Betty the Jelly-Girl

There really is something different about these Hybrid Suite girls; each one is a unique woman, unlike any other in the world. You find yourself especially drawn to Betty, the gorgeous goo-girl, who is currently sitting in what looks like a very large plastic bucket. At the moment, the translucent green slime that makes up her body is shaped into an **** hourglass figure, with huge, nearly spherical breasts and wide hips, with the suggestion of a venus mons set appropriately where her legs would separate, if she had any. Slow-moving currents of "hair" flow from behind her beautiful, semi-transparent face. She smiles as you meet her gaze, then abruptly melts into her container, as though playing a very unusual, fluid form of hard-to-get.

You can't help but chuckle at her antics, and decide that Betty is the girl for you. Removing the collar from your back pocket, you wak slowly over to the oversized pail and call out her name. One of her semi-liquid eyes appears, then the other. Still smiling, you hold out the collar for her to see. Both eyes widen, and slowly, Betty's face takes shape and rises up, the rest of her body following suit, a look of pure delight on her features. She reaches for the collar, and rather than opening it and re-clasping at her throat, the leather accessory simply passes through her neck, settling in place with a gentle "schlerp!", like the sound dessert gelatin makes when you stick your finger into it. She gazes lovingly at you, then leans in to give you a big, sloppy "kiss" that completely covers your face. Before you can ****, Betty pulls back, her face re-forming from around yours, then giggles at the look of shock and awe written across your features.

"Ah, wonderful!" the clerk says approvingly. "I can see that you two will be perect for each other. If you wouldn't mind grabbing that container, sir? It comes with Betty; gives her a place to liquefy when she wants some rest."

You grab the bucket handle, but before you lift it, Betty has left it entirely, sticking to you instead. Her head appears on top of your left shoulder, smiling cheerfully, and she gives you another kiss. Melted together, the two of you follow the clerk back to the lobby, where he's already rummaging through drawers. "Hmm, let's see, I know I left them around here somewhere ... Aha! there they are!" he shouts, bringing out about ten packs of lime Jell-O. "We've found that these are one of Betty's two preferred means of nourishment," he explains. "The gelatin helps her grow and gives her substance, and the sugar content provides energy."

"What's her other preferred food source?" you ask.

"Male semen. It gives her protein."

"Oh!"

"Also, make sure you give her plenty of water. We've found that soaking for long periods of time in cool water helps her absorb it more easily."

"You mean, like in a pool?"

"Oh, good heavens, no! Swimming pools use far too much chlorine. I'm afraid Betty is very sensitive to chemical contaminants, so be sure to keep her away from dish or laundry detergents, or any other strong or poisonous chemicals. On the plus side, she's quite good at absorbing dissolved nutrients and microorganisms, so if you just empty your pool and refill it with normal water, she should be able to clean it for you herself without resorting to chemical treatments."

You look over at Betty, whose head is still beside yours. "So, does this mean you'll keep my pool from getting bugs and algae in it?"

Betty coos and burbles, nodding enthusiastically.

"Wow, you really do come in handy!" you exclaim, giving her an affectionate pat on the head. Betty laughs and kisses you, a simple peck on the lips this time.

At last, after signing a small stack of papers, you and Betty are free and clear. Setting her oversize bucket on the passenger seat, you give Betty a moment to detach from you and flow into it. Then you wrap a seatbelt around it, start the engine and head for home. On the way, you notice a pleasant, somewhat fruity scent. Hey, wait a minute, I don't have an air-freshener in here!

You turn to find Betty with her head and upper body out of the container, gazing out at the scenery as you drive her home. You reach over to pat her shoulder, and as she turns to you, you see that her face is completely flat from being pressed against the window. You can't help but laugh as it takes her a second to make her face three-dimensional again. Betty joins in, and leans out of her container to put her arms around your neck, pressing her warm, yielding cheek to yours. Where they meet, her arms melt together to form an unbroken circle. You wish you didn't have to concentrate on driving; otherwise, you'd just cuddle up with Betty right now!

Fortunately, the drive home isn't too long. As soon as you open the door, Betty is clinging tightly to you, cooing and making something like a rippling, liquid purr, kissing and licking at you, leaving warm sticky trails across your cheeks. You carry her resting-bucket inside, dropping it on the floor - something to get to later, you suppose. Right now, your number one priority is sating your lust, as well as that of the delicious, eager jelly-girl in your arms, around your neck, around your waist, and practically adhering to your crotch!