(TF, TG)

Milly was flying.

She was floating in the air, weightless, formless. She drifted around the room, the long vaporous strands of her joining together, then merging and reforming in a cloud of goo.

At the same time, part of her was still liquid, in the spray bottle held by her friend Emily. It was so strange to be in two different places at once, part of her ecstatic at being in the air, the other part yearning to join with the rest of her.

The cloud of Milly made an effort and formed a pair of vaporous lips. “More, more,” she moaned.

Emily laughed. “Greedy girl,” she teased. “You want more? All right, I’ll give you more.” She squirted the rest of the liquid Milly into the air, spraying her friend away.

Emily watched as the cloud of Milly swirled around, ever changing, for a few minutes until it began to coalesce and harden into the shape of a woman.

A naked woman.

“Oh God!” gasped Milly. “That was so incredible!”

“If it’s so incredible, how come you changed back into human form?”

“Because a cloud of goo doesn’t have fingers … fingers that need to do this …”

“Point taken,” Emily grinned. “How about we take a break for a while?”

“That break had better be in the bedroom.”

“I’m all for it.”

*

Emily and Milly lay cuddled together on the bed. “Is there anything goo potions can’t do?” Milly said dreamily.

“You’re only limited by the power of your imagination. And our imaginations are pretty wild.”

“I’ll say. I want to merge together again and create a new person.”

“Absolutely. But there’s something I want to try first.”

“Really? What?”

“Wait and see, missy. Wait and see.”

*

As Milly watched, Emily rummaged through her bag, sorting through the various goo serums she had. She laid out a pill, an epi-pen syringe and a small bottle.

“Okay, Milly, watch and learn,” she said, handing her friend the spray bottle. “Once I’m goo, put me in the bottle.”

Emily swallowed the pill, then injected the contents of the epi-pen into her belly before swallowing the serum. She felt the telltale tingling that told her the goo serums were doing their stuff and rapidly transforming her molecular structure.

“Wow, you’re becoming really transparent!” Milly said. And it was true - Emily’s body was becoming a gelatinous, transparent goo. She started to melt, her body changing to a blob. When she was small and fluid enough, Milly picked her up and inserted her into the plastic spray-bottle.

Milly gazed at the blob filling the bottle that had until a few minutes ago been a human being. The goo was changing, just as Milly had changed before, into something like a liquid. But Emily seemed to become even runnier and thinner.

What Milly was left with was a bottle full of a very liquid girl. “Well, I guess you want me to spray you, Em,” she said. She pointed the bottle into the air and pressed home the plunger.

To her surprise, instead of becoming a thin cloud of vapour, the spray just seemed to evaporate into the air. What the hell? Had Emily done something wrong? Had she finally managed to disintegrate herself? Emily was her friend, but man, that girl pulled some crazy shit sometimes. Hell, she’d actually managed to turn her body into a dehydrated, powdered form. Dan, her boyfriend, had had to add water to reform his “instant girlfriend”.

Experimentally, Milly sprayed some more into the air. Still no cloud, still no Emily. Watch and learn, her friend had said. Okay, well, Emily wasn’t going to come back if she was still a liquid. She just had to trust her friend knew what she was doing. All right, that was a big leap, but …

Milly kept spraying until the liquid was gone.

“Em?” she said tentatively. “You there?”

As if from far away, she heard a faint chuckle.

“Em?” said a ghostly voice. “Who’s that?”

“Uh, that’s you, I guess? Emily? Goo-girl? Guinea pig?”

“Never heard of her.”

“Then who are you?”

“Why, nothing. I’m nothing itself. I’m thin air.”

And another ghostly chuckle.

*

Emily was ecstatic.

She’d been right. With the correct combination of thinners, melters and goo serums, she could melt right away into … well, at the moment into practically nothing.

She’d evaporated herself many times before, or so she’d thought. Now she realised she’d never truly evaporated at all. Not until now.

She’d become a vapour so thin that she was … well, what was she? So thin, so spread out, she was basically an invisible cloud of intelligent atoms.

Formless? This was truly formless. She was all in the air, a drifting Emily, a thin film of consciousness that felt like it was everywhere at once.

She could feel herself on the ceiling, down on the floor, being breathed in by Milly, drifting out of the house altogether. She might fade away into the stratosphere, joining with the dead atmosphere of space. Imagine, her, Emily, going off into space, becoming part of the background hum of the universe.

Part of her was curling through Milly’s nose. She was coating the inside of her friend. Maybe she’d become part of Milly too.

Oh wait, that was right. She and Milly were going to merge, weren’t they? Just like last week, when they’d become their “daughter”. But oh man, evaporating into nothing felt so good, so … profound.

Maybe she’d just drift off for a bit.

*

“Emily?”

Milly again.

“Em, you’re scaring me a bit. Are you there?”

This time around the voice sounded like a sigh.

“I’m here, Mil. I’m … still here …”

“Uh, I think you’d better come back now.”

“Sure … just give me … a minute …”

Emily was mere wisps by now. But it shouldn’t be hard to pull herself back together, she theorised. If she tried to reform, the various parts of herself, no matter where they were, would want to be reunited. She reached out to herself.

Oh so thin, she was. But gradually she found two little atoms of herself, fused them together, then reached for another. Bit by bit she began to make herself human again.

It was weird. Totally weird.

As Milly watched, one little bit of woman hung in the air. Another piece appeared below her. Gradually they began to fill in, like someone doing a 3D jigsaw puzzle. Parts started to become recognisable - there, a finger; here, a nipple. A blinking eye. A mouth.

Until Emily stood before her again.

“Wow,” she breathed. “Just freakin’ wow.”

“Em!” Milly hugged her pal. “You’re here!”

“Well, of course I am, you silly girl. Did you ever think I wouldn’t be?”

“I had my doubts. Please, don’t ever do that again.”

“On the contrary,” Emily grinned. “I want to do it again next week! And next time … I want you to do it with me!”

Milly looked stricken, making Emily laugh.

“But for now, Mil, how about a little merging fun?”

“Yeah!”

*

The girls stood naked, bottles in hand. Once they’d downed the contents, their bodies would begin to transform.

“Ready, Milly?”

“Let’s do it! Melt away!”

They drank deeply, then embraced, big grins on their faces.

“I’m feeling all tingly!”

There was a pink pool forming around their feet. Or rather, it was their feet, which were rapidly melting.

“I’m becoming a puddle!”

“You sure are!”

The two pools of pink grew larger as Emily and Milly became goo, their legs disappearing.

“Ooh! My lady bits are so ticklish!”

“Keep going, we won’t have them for long.”

Indeed they didn’t. Each girl had vanished up to their boobs. As they laughed, their breasts elongated, joining the rest of them in the puddles.

“Uh-oh! There go my nipples!”

Before too long. Emily and Milly were simply two heads and a pile of goo. Their noses became absorbed into the pools, followed by their ears, The rest of their heads were slowly absorbed into the pools, leaving each with two eyes and a mouth floating in the middle. And not necessarily in that order.

“Woah! This is one weird view!” Milly said, her eyes sliding around the pool.

“Look at this one!” Emily’s left eye slowly vanished into the puddle, and her right eye moved across the surface.

“So lovely!” Milly giggled. “No arms, no legs, just goo. Being a goo girl is incredible!”

“I know. Hey, I’ve got an idea. Race you!”

Before Milly could ask what Emily meant, the pink goo began to grow in size, shooting across the floor.

“Hey, wait!” Milly’s pool did the same. When it reached the wall, it simply kept going, rising up its surface.

Emily was doing the same to the opposite wall. The two pink goo piles met in the middle of the ceiling.

“Hey there!”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“If it’s let’s cover everything in the house, then yes!”

The two giggling goo girls spread their formless blobs around the room, swallowing up all the furniture as they went.

Milly surveyed the results - not easy when one eye was on the ceiling and the other on the wall. Everything - the sofa, coffee table, television, chairs - was covered with a very thin flush of pink. It was their bodies, spread like bubblegum over everything.

“I’ve swallowed up everything!” she cried. “I can feel me over the table … and the walls … and I’m on the doorknob too!”

“Yeah, that was fun. But I think we were going to do some merging here …”

“Oh yeah.”

The goo girls began contracting, withdrawing from the ceiling, then the walls and the furniture, until they were two goo pools again.

“Come on in, Milly.”

“With pleasure!”

The two puddles merged to form one larger pool, albeit with two mouths and three eyes.

“Are we going to become a single person again?”

“Yup. But let me try something first. Just go with me, all right?”

Emily concentrated, and a figure began pushing its way out of the puddle of melted girls. At first its features were indistinct, but as the body grew out of the pool, it became obvious it was a guy.

A very well-built guy.

“Wow! I’m all muscles!” the merged figure said. “This is so weird! I’m two girls, but I’m a guy!”

Now fully human, he checked himself out in the mirror, experimentally flexing a muscle.

“Oh this is fun,” he grinned. “Unfortunately, I want to go and prank my boyfriends, and I’m pretty sure they won’t want me coming on to them like this … and hey, with the package I’ve got, I’d probably outsize them both! Besides, I don’t think I brought any boys clothes.” No, better to be a girl, he thought.

He began to melt again, his form becoming blurred, until he was once again a pool. Then another figure began to emerge as the pool rose and began twisting in on itself. This one, however, was most definitely female.

“Ooh, I’m a girl again! I’m EMilly!” she grinned. She ran a hand over her curvy new form. She’d been a merged woman before, but looking in the mirror she could see her features looked rather different from last time. Where then she’d been an almost perfect merge of Emily and Milly, this time she tended a little more to the Milly end of the spectrum - although, obviously, she was not an exact copy.

EMilly had become prepared. When she’d still been two separate people, she’d guesstimated what size a merged version would be and bought a dress, undies and flats. Now she wriggled into her clothes. Their guesses had been pretty good. The shoes fit perfectly, and if the dress was a little tight, well, all the better.

“Well, now I can go out, I think I’ll pay a little visit to my boyfriend. Or boyfriends. I do have two!” And she laughed.

*

Dan was in the guitar section, playing a Telecaster, when he heard a voice behind him. “Nice guitar.”

He turned, and was gobsmacked by what he saw.

She was tall, busty, poured into a tight dress that accentuated her curves. She smiled at him, and there was something naggingly familiar about her.

She smiled again. “I love a Telecaster. This is a new model, right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Dan said. “It’s an American Special. Just released.”

God, she was gorgeous.

“Really nice. Although I’m more of a Les Paul girl myself.”

“Oh yeah? You play?”

A broad grin now. “Of course. I have a Les Paul Studio. A teaburst.”

Dan whistled. “Nice.”

“Of course, I had the humbuckers swapped out for Dimarzios.”

“So what made you get a Les Paul?”

“Um, probably listening to Led Zeppelin. They’re my faves.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, they really get me wet.”

Dan did a double take. That was a little too much information for him.

She grinned and leaned over to him, showing a bit more cleavage than he was comfortable with.

“I bet you play really well,” she said with a sultry smile. “I can just imagine how good you are with your fingers.”

“Um, well, er …”

“I’d love to hear you … spank a plank some time. Are you in a band?”

“Er, yeah, but we’re not playing at the moment.”

“Oh a rock star! You must get all the girls.”

Dan was definitely reddening. “Uh, I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh, really? I bet you make her very happy … you know, with those talented fingers of yours.”

Okay, that wasn’t even a double entendre.

“Er, is there anything I can help you with today, miss?”

Damn that smile.

“I don’t know,” she said with a little sashay. “Maybe you could tell me.”

Oh God, something was making him very uncomfortable. In his pants.

“I think … I think I’d better get back to work,” Dan said stiffly.

“Oh really? Well, then maybe I’ll leave. And leave you to your girlfriend. Your lucky, lucky girlfriend.”

And she turned and wiggled her way out of the store.

Leaving Dan very hot and bothered.

*

It was all EMilly could do to not burst into giggles before she left the music shop.

Oh God! The look on Dan’s face! And that bulge! She really had teased him terribly. And this body! Who knew how bootylicious merging Emily and Milly would be?

Oh, she was such a wicked, wicked girl. And she was about to get a little more wicked.

Next stop, Oliver’s restaurant.

*

Milly’s boyfriend worked as a chef at a very good restaurant, handling dinner four nights a week and lunch two days a week. But it was getting late in the afternoon and the lunch shift was probably over. In fact, Oliver was sitting outside with a cup of coffee when EMilly approached.

“Um, hello?” she said.

Oliver looked up. And grinned.

“Well, hello there!” he said.

“Hi. Are you still doing lunch here?”

“Sorry. The kitchen closed about 10 minutes ago.”

“Oh, really? Damn. I was hoping to get something to eat.”

Oliver shook his head. “Sorry. There’s a good cafe across the street, they’ll still be serving.”

“Oh, but I’ve heard such good things about this place!”

“Really? Do tell.”

“I’ve heard the chef here is really good.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that too.”

“He’s supposed to be … really good with his hands.”

“Uh-huh.”

“If you know what I mean.”

“I think I have a good idea. A handsome guy, this chef?”

“Oh yeah, everyone says so. But he’s conceited too.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that too,” Oliver grinned. “I bet he’ll be sorry he missed you.”

“Ah, he’s probably a jerk.”

“The jerkiest!” Oliver agreed. “I hear he’d cheat on his girlfriend at the drop of a hat.”

Well. This wasn’t turning out as planned.

“Really?”

“Sure. But who could blame him?”

“Uh …”

“Oh, but where are my manners? Kitchen’s closed, but I might be able to rustle up something.”

“Well …”

“Something like … a grilled cheese made with gruyere?”

Milly’s favourite comfort food.

She’d been rumbled.

Oliver laughed. “Nice try, Milly, but you’re still fairly recognisable. What did you do, borrow some of Emily’s goo serums to change your body?”

“Actually … actually, I’m Milly and Emily. We merged into one person.”

“Really?” Oliver leaned in for a closer look. “Nice work! I’m not sure how you did that, but it’s very impressive. Goo Labs should be paying you guys. So, have you visited Dan yet?”

EMilly looked abashed. “Uh, yeah.”

“I figured you’d want to harass your boyfriends first thing. Bad girls.” He stood up. “Well, ladies, I’m finished until six. Have any plans for the rest of the afternoon? Because by my reckoning …” - and he grinned - “if you’re in there, Milly, it’s not cheating.”

*

They were themselves again, naked again, and ready to turn to goo.

“Both of us at once!” Emily instructed. The girls raised the goo serums to their lips.

“This,” said Oliver, seated before them, “should be quite a show.”

Once again the girls began to turn into puddles of pink goo.

“Argh! I’m melting, I’m melting!” they cried. Well, it was a classic, after all.

“Oh ladies, you’re almost all goo now,” Oliver said. He watched as the heads of the pair were subsumed into the two pink pools.

“And what happens next?” he asked.

“Now …” the puddle of Emily said.

“… We do this!” the pool of Milly finished.

The two piles of goo bled into each other.

“And we’re one puddle!”

“Impressive.” Oliver stood up, and unstoppered the bottle in his hand. The bottle Emily had given him before.

“Well ladies, mind if I join you?”

Two grins met his words. Two disembodied grins.

“Come on in!”

Oliver drank and began to melt. He stepped gingerly into the puddle of women, and in turn flowed into them.

For a minute the pink puddle was silent. Then it began to reform itself into a vaguely human shape. A shape that grew more solid and detailed, until it was human. A beautiful woman.

A beautiful woman with a penis.

“Well!” she grinned. “I don’t really know what to call myself now - EMillIver is such a mouthful! I’m gorgeous … and stacked … and, um, very well hung! I think I might need to investigate this further … by myself!”

*

Emily lay back in the bed with a huge grin on her face. They’d de-merged five minutes ago after a very, very interesting experience indeed. One she was anxious to repeat soon. Yes, the girls had been found out, but adding Oliver to the mix had been fantastic. They would have to find a way to get Dan to join in - literally.

She tugged on her clothes and went to the living room … to find Oliver with a spray bottle in his hand.

An empty spray bottle.

He gave her one of his charming smiles. “Sorry, Emily, but Milly insisted - and you know what she’s like …”

Emily looked up to the ceiling. “Milly? You there?”

The faintest whisper. “Milly? Who’s Milly? No Milly here. Just … nothing.”

Well, well. The tables turned.

They were definitely doing this again.