"Allie!" George greeted her practice partner for the week with a grin and a wink. "How's it hanging?"

"Not bad at all!" Alice agreed with a smile of her own. "So, what's the plan?"

George cracked her knuckles. "Well," she said, "I figure I'm gonna massage the stiffness out of you, turn you into putty in my hands, and work my way from there."

"Oooh!" Alice looked appreciative of the idea. "I like that! How did you want to start this?"

"Lay down on the table," George told her, indicating the long folding table that was set out in the middle of the room. Alice did so, putting her back on the plastic that was warmed by the sunlight coming in through the classroom window. Which now allowed her bust to cast shadows across her body.

"Mmmm," she hummed as she soaked in the heat. "Forget the massage, this is nice!"

George put her fingers against Alice's bare leg. She didn't flinch at the contact, and George began to move her fingers in circles against the skin, pushing a little deeper with each revolution.

"You know," Alice muttered, eyes closed, "I should lay on my back if you're going to start with my legs."

"As nice as that would be," George agreed, "Getting to your bones faster makes the rest of this go easier."

"Whatev'r you say," Alice said happily.

George, for her part, kept digging in with her fingers, making stirring motions as she reached into Alice up to her second knuckle. Under her work, the unblemished skin was moved around and around, the body under it slowly losing its stiffness and shape. She worked her way down toward Alice's feet, leaving behind a leg that was less leg-like and more flat and flowing, like a pudding.

George nodded to herself in time with a song in her head as she moved faster. Once the magic started, and this sort of thing was something she was good at, it was easier to take care of the rest of the body. It wasn't something she could go on stage with, but there were plenty of jobs she could get with this out in the real world. But for now, she needed to focus on the task for the week, and the woman under her arms.

With Alice's one leg down to a thick goop, she moved around the table to the other side, noting that for all her blatant and forward innuendo in class and out, Alice was actually napping, her eyes closed and her breath regular. She started to work on the other leg, and after a couple minutes, it too was a coherent puddle on the table.

George then moved onto Alice's arms, the smaller and thinner limbs not taking anywhere near the same amount of effort or time to reduce. First one, then the other, and then George had to figure out what to do next.

Laying on the table, Alice still napped. She could wake her up first, or perhaps not. Or Alice could also wake up during the more sensitive sections of her slow melting, which would just be in line with her expectations. Deciding that there was nothing to it, because she was supposed to be in charge this wek regardles. George started by cutting the problem off at its source.

She put her fingers into Alice's head, and started to massage her crown, slowly working her way further into the skull, ignoring the hair and flesh as they melted around her fingers. She worked Alice's long hair into folds, treating them like dough as she braided the filaments into Alice's half-gooey head before working her way down further, spreading the dissolving wave past her nose and through her mouth before George finished off Alice's head, and with it, any chance she could interupt.

Flicking her fingers clean of any Alice-goo, George considered her next move, given the nude torso on the table, one surrounded by five pools of skin-coloured goo. She wasn't a woman who was really interested in other women, but Alice's reputation was invocative no matter what. And that she would enjoy this.

Making the effort to delay even further, George began to massage and work her hands into Alice's bare stomach, the well toned muscles offereing no resistance as she shaped them, digging in and leaving an ever-growing pool of melted Alice in a cavity inside her own body. But even that had to end, and George was stuck with a connundrum. She could stop, but that would affect her final mark. She had to finish the work in front of her, and that meant working all the way through Alice.

With nothing left, she put her hands against Alice's hips, and slowly worked her way into them, kneeding her body like clay as she worked her way toward the stumps of the legs, hoping to avoid the worst of the sensual contact by coming at that part of her body from above rather than below.

But she didn't have to worry, as it too was worked into the ever-growing pool of Alice, leaving the woman on the table as just a chest.

A large chest.

George took a deep breath, accepting that there was no way that Alice could react now, and then took the last step, plunging her hands into Alice's breasts, working the soft mounds until they lost even that coherence and into the liquid around them, with the back end of the torso following.

It was done. Alice was no longer a woman, but a vaguely woman-shaped puddle on the table. George took a deep breath, glad that her fears were unfounded. She rolled her neck, then moved on to the next portion of the magic. She began to fold, mix and kneed Alice's goo-body, piling it up and folding it down until there was little way that any part of Alice was where it started, just a homogenous mound of body-colored pudding.

She then started to flatten Alice out, spreading her across the table to the edges, but not beyond, until she was only a fraction of an inch high.

Satisfied, George decided to take a break, allowing Alice to bake in the sunlight. She would restore her when she got back, and hopefully the woman would be relaxed enough that the teacher would give her a good mark on the assignment.

After that though? Who knew. Maybe Alice would go for another round?