By Prender

TF (melting, shrinking)

One day, Bryan thought, Rory would go more than a minute without saying “dude”.

That day was not today.

“Dude!” said Rory, coming into the living room with a small box filled with bottles. “I am going to do you a solid. Trust me.”

“Uh, thanks, Rory, but just getting me the melting potions is enough,” Bryan said.

Rory shook his head with a grin. “Nah, man, trust me on this. See, I do so much business with Goo Labs, that sometimes they throw me some promotional samples. Pass ‘em out to my best clients, get the word around. And these …” He held up a couple of vials. “These are for you and Tim.”

“Okay, then thanks, man. So, um, what do they do?”

So Rory told Bryan.

And Bryan began to grin and grin.

*
Despite it being a Friday night, the Snug Bar wasn’t as packed as usual.

“Hey, we got a table. Like, immediately. What’s happening to this place?” Tim said to Maeve, one of his co-workers.

“I guess everyone decided to clear out early for the long weekend,” she said, raising her beer bottle. “Cheers!”

“Cheers yourself,” Tim grinned, clinking his bottle with hers.

Another co-worker, Daniel, passed by. “Geez, it’s quiet in here.”

“That’s what we just said! Hey, get a beer and join us.”

“Sure, but just the one. Me and the wife are going upstate for the weekend. So, what are you guys doing?”

Tim and Maeve looked at each other and knew what the other was thinking. “Uh, well, me and Bryan are just going to hang around the house,” Tim said as innocently as he could.

“Me and Helena too,” Maeve said.

Daniel shook his head. “And I thought you gay couples were the adventurous ones.”

“Well, we didn’t tell you what we’re going to be doing hanging around the house … Oh hey, here’s Bryan. Bryan! Baby! Over here!”

As Daniel went to the bar Bryan made his way. When he saw the box under his arm Tim’s face lit up.

“You got ‘em? Already?”

“Got ‘em,” Bryan said, reaching into the box. “Including your stuff, Maeve. Have fun!”

“Thanks for getting them, Bryan,” Maeve said. “My wife is gonna love doing this again.”

“I told you, didn’t I? It’s amazing!” Tim grinned. “So, we gonna do it? Tonight? Huh?”

“Well, I was going to get a drink, but … I better take this guy home, Maeve, before he explodes.”

“Explodes into goo, I hope you mean. Have a great weekend, Maeve!”

*

“Arewethereyetarewethereyeatarewethereyet?” Tim was practically bouncing as they walked along the pavement.

Bryan rolled his eyes. Again. Then he grinned. “Tim, my love, we’ve got the whole weekend.”

Tim cheered. “Three days, man!”

“Yeah. Don’t take the brown acid.”

“The what?”

“Woodstock reference. Don’t you get it?”

“Nah, before my time. And before yours too, I’m thinking.”

“Ha! Try growing up with a hippie dad. He’d blast us all with the entire three-record set. From Richie Havens to Jimi Hendrix.”

“Okay, who?”

“You’ll never get get your classic rock badge in the Boy Scouts like this, kiddo.”

“I just need one badge. The melty one.”

Bryan looked at his boyfriend with love and affection. Was it only nine months ago that he’d broached the idea of a melting potion with him? Tim had been disbelieving and, yes, even horrified at the thought. Now the prospect of going all gooey made him go … well … all gooey.

It was a quick walk home but it seemed to take ages. Even getting the door open was an eternity. The pair made for the bedroom and embraced. As their lips locked together, their hands frantically undressed each other, unbuttoning their shirts, undoing their pants.

Tim smiled as Bryan slipped off his jeans. Was there anything less dignified than a guy in just his socks and briefs? Bryan glanced up at him. “You too, babe,” he said, and Tim was happy to oblige.

Tim, now naked, threw himself on the bed. He moved down to his crotch. “Oh, thank God I got those briefs off at last! It was getting crowded in there.”

“Seems a shame to waste it,” Bryan said, slipping his own briefs off.

For some minutes the pair of lovers embraced, kissed, fondled each other slow and long. Finally Tim broke away and gave Bryan the cheeky grin he loved so much. “I think it’s time, don’t you?”

“Time enough.”

“Great! I want to go first!”

“Of course, babe.” Bryan went over to the box he’d brought home and drew out a bottle. He handed it to Tim, who uncorked it and drained its contents. “Cheers, honey.”

As Tim laid back on the bed, Bryan sat down to watch.

At first it seemed like Tim was simply growing paler, then the colour began to drain out of his naked body altogether, until he was transparent. His body began to blur as his features grew less distinct until he looked, Bryan decided, like a big jelly baby.

And then it happened. As he grew less distinct his limbs began to bleed together, his arms fusing with his body, his legs melting together, his penis flattening into his belly. And then he began to lose all form.

Bryan grinned. Laying on the bed now was what could only be described as a blob, a jelly. One that had until just a few minutes ago had been his hard-muscled boyfriend.

He leaned over the bed. “You okay, Tim?”

Somewhere in the middle of the blob a jagged slit appeared that resolved itself into a mouth. Above it two eyes appeared traced into the surface.

“Oh God, I’ll never get tired of this!” said a voice, a little ragged but still recognisable as Tim. “It’s fantastic! Just having no shape at all … Do me a favour, lover?”

“Anything, hon.”

“Stir me?”

Bryan chuckled. He leaned over a little more and dragged his fingers through the gelatinous mass. It felt quite liquid, but not sticky. He knew from past experience that nothing could hurt you in this form — he could squish it all over him and it wouldn’t matter. Tim would still reform after the effects wore off.

As he stirred a little shiver ran through the melted man and a sigh of pleasure could be heard. “Oh yeah, that feels so good.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“I’m waiting for you, baby!”

Bryan uncorked a second bottle and drank it. Then, naked, he crawled onto the bed and plopped himself into the middle of the blob. It felt entirely pleasurable, sinking into the soft goo. As he did he felt himself begin to change. His hand moved down to his genitals but he didn’t have much time to enjoy himself before they stretched themselves out crazily, then broke off altogether. He dropped his penis into his dissolving self. Now he felt himself lose all his shape, just as Tim had. As he did he began to fuse into Tim’s own jelly self, as the pair of them mixed together.

This was the best part, this was what all the fuss was about. Because now there was no Tim, there was no Bryan. There was only the blob, a mix of both men.

And now they were together, one body, one mind, and it was amazingly intimate. To be open to each other, to not just share each other but be each other.

Both men felt the deep love they had for each other, to know for sure just how much they were loved. Sex was great, sex was in fact incredible, but this went even further, a joining together that could not be described, only experienced. They had no genitals now, but their minds shared something even better than an orgasm. Bliss.

*God, it’s …*

**I know, I know.**

*I love you.*

**And I you.**



Tim opened his eyes and … hey! He had eyes! Somewhere in the recent past he’d changed back. Had he, part of the goo, fallen asleep? Or had he transformed back and drifted off? It was always a little hazy.

He rolled over and draped one arm over Bryan, sleeping peacefully next to him. He noted his muscles, the curves of his body. Somehow, after melting, a real body seemed a little limiting, no matter how beautiful.

Bryan’s breathing changed and he opened one eye. “Morning, lover.”

“Hey there.”

“Have a good time last night?”

“The best!”

“Yeah, me too.” Bryan smiled, a little shyly. “Well, today’s a new day and … uh … how would you feel about trying something different?”

“Like what?”

“Well … last night Rory slipped me a little extra serum. Shrinking serum.”

“Shrinking?” Tim could feel something stiffening in his crotch.

“Yeah, did you know Goo Labs did shrinking and invisibility potions as well as melting ones?”

“Ha! I’d like to try that last one, sneak into the guys’ locker room.”

“Oh yeah, that was a childhood fantasy of mine too. The fact that I was actually in the guys’ locker room never stopped me fantasising about it either.”

Bryan got out of bed, and Tim noted he was also sporting something hard. He took something out of the box, this time a little vial. He uncorked it. “Phew! This one smells a lot stronger than the melting serum. But … here goes …” Scrunching up his face, he downed the contents.

“Hey! Get back on the bed before you start shrinking!” Tim called.

“I’m not sure it’s supposed to work that fast,” Bryan said, but he obliged.

Tim cradled him. “I think it’s starting already!”

It was. As Tim held Bryan he could feel his partner start to shift, to get smaller. From about the same height as Tim, to about a foot shorter … then getting smaller.

It was really happening, Bryan thought. I’m really shrinking. A stab of fear hit him. Just how small would he get? Could he become ant-size, even smaller? Even … microscopic? Could he become so small he’d slip through atoms? Would he, could he, even vanish altogether? What had he done?

Quickly he dismissed the thoughts. He’d tried plenty of Goo Labs serums, and they’d never endangered him in the past. Yes, it was a bit incautious of him to simply swallow something without knowing all the facts, but he knew these serums were designed to never let their user be hurt. After all, simply making your customers vanish wouldn’t be good for your word of mouth.

He looked up at Tim, who was shooting up in the air, growing as tall as a house, then as a building. Only, of course, it was he, Bryan, who was changing height.

“I think it’s stopped, hon.”

Bryan was lying on the bed, the endless plains of the sheets stretching away like a desert. He stood up, a bit unsteadily. Nothing seemed to be happening. Tim was right.

“How tall am I now?” he said. What followed was a sound like thunder that he realised was Tim laughing.

“What’s so funny, man?”

Tim crouched down before him. “Sorry, lover, but you sound like you’re on helium. Anyway, I’d say you’re about nine inches tall. Kind of like a living Ken doll.”

The landscape changed as Tim rolled over on his back. “And coincidentally, nine inches is about the same size of something else.”

A hand hovered over him, a little unsure. Bryan nodded approval and gently the hand picked him and deposited him on Tim’s belly.

Belly? No.

A little lower down.

And, oh man …

“It’s as tall as me!” Bryan cried.

“Well, let’s compare and contrast.” Tim pulled himself erect. “Uh, yep, pretty much the same height.”

“Oh God, I don’t know if this is my fondest wish or worst nightmare!”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Says the skyscraper sized boyfriend.”

“Well, maybe we should think about these things before making ourselves small, shouldn’t we?” More thunderous laughing again.

“I think you could ride it, babe.” Again Bryan was picked up, then Tim sat up and deposited his tiny lover on … well, you know what on.

“Fuck. This is really giving me size issues. I feel like I’m riding the bomb like in Dr Strangelove.”

“In … what?”

“That does it, Tim. We’re instituting an education program for you.”

“Would this be the School of Geek? ‘One of us, one of us!’”

“Hey! Good reference! I’m proud of you.”

Tim reached down and placed Bryan on his chest. “You’re cute at this size.”

“You’re cute at any size. So, what do you want to do?”

“Well, I have something hard to deal with, and I suggest you do the same. And then …”

“And then?”

Again the patented Tim grin. “When you go back to your usual size, well … any more of those shrinking serums?”

Bryan grinned too.

“Yep. But we need to pace ourselves.”

After all, the weekend was only beginning.