Out To Lunch With A Slime Girl

Sally comes into the living room dressed in a bejeweled white tank top and short jean shorts, making her curves almost able to compete with Mrs Incredible. "Why don't we go out and grab some food? I'm famished!"

"Sounds good to me," you say, turning off the TV and rising to join her. "Where to?"

"Why don't we drive around for a bit and see what we find?" She grabs the keys to her car from a table by the door and leads you outside. Her parents had bought her the car for her birthday, and, like with everything else, they had spared no expense. You have no idea what make it is, something imported most likely, and you're fairly certain you could never afford one yourself. It's sleek, white, and sporty, and looks like it could go pretty fast despite Sally being a generally careful driver. You slip into the passenger seat, and immediately leap up in pain; the leather seats were burning hot from being out in the sun on this hot day, even through your shorts!

"Ah, jeez!" you yelp. "Might wanna let them cool down for a second."

"Oh, phew, good call!" Sally says, sounds extremely relieved you sacrificed your ass first. She reaches in and starts up the car, and flips a few switches inside. "I'll just get the seat coolers on for a moment. That'll fix things right up." Seat coolers? That's a feature you've never heard of before. But for a car like this you wouldn't be surprised if it flew to be honest.

Once the seats have cooled off, you make another attempt to sit down, this time without burning your butt off. Sally hops into the driver's seat and immediately turns the air conditioning on to full blast against her face. She looks like she's been sweating quite a bit, even though you weren't outside all that long.

"You melting over there?" you joke as her half of the car begins to feel like a refrigerator.

"Yeah, but I'll live," she replies, but in a strangely serious tone, like she assumed what you said hadn't been a joke. She backs out into the street, and the two of you take off into town to look for a restaurant. "I hate these hot days," she continues, "always having to cool myself off. But, that's life I guess."

"Yeah, they're never fun. It's weird, it's not usually this hot in the summer. I wonder what's up with that."

In between discussing the excessive heat and it's causes, you scope the town for a good place to eat. Neither of you had ever been very picky eaters, and Sally always preferred to have cheap food over the opulent meals her family always prepared, so really nothing was off the table. Eventually you decided on a family sit down restaurant (luckily one with air conditioning), drawing many looks of awe at the expensive vehicle pulling into the lot at such a modest establishment.

The lunch rush seems to be in full swing right now, and it takes a while before you're able to get a seat. While you wait the two of you take a seat on a bench close to the air conditioning for Sally's sake (she still looks like she's sweating a lot for some reason).

"You okay?" you ask her, a bit worried that she hasn't cooled off yet.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," she waves off your concern, "there's just a lot of people in here and it's warming me up a lot."

"Is it really getting to you that much? I'm not feeling it at all myself."

She looks at you slightly confused. "You know I'm sensitive to heat, right?"

"I... What do you mean?"

"Steven, you know I melt in heat. That's why my parents had my car customer fitted with seat coolers and everything. Are you feeling okay?"

"You melt?? What do you mean?" you ask, now very confused. She only returns a similarly confused look.

"Steven, look at this." She holds up one of her hands, and you can see the sweat droplets dripping from her finger tips. However, on closer inspection, you realize those aren't sweat drops at all; that is actually her finger melting!

"Yo, seriously, are you okay?! Do you need to go to the hospital or something?!" Something is very wrong. People aren't supposed to melt! That just doesn't happen! But for some reason she doesn't even seem that concerned about it!

"No..." she says, still giving you weird looks. "I just need to cool off for a few minutes and eat something and I'll be fine. Remember I gain mass with food?"

"I j-- wh-- what are you even talking about right now?!" Melting? Gaining mass? What are all these weird things she's talking about?!

Before Sally has time to answer your question, a very large woman decides to sit down next to you on the crowded bench, squashing Sally! She doesn't seem to feel your girlfriend under her huge ass in the slightest; she looked like she got smushed right under her huge cheek!

"Uhh, ma'am, I think you need to get up, you just sat on my girlfriend!" you tell her in a panic.

"Did I?" she asks, grinding her cheeks around on the seat to feel for anything there. "I don't feel anybody." She's playing dumb; you can see the sly grin on her face as she talks.

"Look, just get up for a second so she can move! She already doesn't like the heat!" A few other patrons are looking this way now, hearing the commotion you're making, and eventually the looks they're giving her pressure her to stand back up. The sight beneath her huge bottom shocks you to your core.

There's no blood, but your girlfriend has been smashed to a puddle against the seat, the same color as her fair skin with her clothes floating around. Some of it remains stuck to the fat woman's pants, mixing with the other sweat splotches. You can just barely make out a face trying to form itself in the puddle, and suddenly Sally speaks!

"Aww, rubbish. I knew something like this would happen," she says, her voice sounding more annoyed than anything else, and slightly like she's got water in her mouth. "Just scoop up whatever you can, Steven." Shaking and terrified, you do what she says, clearing the seat for that whale to sit back down. Her body feels like that slime used on old Nickelodeon shows, gooey and viscous, but still warm like a person's body. People seemed concerned that the woman sat on somebody, but nobody seems to care in the slightest that you're holding the melted remains of that person right now!

"A-are you okay?" you stammer, looking down at Sally in your cupped hands. "How did this happen?!"

"Huh? Steven, you know this, I melt under heat and pressure. Did you get enough sleep last night? You're acting kinda wonky today."

"But this doesn't happen to people! It never has!" you quietly yell at her through your teeth, trying not to draw any more attention to the two of you. "How are you even alive right now?!"

"Steven, I've been like this all my life. Ever since you knew me. You always tell me you like that I'm unique because of it. Do you seriously not remember any of that?"

"Sally, the only thing I remember is you being exactly like me the last time I saw you. You didn't get squishy and melt and stuff at all." The flesh colored puddle in your hands gives you a concerned look as she realizes you really don't understand what she's talking about.

"Well... as you can see, I'm not exactly human," she explains to you. "My body can stretch and squish and melt and all that, and it doesn't hurt me a bit. I've always been nervous about letting people know about it, but you've always been so supportive of me about it. That... hasn't changed since you forgot, has it?"

"Sally, something like this isn't gonna stop me from loving you," you tell her. "I mean, it's different, but it's not bad different. I think it's really cool! You're like a super hero!" You're suddenly reminded of the movie earlier, and get extremely excited at the prospect of getting to have sex with her, even more so than you already were.

"That's what you always used to tell me before," she says with a giggle. "I'm glad to see you haven't changed without your memory. I was a bit worried there."

You sit with Sally in your hands for a while longer until you get called to a table, by which time she seems to have shaped her body into a miniature version of herself. So heat melts her, but the cold helps her reform. These are the details you need to know, or, as it were, remember about her now. It shouldn't be too hard to live with a stretchy girlfriend, just a little different. You place your orders with the waitress, Sally ordering a significantly larger portion to compensate for her lost mass. You wonder for a bit just how much eating could alter her body, if she can control where that mass is distributed to. This is certainly a going to be a fun weekend.