quite cum though

Terry flipped the organ over in his hands. It flopped around as he tuned and twisted it. Dana started to pant. Her whole mass rose and fell with her breath and her eyes slowly drifted apart again. Terry soon ended up with one labia in each hand. He inserted his thumbs and pulled to the sides. Dana's breath caught as her sex stretched large enough to take in a kitchen fire extinguisher.

"I'm going to stretch you out, see how big this thing can get." Terry said. Dana couldn't respond but she would have encouraged him were she capable of speech.

Terry's hands slowly parted, pulling at the petals of Dana's flower. Her moist insides released a scent he knew well; though instead of a familiar, slick-walled narrow tunnel Terry saw a frothy pink surface. On the tips of his thumbs it felt a lot like the rest of her liquid form, just warmer and with less friction. He tilted Dana's cunt and a glob of pink dripped out and splatted onto her surface, eliciting a wordless moan from Dana.

Terry brought her crotch up to his face for closer inspection. If he opened it much wider he'd be able to fit his head inside. Terry toyed with the idea of trying that but discarded it. Where would his head go? He could see and smell her insides, but there was nothing behind it. Would he be somehow transported into her? and if so, where? Would his head turn to liquid and mix with her? Terry was scared to try. Instead he tugged her lips wider.

At near shoulder width, things came apart, literally. At the top and bottom, Dana's labia parted. Dana stiffened, becoming solid again, trapping Terry within her as an orgasm like no other swept over her. Everything was confused. Instead of waves washing over her body radiating from a point, it felt more like deep, warm, body shaking pulses affecting her entire being at once.

Dana's labia snapped back to Terry's hands. The frothy pink goop on the inside splashed a bit as her vagina split in two, spattering drops on Terry's chest, on Dana's smooth surface, and on the stump that remained of her body.

"Oh my god, Dana. I didn't expect..." Terry trailed off. Dana was gone. Her body had resumed melting. Her eyes had drifted apart with a glassy look to them; her breathing had become regular once again. She was lost in bliss, a feeling Terry felt coming on as well. He put down Dana's labia. They blended with the rest of her and sank under the surface. Dana's eyes were floating nowhere near one another now, and her mouth was slack.

Terry smiled and mentally patted himself on the back for a job well done. He had a goofy grin on his face. Bringing Dana to such a state made him feel great. It gave him a feeling of power. Terry lunged forwards and circled his arms around the mound of her that remained of her body. He brought it close and squeezed it against his chest. His arms sunk into her. She coated his chest, splashed up over his shoulders and around his sides, and dribbled over his arms. He felt her twitch.

Terry lay back in the tub. Dana's eyes sank below the surface of her body, her mouth following suit. Somehow she was still breathing. She squeezed Terry like a weak blood-pressure cuff. Terry could feel his consciousness succumbing to the drugs. He caught sight of Dana's areolae, losing their defined edges. He swirled a finger around and through them, mixing them into the rest of her. Dana was now featureless, occasionally resolving a part but never for long.

Terry smiled as torpor settled upon him like a heavy blanket. The weak pressure she exerted as she breathed was extremely relaxing. It was like a gentle, intimate massage. Terry closed his eyes and rested his head against the wall. He'd totally fallen for Dana tonight, and she really wanted him.

Brady tore his eyes away from the monitor. "Now that's fucked up," he said emphatically as he leaned back.

"What's fucked up?" came a voice over the headphones.

Brady leaned forwards again. He spoke into the mic. "You'll see when you get in there. You're clear. Find something capable of holding liquid."

"Liquid?" Asked the voice.

Brady nodded as he said "you heard me." He flipped the view over to the camera in the living room. In the aftermath of the incident last month, an agent had been able to slip in unnoticed and hide cameras around the apartment. From the command center, Hazel had ordered that they set up impressive coverage of Dana's apartment.

The three-man team picked the lock and swiftly entered into the apartment, closing the door behind them. "The kitchen is straight ahead, that might be a good place to find what you need," Brady suggested.

"What the hell are you talking about Brady?" demanded the voice.

Brady's lips quirked. They had no idea. "They're in the bathroom. It's on the right. See for yourself. They're both out. It's alright."

One of the three figures approached the bathroom door and cautiously opened it. "Okay, I see Terry. Where's the girl?" asked the voice.

"Get closer," Brady suggested gleefully.

The figure approached the tub. "Yup, he's naked. The water's kind strange. What is... HOLY LIVING CHRIST!" The figure leaped back. Brady guffawed and clapped his hands. "There's fucking eyes and nipples and shit on it!" The other two figures rushed into the bathroom to see.

"That's her, isn't it?" asked a second voice.

"It definitely is," Brady said. "I watched her melt."

"What the hell are we supposed to do?" asked the first voice.

"That's your problem, not mine," Brady replied. "I had suggested finding something in the kitchen. You've got fifteen minutes. Karl isn't far from the apartment. The roommate must be on her way home."

"Right," came the second voice.

Brady snapped his fingers. "Oh, and don't forget to check the bedside table in the bedroom on the left. There's gonna be a small puddle there too. We need all of her."

The door opened behind Brady. A corset-wearing Hazel entered the room. She crossed to the desk where Brady sat and leaned over his shoulder. "Show me." She demanded.

"Yes ma’am." Brady snapped. His levity was gone. He reached for the jog wheel and scrolled the video feed back to when Terry entered the bathroom. Hazel raptly watched Dana turn into liquid.

"Incredible," she breathed. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

"The team is collecting her now." Brady informed her. "They are getting containers from the kitchen to hold her in."

Hazel nodded. "That will do. I'll take over here Brady. Well done. Yours is the only successful retrieval."

Brady's chest swelled with pride. Hazel did not dole out compliments often. "Thank you ma’am," he said. He surrendered the seat. "What happened with the other operations?"

Hazel slipped into the vacated seat. "Jason changed his pattern," she said, "and decided to meet Rebecca at work. Krista cancelled the operation." She reached for the video controls. "I'm going to have to have a talk with that girl." When her hand rested on the controls she paused. "You are relieved Brady."

Brady deflated a little. He scuttled out the door. As he closed it, he noticed that Hazel was rewinding the video again. He shook his head and made a mental note to see how Krista was doing after her run in with Jason.

Karl’s phone buzzed. He ignored it. A few seconds later it buzzed again. That was the all clear signal. He ignored it again. "So why do you live with this Dana if she's such a disruptive influence?" Karl asked.

"Because she's a fun person," Emily replied. "Ever since I've known her she's always known how to have a good time. It's just recently that she's been having good times with her boyfriend, and I do not want to be present for those."

"You sound jealous," Karl noted.

"I am. I know it, and it's not a nice feeling. It's not me." Emily explained. "It's just frustrating, you know?"

"And this is why you've been dropping hints all evening?" Karl asked.

Emily blushed. "Yeah." She paused. "And I think you're cute."

Now it was Karl's turn to blush. He wasn't complimented like that often. Karl decided to take another chance. "I'd like to see you again Emily," he said.

Emily was thrilled. "You have a phone? Give it to me. I'll put in my digits."

Without thinking, Karl reached into his pocket and passed Emily his phone. The screen lit up displaying a screen displaying a text message saying "All clear" Emily's brow furrowed. "What does 'All clear' mean?" she asked.

Karl lied. "I don't know. Must have been a wrong number. You can delete it."

Emily shrugged and swiped the message out of the way. She opened a new contact and entered her information. "Now I know we didn't get coffee, but I really do have to go. It's near one o'clock and I really do have an early class tomorrow." Emily took her bag from Karl. "Thank you for a wonderful time, Karl. Don't wait too long to call me," she said as she started to walk away.

"Hang on," Karl said and jogged up behind Emily. He caught her arm and spun her around. He surprised himself by kissing the surprised girl on the lips. Embarrassed, he said, "You have a good night," and started away, ears and cheeks burning.

Emily was shocked. She didn't know how to react after Karl had kissed her and bid her goodnight. In a bit of a daze she wandered to the edge of the park. She hadn't consciously directed them, but she did not in fact have far to go to get home. Across the street was her apartment building. There was a van running in front of the building. Emily thought it odd at this time on a week night.

A dark figure emerged from the building with a package of some sort in its hands. The figure climbed into the passenger seat of the waiting vehicle which then took off with a short squeal. Emily thought it odd enough to remember the license plate. The van just felt like it was up to no good.

Emily crossed the street and entered the building. She climbed the stairs, still in the clouds a bit from her evening with Karl. Grinning, she remembered her daydream that had almost got her run over earlier and superimposed his face on her dream lover’s. The grin lasted until she entered the apartment and saw the clothes scattered about.

"Jesus Christ! Dana, Terry! What the fuck?" Emily's gaze went into the kitchen and saw the leftovers she had saved on the floor. That gave her pause.

"Guys?" she called. "Dana? I'm not mad. What happened?" Emily approached the kitchen to survey the damage. It looked like their fridge had been gone through and their cupboards emptied. All their large and medium sized storage containers were gone. "What the hell?" Emily asked into the air.

Dana's bedroom door was slightly ajar. Emily knocked before pushing it open the rest of the way. It was empty. Curiously, Dana's bedside table looked wiped clean. The usual pictures and random small items she kept there were on the floor. Nervously and unthinkingly, Emily started picking up Dana's pictures and replacing them. This was creepy.

A heavy thud from the bathroom made Emily jump. The picture in her hands fell from suddenly nerveless fingers. Cautiously yet hurriedly, Emily left Dana's room. The bathroom door was shut. Emily approached it. She knocked and called out, "Dana? Terry?" Emily put an ear on the door and heard laboured breathing.

The knob was locked from the inside. Emily picked up a bobby pin and stuck it in the small hole to spring the lock. She slowly opened the door and peeked in. Terry was naked, spread out on the floor. It looked like he'd slipped off the toilet.

Emily leaped into action. She pushed the door open the rest of the way. "Oh my god! Terry! Are you okay?" She knelt beside him. Nothing seemed wrong. He was feebly trying to move. Emily rolled him over onto his back. It wasn't easy; he wasn't large, but she wasn't musclebound.

Terry's reddened, glassy eyes told Emily what state he was in; high as fuck. Unusually though, he seemed very agitated. Emily tried to get some information out of him. "Terry. What happened? Where's Dana?"

Terry was understandably slow to reply. "Dana... Gone..."

"Were, Terry?" Emily asked. "It looks like somebody ransacked the place."

Terry blinked and tried to express himself again. "Melted..." He breathed and blinked again. "Taken..." He squeezed his eyes shut it an attempt to focus more, but he just kept getting higher. "Three Nazis..." That was all he could communicate. Emily tried to get more out of him, but it was a lost cause.

Emily was about to call the police, but remembered a strange promise Dana had made her make shortly after Christmas. She called Dana's mother.

Carmella groggily answered on the fourth ring. "Mrs. Dibranski. It's Emily. Dana told me to call you if anything happened to her." Carmella was instantly awake.

"What happenned Emily?" Carmella asked. She rolled onto her side, fighting against gravity's pull at her laden breasts and started to shake Robert.

"I don't know," Emily said. "I just got back in. Dana isn't here, but her boyfriend is, stoned beyond belief. It looks like someone has ransacked the place." Emily paused. "The clothes she was wearing are still here."

Carmella's stomach knotted up. "Emily, put Dana's boyfriend on the phone," she instructed. Robert blearily sat up.

Emily dismissed the idea. "He can't even speak right now. A few minutes ago he said something about melting and said she had been taken by three Nazis. What does that mean? Is this why Dana made me promise to call you?"

Carmella felt as if she had been punched. Hazel had her daughter. "Calling me was the right thing to do. Don't call the police. Get her boyfriend ready. I'll send someone to pick you both up. Don't open the door for anyone, even for the police, unless they ask how the weather is."

"Okay Mrs. Dibranski. I'll be ready," Emily assured her and hung up the phone. She looked at Terry on the ground and decided to bring his clothes into the bathroom to dress him.

Robert was awake. He had heard the last bit of Carmella's conversation. That and Carmella's ashen appearance, he deduced that something very bad had happened. "Hazel?"

Carmella nodded. "She took Dana."

"Shit," Robert replied. He swung his feet off the bed. "I'll go pick them up. You get cleaned up, empty your boobs, and get ready for us. Call that detective. Maybe he can help."

"Yeah. I'll call the detective first," Carmella said. She was about to dial, but couldn't. Abruptly, she dropped the phone and covered her face with her hands. "What are we going to do?" she asked.

Robert came around the bed, pants half on and sat beside her. He gave her a hug. "I don't know right now. First we have to collect all the information that we can. Then we can decide how to proceed. I don’t like the thought of Hazel having her hands on Dana any more than you. "

Carmella sniffed. "Okay, okay. Go, finish getting ready. Don’t forget to ask about the weather. I'll make the call."

Detective Branson answered his cellphone as he rounded the corner onto Dana's street. It was Carmella. "I had a feeling you'd be calling me tonight," he said when he picked up.

"Something bad happened to Dana," Carmella said.

"Thought so," David replied. "I'm just pulling up to her apartment."

"Really?" Carmella asked, a bit startled.

"Yeah, I had a hunch that something was going to go down tonight," David said. "I'm usually not wrong."

"Dana's been taken by Hazel," Carmella explained.

"The Nazi?" the detective asked. His voice was grim.

"Yes. I want to talk to her roommate Emily and her apparent boyfriend," Carmella said. "He's stoned, but the only witness."

"That's just fucking great," Detective Branson muttered. "Right. I'll bring them over. We can question them together," the detective agreed.

"Thank you so much." Carmella replied.

"No worries. I'll make sure to ask about the weather when I get there." The detective hung up his phone and stepped out of his car. His wife was going to give him shit when he got home, but he felt the need to help these people. They were just too fantastic to trust to anybody else.

The detective rang up Dana's apartment. The roommate answered, she sounded pretty shaken. Her name was Emily if he recalled correctly. He spoke into the grille. "Hi Emily, this is Detective Branson. Carmella sent me to ask how the weather was."

"Robert," Carmella called, "that detective is going to pick up Emily and Dana’s boyfriend. He was already on his way there. I’m going to call Rebecca and Jason. We need to all get together and discuss this."

"Does he know to ask Emily about the weather?" Robert asked.

"Yes." Carmella replied.

Robert nodded, even though Carmella couldn’t see him. "Good. I’ll get the others and be back in a half hour."