TF (goo, melting)

Do you trust me? The answer, Dan decided, depended on your position.

"Do you trust me?" Emily asked, straddling him on the bed.

"Implicitly," Dan said.

Emily giggled. "Good, because I already drank the goo-girl potion before we came in."

It was no secret to Dan that Emily loved being a goo-girl. Even when they went to bed and she didn't go "all the way", she would often swallow a capful of the potion - just enough to give her body, particularly her breasts, a certain pneumatic buoyancy Dan found particularly pleasing.

Tonight, though, she was definitely going "all the way" - even beyond. The colour was draining out of her and she was growing translucent. Her hips were wobbling like a jelly, while below her hips, her body had basically melted together.

"New formula," Emily explained to Dan's quizzical look. "Want to try something. Don't worry, it's a surprise."

Dan noted with regret that her breasts had merged together and flattened. Now only her shoulders and head, which were completely
transparent, remained. Not for long though. As her face began to melt together, Dan averted his eyes. It was the only part of the
transformation he found problematic, seeing Emily's pretty, delicate features blank out.

"You can look now," said Emily. Dan glanced down to see a formless jelly splayed over his chest and torso, with a pair of exaggerated
lips formed near the top. The lips stretched to kiss his own.

"Keep watching, Dan," the lips of Emily giggled. The jelly was still transforming, becoming even more liquid, only still with a certain amount of firmness. It reminded Dan of something ...

"You're beginning to look like lube," he said.

"That's the idea, lover."

And the nearly liquid Emily stretched herself over him, stretching ever thinner, coating Dan's body.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm pressing myself into your pores. Don't worry, I'll leave enough for you to breathe through."

Emily was so thin that Dan looked as if he had been coated in a sheen of sweat. But no sweat was capable of shifting, pulling and tugging like this on his ...

On his ...

Oh my God.

Sparks flew.

Fireworks burst in the sky.

A train entered a tunnel.

Somewhere, someone was forming a circle with their thumb and index finger, and continually stabbing through the middle of the circle with their other index finger.

Dan blacked out.

*
He awoke several minutes later, his very cute, very human girlfriend nestled beside him. "How did you do that?"

"Cool, huh? I've been practicing on my own."

"I hope you filmed it."

"Maybe." And Emily smiled.

"So what's next?"

"Dan ..." she smiled again, broader. "Do you trust me?"