Like any good slime girl, she goes with the flow!

"Oh, that's strange. Honey, I'm all...gooey." Sarah pressed a translucent hand to her tummy and pulled it away, thin strands of slime clinging to her finger tips as she withdrew them.

"How do you feel?" her husband inquired.

"I feel...good. Or at least not bad." She placed her hand on her hips and squeezed, causing her fingers to meld with her body, sinking in until the surface membrane dispersed and there was no seam between her wrists and body. "Whoa! That's different!" Sarah whipped her arms back out of herself, causing thin tendrils to spring forth before they solidified into the familiar shape of her hands once more. "Ok, this will take some getting used to..."

"Do you need help getting out?" Tom held his hand out to assist his gelatinous wife.

"No, I think I've got it. Just give me a second to figure this out." Sarah wobbled side to side, trying to find her balance in her new body. The movement caused her entire body to jiggle, which did not go unnoticed (or unappreciated) by her husband. She rocked her center of mass forward before collapsing and reforming herself, like a flan dropping out of a mold. "Nope! That's not it. Let's try this..." The base of her body, where it connected to the shower floor, rolled over it itself, rotating like a wave cresting a shore. It carried Sarah forward, gradually conveying her up and over the lip of the shower. Tom was transfixed by how gracefully she glided forward. Even as her base spilled over edge of the shallow tub, her head stayed perfectly level. He didn't have any prior experience with slime girls, but his wife appeared to be a natural.

"Ta-da!" Sarah held her arms up in a gymnastic flourish as she completed her dismount. "It's just that easy!" Tom played along, giving his wife an enthusiastic round of applause. "The trick is to just think about what I want to do and the let my body handle it. Trying to walk didn't do it, but wanting to get out of the shower was all it took."

"This is amazing. You're amazing! I can't believe this is you now." Even though he was responsible for her current slimy state, Tom was genuinely surprised by just how effective his wish was. He anticipated that his wife would be shocked by such a sudden transformation, but she seemed to take it all in stride. Or at least the closest approximation such a blobby life form would have to a "stride".

"You're telling me! It's like I'm made of Jell-O! And...I can feel my insides. Like, it's not just on the surface. I can feel all of this goo just rolling around inside of me. It's nice! It's like a massage whenever I move. And that ache I had in my back is gone! I guess it's cause I just don't have a back, huh?" She raised her hands over her head like a ballerina doing a pirouette and span her upper body around in a complete circle.

"I'm glad you like the way you feel because I love the way the way you look!" Tom could already feel himself getting turned on by wife's new slimy self.

"Oh really?" Sarah's tone became sultry. "Well, I may like the way I feel, but what do you think?" She reached out and took each of his hands in her own. He felt his new wife for the first time. Her hands were initially cool although they seemed to quickly absorb and reflect his own heat. She melded her fingers into mitten-like shapes and enveloped his hands. "So...how is it?"

Tom was briefly at a loss for words. "Its...incredible. It feels like...a thousand warm ocean tides, moving in and out ." He didn't mean to dabble in poetry or metaphor, it was just the first thought that came to his mind. He was overwhelmed by the sensation of countless tiny currents rolling over his hands.

"Really? That's so sweet." There was a coyness in her voice that Tom hadn't heard since they were dating. "What about these?" She firmed her fingers back up and pulled his hands to her quivering breasts. He held one in each palm and savored their perfect softness. Sarah exhaled sharply as her husband squeezed her tits, testing their elasticity.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Was that too hard?" Tom relaxed his grip.

"No! Not at all! I was just surprised. I felt that in my entire body. I felt it in here." She pointed to her core. "It was...really good. Try it again."

Her husband dutifully obliged, wrapping his hands around her cerulean breasts and giving them a firm squeeze. It was Tom's turn to be surprised this time, as his fingers sunk through the surface of the tits and he found his hands once more submerged within his wife.

"Gotcha! I think I've figured it out! It's like flexing a muscle. I can be just as liquid or solid as I want!" To punctuate her point she "flexed" her chest and expelled her husbands wandering hands. "Speaking of solid..." Sarah ran a hand along the bulge straining against the fly of Tom's pants "...what are we going to do about this?"

Tom's imagination ran wild. "...I have some ideas."