Jennifer Lawrence and the goo

Splash

-Huh, what was that?

Jennifer had startled briefly when she had heard this loud, splashing noise, outside her mansion, as if something heavy had landed in her yard. After a short hesitation, she shrugged her shoulders and lied once more on her bed. She was tired, and didn't feel like going out to check what it was.

Meanwhile, outside the house, a large mass of pink, slimy goo was now slowly creeping in the direction of her home. It had no clear shape, but it seemed to have a conscience of its own. The door was closed, but the goo managed to get under, entering the house with no difficulty, before climbing the stairs leading to Jennifer's bedroom.

Meanwhile, Jennifer was closing her eyes, listening to some music with her headphones on. If she had opened her eyes in this very moment, she would probably have noticed the pink substance entering her room, passing under the door. In a few minutes, it was now completely in her room. Then, something even stranger happened. A vague silhouette rose from the pink mass. A head appeared, then a torso, then a pair of breasts, arms, a waste, until a woman stood right next to the oblivious actress' bed, looking at her in silence. She made one step, a squishy sound accompanying every move of hers, as her pink, gooey body was getting dangerously close.

What was it gonna do with Jennifer? Devour her? Transform her? Or just **** her another way?