TF (goo, melting, ball)

When Dan got home from his job at the music store, he found a note folded up in the letterbox. "Hey lover, wanna see a guinea pig? Check the kitchen table! Love, Emily." Hmm? he thought. Had Emily bought a new pet? He couldn't imagine a guinea pig playing nicely with their cat. They'd named it Bastard for a reason.

Unlocking the door, he called out "Hey honey, I'm home!" Silence greeted him. He dumped his backpack and made for the kitchen.

Nope, no new pets here. Just an ornate little bottle of the kind used for expensive perfume. He picked it up and held it to the light. Inside it was filled with a thick, opaque liquid ...

... That was probably, come to think of it, his beautiful girlfriend.

Emily had been into the goo potion again.

Or at least, part of her had. Because there was no way that was all of her in that tiny bottle. Or was it?

Only one way to find out, he guessed. Dan unstoppered the bottle and turned it upside down.

Like honey, the translucent goo flowed slowly out onto the table - where it began to expand and assume a female shape, eventually hardening and colouring until it was a girl. A very much naked girl.

"Hey lover!" she said, holding her head out for a kiss. Dan obliged, of course.

"Hey babe," he said. "Interesting day?"

"You bet. Give me a hand down from the table and I'll tell you all about it."

A little later they were on the sofa, two bottles of beer on the coffee table in front of them. Emily had pulled on a long T-shirt.

"So you got my note?"

"The reference to pets was a puzzler."

Emily giggled. "I was the guinea pig! The people who make the goo potion are trying out some new formulas, and I was chosen to be a beta tester. Quite an honour."

"Like that potion you tried last weekend?"

"Yeah, that made my body a lot more liquid than usual. This one aimed to make it more dense. A thicker type of goo."

"Which is how five feet one of girl could fit into a small bottle?"

"Exactly."

"But how did you get the stopper into the bottle?"

"Wasn't that cool? I had to hold it above my head as I began to change, then pull it down as I got into the bottle."

Emily took a long swig of beer and smiled. "So, you wanna see what the transformation's like?"

"You're ready to go again?"

"I'm a guinea pig, remember? I should give it as thorough a workout as I can."

Emily made a quick detour to the bedroom, returning sans T-shirt. In her hand she held an epi-pen, like the type used to inject insulin.

"You don't drink it?"

"Naw, this is the prototype. It has to be injected into something with fat ... Like my boobs." Choosing a spot high on her left breast, she quickly slid the needle into her skin and pressed the stopper home.

Dan had watched Emily transform a dozen times - he'd even done it himself once - but he never tired of watching her as she changed. Partly because it was such a mind-blower to see a human shape drain itself of colour and turn into a wobbly jelly, then lose shape until it was nothing but a blob. Mostly though, he had to admit, because his girlfriend was so gleeful about the whole process. For Emily, such a transformation was a truly sensual experience.

Tonight was no exception, and if anyone had overhead Emily's gasps and moans, they might have thought she was engaged in quite a different activity. This time, though, the transformation was a little different. Emily wasn't becoming as transparent as usual, instead turning a swirly white. And as she changed she shrank into a denser form.

Dan gazed at the cushion where his girlfriend had been. There instead was a small opaque blob with the consistency of putty. As he watched a pair of lips grew on its surface.

"God, that felt fantastic! Never gets old ... So Dan, how do you like my new look?"

"Well, you've lost a lot of weight," he said, picking her up. She could fit in the palm of his hand.

"Oh, you're a charmer."

A thought struck him. "Hey, you kind of remind me of something. When I was a kid I had a super bounce ball that was the same kind of swirly colour as you."

"A ball? Cool! I wonder if I could form myself into a ball."

"Or, well, I could just do it for you." Dan began to roll the blob between his palms, and it quickly assumed a ball-like shape.

The process left Emily slightly dazed. "Oh ... God ..." she sighed. "I hadn't expected that to be quite so ... arousing ..."

"So now," Dan said, "the question is: do you bounce?"

"You're serious?"

"Sure. Unless you think it'll hurt you."

"No, I never feel pain in a goo form at all. Do it!"

"You asked for it!"

Dan aimed at the wall. Emily flew for it, bounced off and ricocheted off the TV, and bounced around several more times before rolling to a stop.

"What a rush!" she gasped. "That was like the ultimate bungee jump!"

Dan grinned. "You know what would make it even better?"

He went off to the wardrobe and returned with a squash racquet.

*
After a while Emily had had enough of being a squash ball. She had another, naughtier idea.

"Hey Dan, pick me up for a minute. Then dig your thumb into my bottom. Hollow me out a bit."

"OK. Now what?"

"Well ... You know what a Tenga Egg is, right?"

Dan grinned evilly and made for the bedroom. "You have the best ideas, babe."

*
Afterwards, Emily changed back and the two lovers lay spooning.

"I wish you'd transform with me, Dan. I'd love to feel ourselves melded together."

"Whatever you want, babe. I have to say that changing doesn't do that much for me. But seeing you so excited, so happy, so joyful ..." he said with a kiss "... Well, that's everything."

Emily embraced him. "And that makes me one happy little guinea pig."