TF (melting girls, evaporating)

It was hot. Damned hot. The air conditioner was going full bore, and the roommates were still sweaty and uncomfortable.

So hot it was, that both Luscious and Giselle were going sans clothes. Well, not quite. Luscious wore a lacy black bra and G-string that showed off her lithe figure. Giselle had similar, except these were hot pink. As models, they were used to wearing the very finest in lingerie, and hey, these were cooler than bikinis.

“Soooo hot!” pouted Giselle, draped over the sofa. She took a sip of her pineapple juice on ice, in which she’d inserted a jazzy paper umbrella. “I was planning on heading for the pool, but you know what, it’s so hot I can’t stand even that. I guess I’m just stuck here with the air conditioner and you.”

“Stuck?” Luscious said, her hands on her hips. “We’re hardly stuck, girlfriend. Didn’t I tell you about my new delivery?”

Giselle sat up abruptly. “You mean …?”

“Uh-huh,” Luscious said, her face breaking into a grin. And both girls shouted at once, “melting serums!”

“Well, don’t just stand there, girl,” Giselle said impatiently. “Let’s get to melting!”

Luscious giggled and went to her room, returning with a cardboard box filled with little bottles. Giselle grinned. While she and Luscious had been roommates for quite a while, having met through their modelling agency, it was only recently that she’d been introduced to melting. And man, it had blown her mind. Turning from a girl into a gooey puddle … what a turn-on! Quickly the girls removed what little clothing they had.

“I think you’ll find this batch of serums has some very interesting effects,” Luscious said, handing Giselle one of the bottles filled with a bright blue liquid.

“Mmm, as long as it melts me, I don’t care,” said Giselle, uncorking the bottle and bringing it to her lips. Luscious followed suit, and both girls drained the bottles.

Seconds later, they felt the telltale tingle which said their molecular structures were beginning to change.

“It’s working, it’s working!” Giselle said gleefully.

“I know, I know,” Luscious grinned.

For some reason, the serum usually worked faster on Luscious. Perhaps she had a lot of residual melting serum in her — after all, she’d melted over a dozen times now, while Giselle had only been a liquid girl twice.

As Giselle watched her beautiful friend, Luscious’ body began to turn liquid and gooey, her legs melting together and forming a puddle. Luscious melted down into it, her pussy elongating and vanishing, her hips shrinking down, her arms following, her breasts becoming indistinct blobs until finally her head melted too, leaving two eyes and a mouth floating in the gooey pool. As she melted she began to shriek “ah, I’m melting, I’m melting!” making her friend giggle. Her gooey form began to pop with bubbles.

“Beautiful!” Giselle exclaimed.

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” Luscious giggled. And the puddle began to bubble as Luscious evaporated, more and more of her steaming off the pool until it dried up to nothing.

Giselle marvelled. She could see no sign of her friend, who had simply vanished into the air. “Wow, Luscious, that was amazing! How does it feel?”

“Luscious?” chuckled an echoey voice. “Who is this Luscious of which you speak? I know her not! Why, there’s no one here at all.”

“But what about you?”

“You can’t see me, can you? Or touch me? I don’t have a body, so I must not be here! I must be empty space.”

Giselle frowned. “Cut it out, Luscious. You’re freaking me out.”

“Okay, okay.” And Luscious began to reform in front of her, a little bit by bit, until a gooey woman-shaped blob was before her.

“Now tell me how to do that evaporating thing,” Giselle demanded as at last she began to melt too, her body losing shape fast.

“Eh, once you’re a pool you’ll just be able to feel it,” Luscious said as she wobbled, watching Giselle’s lovely breasts elongate crazily like honey dripping from a spoon. “But I warn you, you won’t be able to resist pretending to be thin air!”

“Woo-hoo!” Giselle laughed with glee. She was now just a head in a pink puddle, a head that gradually sank down into the pool. As she did she took did her best Wicked Witch impression: “I’m melting, I’m melting! Oh, the humanity!” Like Luscious, her gooey form began to pop with bubbles.

Luscious had been right. As soon as Giselle was a puddle she knew exactly how to raise her temperature gradually. She too began to bubble and steam, gradually rising into the air. What an amazing feeling! To be in two places at once, being weightless steam in the air, and a liquid on the floor! Gradually there was less and less of her on the floor, and more of her in the air, until she too vanished altogether.

And oh my God, if melting had been bliss, evaporating was a mindfuck. Being in the air, basically an invisible cloud, feeling all her atoms just drifting away …

“So how do you think it feels, Giselle?” Luscious asked the empty room.

“Giselle? Why, I don’t know any Giselle,” an even more echoey voice said. “I’m just thin air, nothing at all!”

“A-ha! Told ya!” laughed Luscious. “Hey, pull yourself together, girlfriend. We’ve got plenty of more stuff to try!”

“Okay.” And Giselle too returned to solid form — or as solid as a jelly-like blob in the shape of a woman could be. “Like what?”

“Like this!” And Luscious turned and walked straight into a wall, She squished her blobby body on the wall, which made a sucking sound as she was drawn in.

And suddenly all four walls of the room grew Luscious faces, each bulging out of the white plaster walls like 3D masks.

“Oh! I like the look of that!” Giselle grinned. She turned and walked into the opposite wall to Luscious. With a burp her gooey form was absorbed into the wall, before her face too bulged out of the walls.

“Hey there, walls! I’m a wall too!” Giselle’s faces cried.

“Mmm, such a good-looking wall too … hey, let’s try something,” the Luscious walls chorused.

One Giselle face and one Luscious face began to move closer together until they came together around a corner. The faces kissed, then seemed to melt together, their features mingling, until they became one very beautiful face, with Luscious’ full lips, Giselle’s pert nose, and one eye from each.

“Ooh! This is so good!” the face cried. “We’re both of us! So I guess we’re … Luschelle! Or, should that be Gisious? No, what am I thinking? That’s a terrible name! Luschelle it is!”

The other faces grinned and cheered. “Yay!” “Wow!” “You’re so beautiful!” “What a pretty face!”

“Oh, I’m much more than a pretty face,” said Luschelle. “I’m also pretty boobs … and legs … and, well, body!” The 3D face began to push out from the wall, followed by her neck, and body, until finally a full woman stood in the centre of the room. A woman made out of plaster.

“Well, will you look at that! I guess I’m a statue. Now, how should I pose? Perhaps like this?” Luschelle stood with her legs apart, her hands covering her nipples. “Or like this?” The statue moved, thrusting out its bottom while clasping her boobs together. “Or maybe … like this? It’s a classic, after all!” And she froze, her face turned to one side, and her arms, well, her arms had vanished up to her shoulders. “Well, look at me! I’m the Venus de Milo! Naw, I think this is the pose.” And she gave her best come-hither look, her long legs slightly parted, her breasts thrust forward, her hands straying provocatively down.

“I don’t know, maybe I’d look prettier in marble.” And her body became shinier, smoother and more polished than the plaster she’d been. “Okay, that looks good! What do you think, guys?”

“Outstanding!” “Amazing!” “Splendiferous!” “Wait, did you say splendiferous?” “Oh, I like the marble look!” The faces on the walls were cheering and, yes, leering.

“I’m a real work of art! Oh, you know what I could be?” And the statue crumbled into a million piece, becoming a pile of rubble on the floor. It was still for a minute, before the pieces began to move, spinning around, rejoining to form something different. There on the floor was a large marble mask of Luschelle’s face.

“Now this is a classic!” the mask announced. “I wish there was someone else here who could take me and wear me over their own face. Maybe I’d just fix myself on their face and become them! Oh, but you know what? I think it’s bath time!”

The mask seemed to melt away, while the other faces on the walls did the same. Gradually the pieces of goo that were left came together. Once she was a woman Luschelle began to melt into another puddle. “Evaporating is so much fun!” Again she turned into steam and floated about before reforming again, then splitting into two, until Luscious and Giselle stood there again.

“Wow! So nice to be you, babe!” Luscious said, throwing her arms around Giselle, planting a kiss on her lips.

“And you,” grinned Giselle. “But, did I hear someone say it was time for a bath?”

“Well, not exactly. I meant it was time to be a bath!”

Arm in arm, the two girls walked into the big bathroom. It was one of the reasons they’d splurged on this apartment.

“Into the hot tub?” Giselle asked, eyeing the big round pool.

“Wait until I fill it,” Luscious said. Both women stepped into the tub, and then Luscious began to melt again, turning into an even more liquid goo, until she filled about two-thirds of the bath.

“Nice!” Giselle appreciated. She slipped down into the goo. “Oh, I’m drowning, I’m drowning!” she clowned. She slipped under the goo, holding up one hand and counting off: “One … two … three! Oh, bye-bye!”

As she slipped into the goo for the last time, Giselle turned her own body into goo. For a few minutes the two girls were content to be liquid, their forms intermingled as one pool of ooze.

“This is so chill!” “I know! Hey, want to try something? Let me do this …”

And some of the goo began to rise out of the puddle, changing shape as it did so, until it narrowed and became a pink chair. An elaborate pink chair.

Then the rest of the goo began to change too, turning back to Giselle. She eyed the chair, which, she noted, had eyes and a mouth on its back. A very familiar pair of eyes and a mouth.

“Will you sit, m’lady?” the chair said.

“Why, of course!” And Giselle took her seat. With an imperious stare she announced: “I am Queen Giselle and this is my Luscious Throne, over which I will command my Luscious Kingdom! Look upon my works, ye mighty, and … melt with me!”

With a peal of laughter the pair lost their forms, falling back into the tub as a splash of pink goo.

In the middle of the goo, a face formed … a familiar face: Luschelle.

“Oh, what a wonderful way to spend a hot day! Did I mention I don’t feel the heat like this? Okay, well, one thing here is pretty hot … me! And I think I know the perfect way to cool off.”

The contents of the tub oozed over the sides, now one big blob, and rolled its way to Luscious’ bedroom. “Of course I’ll need arms for this … and a clitoris … but you know what, I can just form those! I’ve got a couple of hours before the melting serums wear off and I’m two people again, but I think I can make good use of the time … “

And the door closed. Then it opened again, and a long thin pink gooey arm stuck a notice on the doorknob: “DO NOT DISTURB! If the goo’s a rocking, then don’t come a knocking!”

The door closed again, and all that could be heard were giggles.

“Did I mention I meant SIX arms? And THREE clits?”