TF (goo, melting)

Emily loved a visit from the UPS guy. Getting a parcel put a smile on her face. Getting a parcel from Goo Labs, though ... that put an evil grin on her face.

She was positively giddy as she dumped the package on the coffee table and ripped it open. Inside was a little box, and a letter.

She quickly scanned the letter.

"Emily, thanks for being a beta tester for Goo Labs, and for your recent report on our experimental line of serums. Our scientific staff have made a close study of the film you sent of your transformation in the bath. (I bet they did, Emily thought. She'd been naked.) We hope you'll continue to help us by trying the new batch of serums included and giving us your thoughts."

There was no signature. There never was. No address or phone number either. You didn't find Goo Labs, they found you. Emily's contact with them came through a website that was online maybe one out of every 20
times you tried it, and a PO box number that, rumour said, simply led to another PO box, which led to another ...

Not that Emily cared. Not so long as they kept sending her these magical potions that let her change her form. Hell no!

She opened the box and sorted through the dozen tiny bottles and vials, each of which was accompanied by a piece of paper explaining the serum's effects.

The one which intrigued her the most was one that let you mentally change the thickness of your goo-body. On other words, you could start as a very soft goo, then make yourself harden. A brilliant idea struck
her - one that she was burning to try, but which would take some time to set up. Regretfully she put the vial aside.

She plucked another bottle out of the box. This one was a derivative of a potion she'd used before, one that had changed her body into a semi-liquid, one a lot more fluid than the usual formless jelly she transformed into. This one, though, this one was labelled "thinner extreme".

"Thinner extreme". She liked the sound of that. Heck, Emily liked the idea of anything extreme.

She glanced at the clock. Maybe she should wait for her boyfriend Dan to get home. This was an experimental serum, after all. What if she needed help? But hell, he wouldn't be home for hours. She wanted to have some fun now!

Quickly making up her mind, Emily began to strip off her clothes. Standing naked in the middle of the room, she gazed at the little
bottle in her hand.

Drink this and I'll be changed, she thought. I'll be doing something only a handful of other people have done. I won't have skin and bones and flesh any more. I'll be goo, formless goo. She giggled. I'll be freaking amazing!

She was definitely getting turned on by the prospect. "Well, here goes," she said out loud. "Here's your number one guinea pig, ready to
goo!"

Emily opened the bottle and drank its contents, then threw the empty bottle on the sofa. She could feel the warmth as the serum entered her stomach, and the tingly feeling which was the prelude to the transformation.

But something was different this time, she realised.

Normally the change would occur in stages. She'd become a transparent, wobbly but still fairly solid goo-girl. Then her form would blur into a blob. She might then harden or thin out, depending on the serum.

Not this time, though. This time she was just melting.

Her feet were a pink puddle and her legs were softening. Emily watched as she shrank into the spreading puddle, which didn't seem to ooze, like other goo forms she'd had. This one was ... runny. Very runny.

She was in the puddle up to her navel and it had already spread across half the floor. It was tickling her and she giggled as she melted away, her breasts dissolving into the mess, and her neck, and ...

The giggles abruptly stopped as her head vanished. She was now a pale pink puddle. One that coated most of the floor.

Well, that's extreme all right, Emily thought. How thin am I right now? A milimetre or so at most, she guessed. Experimentally she tried
to flex her puddle form. She found she could move easily. Next she tried to stretch herself across the bits of the floor she didn't already inhabit.

To her delight she stretched to reach every corner of the room, although as she went she became even thinner. She'd stretched around
the coffee table, sofa and television stand, so they looked like islands in a sea of goo.

At the doorway Bastard, her and Dan's cat, came and took an experimental sniff at the goo. Emily formed her face on the surface.
"Hiya, Bastard!" she said. "Who's a good kitty, then?"

Bastard took another sniff and then strolled off to the bedroom for a nap. He'd seen such weird shit over the past six months that nothing phased him any more.

Emily pictured how she must look at the moment. Like pink bubblegum that's burst on something, she imagined.

Tentatively she began to move up one of the walls. It proved relatively easy to coat the wall. Encouraged, she slid up the other
three walls, then for good measure across the ceiling, totally sealing the room.

I'm a cube! she thought. I've never been a cube before ...

By now she was so thin that she was barely visible to the eye except as a very pale flush of pink, although she imagined she must feel a little sticky, at least.

She was thinner than thin now. Emily tried to imagine the report she would write. Dear sir, I turned into a runny liquid. The walls and
floor and ceiling of my living room are now painted in me ...

She stopped. There was an idea! Could she use the serums to turn into a kind of paint?

She spent the rest of the afternoon coating the room, occasionally withdrawing to the floor or ceiling. She found it difficult to form a face at her thinnest.

When Dan eventually came home, it took him almost an hour of wondering why everything in the living room felt very, very slightly sticky to catch on. And when he did, Emily couldn't stop laughing at his expression.

"Sorry!" she said, red-faced from the laughter as she transformed back into her human self. "It was just ... you looked so shocked that you
were standing in me!"

Dan simply shook his head. What could you do with a girl like that?

Well, he had a few ideas ...