I smile as I watch Lila explore her new slime body. She was so excited to try the Potion That Makes You Slime, and I’m happy to watch her enjoy it. I’m a little concerned that she’s absorbing the water in the pool, but I suppose she can just enjoy it for now.

She leans on the edge of the pool and smiles to me.

“Want to join me while there’s still water left?”

I shiver and breath sharply. I’m sure I blush as thoughts of sliding into the gooey pool with Lila rush through my head. I should have expected that question but the thought throws me off entirely. The short answer is yes, but the long answer is yes, absolutely, I would love to, I very much do want you to slimy snuggle me, but the vocalized answer—I’m not sure I can say yes.

Besides, the witch said Lila’s body would probably become soporific to the touch. Knowing me I’d sink with no resistance, easy acquiescence, and then who’ll be left to watch over her and make sure the transformation doesn’t go awry somehow?

“Maybe—Maybe later?” I say. Maybe we should—make sure your new form is stable?”

Give me some time to build the courage to say yes, too.

Lila grins. I know that look, and I know I’m sweating to respond.

“Look, yes, I absolutely want to.” I gasp, admitting it aloud a trial. “But I do think I should watch over—”

I breathe as I realize something wet is around my ankle.

I open my mouth to speak but I’m yanked down the chair and flipped upside-down in the air, staring at the dripping purple slime tail rising above me from the pool. Lila giggles somewhere below me.

“Huh, your slime tail is stronger than I expected,” I say. “I didn’t really expect it to lift me high in the air and hold together.” I look at the hard stone below me. “I’m not sure I want to be the test subject for that, though.”

Lila gives a gloppy gasp.

“Oh, you’re right. Sorry, I got a little carried away.”

“You carried me a little . . . away.” She moves me above the pool. “There we go, now you’ll be safe in the event of an accident.”

I look at the pool, growing gooier with her slime. My head throbs.

“I don’t feel that pool is big enough to be safe to fall into,” I say. “Also, the blood is rushing to my head.” I smile. “Please put me down?”

Lila smiles and nods.

“All right, sorry.” She moves me back towards the pool’s edge, as gently as holding a baby bird.

Slime surges against my chest and arms and slides up to my chin. Lila lifts her body out of the pool in an arc, sliding me horizontally onto it. The moment that slime touches my chin the blood-rushed throbbing mellows into a gooey buzz.

“Wai’mmm . . .” I’m only able to mumble as my thoughts grow slow and sticky. It feels like sinking into a warm bath with a soft pillow, but heavy, so heavy, too heavy to move. She hasn’t wrapped around me, though—I could easily move.

Well, I could if her slime weren’t so sticky. As she lays me on the single arc of her body I have a brief fear I might slide off, but I stick to her like a fly in glue. My arms and legs immobile, my body shivers as her cool slime starts to seep under my clothes.

My mouth parts with an exhale as slime squeezes my cheeks, Lila pressing her hands against my face. She moves me closer until we’re her face fills my vision, a position I’m so used to, but now her violet eyes remain still. She doesn’t need to hypnotize me through her eyes at all.

“All right,” she says, “I won’t pull you into the pool until you’re ready.”

I want to mumble a reply, but I’m not even sure what it is as slime seeps over my face and squeezes against my lips. Lila kisses me, her gooey lips sinking against mine, her gooey face sinking against mine. She moves a hand atop my head and her slime seeps over my head, spiraling my thoughts down a stream of slime softening my mind into floating sleep. Her slime slips through my mouth, a fruity taste almost bubbling like sweet wine. When it seeps over my tongue I lose control of my mouth, and despite her slime feeling cool to the touch I feel warm inside as it slides down my throat.

When Lila pulls away from the sticky kiss my mind is spinning and I can’t help but smile. I’m floating through a world of soft slime sticking my thoughts to my beautiful, enchanting, luscious girlfriend.

“mmbllssgch.”

Lila giggles at my burbling.

“What was that?”

“Poolssfbl,” I mumble, after which my tongue remains hanging out, my drool mixing with Lila’s slime.

“You’re ready for a dip in the pool, then?” she somehow translates. “Certainly, although at this point”—she lowers me on her body into the stick, gooey, slime-filled pool—“I don’t think there’s any water left.”

I can only burble sounds as Lila washes her slime over me in big coils, every loop as big as the thickest part of her body usually is. Slime curls around me neck and pulls my chin up to stare at Lila, who smiles above me.

“But I’d muuuuch”—the slime squeezes around me, seeping into all my crevices, heavy as cement and sinking my body into putty as much as she does my mind—“rather hold you in a pool of me, anyway.”

I just burble and sigh as the entire world spins and melts around me, only Lila in focus, everything else slime, goo seeping into my mind. I can feel Lila’s slime wash around my chest and massage my back—I’m not even sure if I’m wearing a shirt anymore. She curls smaller coils around my arms and legs, sliding up under my shorts, seeping and squeezing and hugging me like a complete bath, every bit of skin, bare or not, coated in her slime.

She kisses me again, and as I swallow her slime kiss my thoughts melt completely, even more so than Lila’s body, her slime mixing into my mind as stronger, more solid, gripping what remains.

I float in her slime coils, sink in her slime pool, slimy putty in her gooey grasp, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.