Small Talk

You look down at your girlfriend in your cupped hands, marveling at her restored, small body. She looks exactly as she had before, but now only a couple of inches tall and completely naked. It’s like your holding a fairy in the palm of your hands, a sexy fairy whose tits you can leer at. This is all still so weird for you, but getting to have your girlfriend fit in your hand was pretty cool.

“Hey Steven, can you grab my clothes. When I grow back I’d like to be wearing something,” Sally says, not acting bothered by your gaze at all. Blushing a little, you put her down on your empty plate and rush back to the entrance to grab her clothing. You get back to find her spread out on your plate, just relaxing like she nothing was different. Putting the clothes in her unoccupied seat, you sit back down and try to have a conversation with your girlfriend. Of course, you can think of nothing so she starts.

“So after we have dinner can we go back to your place instead of mine? I was thinking we might bring out the air pump and let Jake and June bounce a little on top of me,” Sally asked, like it was completely normal. Once again, your face goes blank as you stumble to find an answer. “You want them to bounce on you?”

“Of course,” Sally says, no longer looking completely relaxed as she stands up and stares hard at you. “Seriously, this is getting so weird. You act like I’ve never melted before; you don’t remember the fun stuff we do and think I’m some delicate flower. Bloody Hell Steven, is everything okay with you.”

Sally’s concern is touching, but you don’t know how to answer that. Something is wrong with the world and only you seem to be aware of it. You should say something but you’re sure Sally would just think your crazy. It was best just to go with what was going on and hopefully things would go back eventually. Until then, you might as well enjoy yourself and be a good boyfriend. Reaching out, you lightly grasp your tiny girlfriend in your hand, stroking her back with your thumb as you smile reassuringly at her. “I think I’m just a little bit tired. I don’t need all my memories to know I love you and you’re the most important person in the world to me.”

“That’s so sweet. You’re definitely going to get a reward tonight when we are alone,” Sally replied, the last part said in a husky voice. Grinning, you could hardly wait. Just as you’d gotten the issue of your memory loss settled, your food arrived. You had a burger and salad while Sally got herself three burgers, two hot dogs and a big helping of fries. Sally eyed her meal hungrily, eager to fill herself up and grow back. She liked when you held her but she felt so **** in this form, not that being **** couldn’t be sexy when the both of you are alone. You were about to put her down when she called out to you. “What are you doing, Steven? You know I absorb food best when I’m slime.”

“So, uh, what do you want me to do?” You ask, still trying to learn all the little details about your girlfriend’s new form. You feel like maybe you should be taking notes.

“You’re memory really is terrible today,” Sally commented, once more looking at you strangely. You smile back, trying to not draw too much attention to your ignorance. You already caused a scene earlier when you feared Sally was in danger when she was squished. “Warm me up. You can roll me between your palms until I melt or stick me into your mouth until I’m soft enough or even sit on me. We’ve done this kind of stuff all the time, how can you not remember?”

“Sorry,” is all you can say. Well, you’re no sticking your girlfriend in your mouth and you aren’t going to sit on her. That leaves one option. Hesitantly, you pull your hands together, trapping Sally between your palms. The last thing you see is her smiling face before she’s flattened between both your hands. You remind yourself she survived being sat on by a three hundred pound woman, so she’ll be safe. You start rubbing your palms together, creating warmth from the friction. At first, it feels like your rolling a piece of play dough around in your hands, then you feel it getting softer. Before you know it, Sally is started to drip from between your palms. Quickly, you move her over her food and pull your arms apart, letting her fall onto the plate with a splat. It just looks like you dropped a pink slime onto her food until it starts moving over the meal on it’s own.

You watch in amazement as Sally spreads over her burgers, hotdogs and fries, covering them completely. You hear some wet gurgling noise and the food starts to dissolve. This nearly freaks you out; you had no idea that Sally could become acidic. She was breaking down the food fast, absorbing every last bit and getting bigger as she did it. You worry that she’ll consume the plate too but thankfully she stops after everything is gone. She just wobbles around on the plate, her smiling face appearing in the middle of the pink blob.

“Urp!”

You cringe as she belches, your appetite ruined by the weird way of eating. Seeing her melt a plate of food in seconds was making you seriously freak out over how much you touched her. Could she have done that to your hands?

Sally’s gelatinous form moves off her plate and onto her empty chair, her body already starting to return to normal. Unlike her meal, it takes her a little bit of time to regain form, but eventually, she returns to normal. Your eyes widen as you see she is also naked. You hand her back what she had been wearing before. She takes them in her unformed, flipper-like fingers and starts getting dressed. Too bad something is wrong, preventing her from getting dressed.