By Prender

TF (liquidisation)


“So, coffee?” my girlfriend smiles at me.

“Sounds good,” I said.

Her eyes danced with laughter, but she was trying to keep a serious face. Accent on “trying”. If you knew her as well as I did, you wouldn’t be fooled at all.

We were sitting around the table, a lazy Sunday breakfast having been eaten. Jane leaned back in her chair. The sun shone through the window on her blonde hair … and the flimsy babydoll top she wore.

She studied me for a second “You want milk?”

“Oh yeah, that would be great.”

Both she and I looked at the outsized coffee cup sitting on the table. Right now that cup was one of the most interesting things in the world to us.

Abruptly Jane got up and went, not into the kitchen, but the bedroom. I could hear her rummage around there before she came back.

In her hands she clasped two tiny little bottles. Each of them contained a glowing blue liquid.

A little thrill ran through me.

Jane sat back down. Her eyes gleamed. “Me first,” she said. It wasn’t a question but I nodded my agreement anyway.

She stood up again. “Won’t need this now,” she said, and she pulled her babydoll over her head. I loved the way her breasts bounced as she freed them from the top. She caught me enjoying her strip and smirked at me. “You too, Dean.”

I shrugged. Sauce for the goose, etc. I wriggled out of my briefs and we both sat naked.

Without a word Jane picked up one little bottle and drank the contents. Then she burped. “Damn thing. Why does it always do that?”

“I don’t know, babe. Maybe it’s because it’s a mysterious blue liquid we know nothing about?”

“Or maybe it’s full of beans,” she giggled. “Oh, oh, Dean. I can feel it. The tingle. You know what that means, right?”

I did.

She looked at me and grinned. Then she leaned over and placed her little finger at the bottom of the cup.

And then her body seemed to shimmer and turn inside out and for a second I could see her face change, and the look on the face was ecstasy itself, and she hung in the air and there was a rush …

And the coffee cup was full.

Which it hadn’t been a second before.

I looked at the strong espresso, rich and dark and smelling so good.

“Hello baby,” I said with a smile.

Was it my imagination or did the surface of the coffee seem to shimmer, like it was waving a greeting?

It looked so … inviting.

There was another bottle on the table. I smiled. 

“I’ll be there in a second. Stay warm.”

It was quiet in the room. Usually Jane would be chattering away, but now she was silent. 

I picked up the tiny bottle and a thrill went through me. This wouldn’t be my first time changing into something else, but trust me, it never got old. One moment a human, and the next … something else. Anything else.

I opened the bottle and put it to my lips and drank it all.

I put the bottle down and looked at the cup. I was shaking slightly and I’ll admit a certain part of my body was, well, quite excited. Well, that wouldn’t be a problem soon. I reached out with a trembling finger and touched the inner surface of the cup.

The change … I don’t know how to explain it. The only thing I can call it is orgasmic. A slight tingling that quickly expanded into a rush. A dizzying sensation. A huge rush. A feeling of motion as my body swiftly transformed, my six-foot frame shrinking and at the same time moving through the air, That bizarre split second when I was between states, neither flesh or blood nor liquid. And then …

Then I was milk.



I poured into the cup, and as I did the coffee — Jane — changed too, the dark brown mellowing to a tan as the milk — me — mixed with it.

Mixed with it.

Jane and I melded together, neither of us separate, now part of each other.

In many ways the ultimate in intimacy.



I’m not sure I can explain what it felt like unless you try it for yourself (and I’d recommend it!). It wasn’t like I had senses any more. It wasn’t like I was me any more. Yet I felt things. I knew what I was. I was aware of everything. I knew Jane  was with me.

How did I know all this? Beats me. Transformation potions, eh?

I

felt safe and comfortable and perfectly at ease. I knew Jane did too. In a while — maybe another hour or so — we’d change back to two naked people. We’d hug and laugh and make love and dream of doing this again — or something like it. Jane had heard about a family who had made a cake. Literally. And I have to say, being baked sounded … intriguing.



For now, though …

For now, it was coffee time.