“Welcome to General Burger, home of the Four Star Burger. May I take your order?”
Evan stepped up to the counter, barely able to look the clerk in the eye. It was just his luck that it would work out this way. Three clerks, and a line of hungry customers on a busy Friday night. He had been so focused on the menu that he hadn’t noticed who was working, and by the time he did it was too late to leave without making things awkward. He had quickly counted the number of customers in front of him and relaxed when he thought that he would be called up to a different teller. But one customer was taking her sweet time and the next customers ended up being a group. That left him coming face to face with Gwen.
She had given the franchise standard greeting and was now staring at him. Waiting. His words caught in his throat. He’d had a crush on her ever since he’d spotted her walking down the hallway at school. She had long brunette hair, soft features, and amazing lips. He always felt himself melt whenever she walked past him. And now she was staring at him.
“I… I, um… I…” he sputtered.
Gwen cocked her head slightly, wonder what the hell was wrong with this guy. She thought she might have seen him around school, but she couldn’t be sure. He just looked like any other scrawny guy. She’d seen dozens like him already since she had started her shift. They all kind of blended together.
“Would you like to have the Four Star burger?” she offered. The strange guy nodded enthusiastically.
“A combo?”
Another nod.
“What to drink?”
Another nod.
Gwen stared at him for a moment before glancing down at her screen. She punched in the code for a diet, caffeine-free soda. She didn’t know if the guy was having a rough day or was about to have some sort of medical emergency, but she didn’t think he needed any sugar or caffeine at the moment. She composed herself and look back up at the weirdo.
“That’ll be $7.85.”
Evan extended a shaky hand with a $10 bill in it. As he passed it to Gwen, their fingers touched.
And that was all it took for Gwen's wish induced transformation to take effect. Evan had gone to the party hoping to get enough liquid courage to ask Gwen out. Instead, he had watched her from afar all night, cursing his own cowardice even as his longing grew more and more lustful as he downed drink after drink. He final spoke his desire into a half filled glass off beer before he passed out:
“I wish I could make her totally wet just by touching her.”
The wish Jon had put in place changed an off-handed desire into reality. As Evan and Gwen’s fingers touched, a ripple of electricity seemed to flow into the girl. She started twitching and quivering violently. She barely had time to moan a throaty “Oh!”
And that’s when she melted.
Gwen's entire body instantaneously converted from flesh and bone into liquid. And not just any liquid, but her own grool. Her body lost definition as her gooey mass lost all stability and she dropped like an overturned barrel of lube. She splattered against the counter and the floor in a wet slap, drawing everyone’s attention. Evan looked down at his hand, the money damp with a slimy sheen. He dropped the money and backed away.
A slighter older guy came forward, most likely the manager, and he approached the counter while being careful not to step into the puddle Gwen had become. “Sir, I do apologize for the inconvenience. I see you were ordering a Four Star burger combo. This one’s on us.”
Evan was trapped in a shocked gaze, his eyes transfixed on the Gwen-puddle. Her empty clothes were soaking up the fluid she had become. He barely registered a tray of food being handed to him with a clean ten dollar bill and being told to “Have a good night.”
As he shuffled to an empty table, his mind ran wild. He never would have imagined Gwen suffered from Sudden Personal Instantaneous Liquid Transmogrification. Whenever Gwen interacted with a particular stimulus, specifically any physical contact with Evan, she would immediately transform into a person-sized glob of feminine lubricant. Of course, such a thing should not be within the realm of normal possibility, but the power of the stone made such a condition a normal occurrence. Nobody thought it strange that Gwen was the only case of such a condition in the entire world.
Evan sulked as he sat down. Shit, I blew my chance with Gwen. And what’s worse, I wanted a chicken sandwich!
Back at the counter, the manager assessed the situation. There had to be over a hundred liters of liquid all over the floor and counter. He looked back into the kitchen area and waved a worker over.
“Hey, Aaron, jump off of prep for a bit and help me out here. Get the mop and clean all of this up. We need to keep it all together. That apparently speeds up the recovery process. Anything that you used to clean this up, and anything she is touching that you can easily move, all needs to be kept together. I’ll see if I can call someone in to help us out.”
The overworked, underpaid teen shuffled back to the maintenance room. As he snapped on the light, the mop let out a shriek and began blinking her assaulted eyes.
“Fuck!” it cried out. “Can’t you assholes give me a little warning?!”
Aaron ignored the mop. It was always a bitch. He grabbed its wooden shaft and grabbed a mostly clean garbage bin before stepping out of the room. As Aaron and the cleaning supplies came behind the counter, the mop’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “What is that smell?”
“Gwen,” Aaron grunted.
“What did she spill now?”
“No. It’s Gwen.”
Aaron slapped on a pair of gloves and reached in the puddle, removing all of the soaked clothing which dripped with a pungent, viscous slime. As the articles were dropped into to bin, the reality of the situation dawned on the mop. “You’ve got to be shitting me!”
Aaron only responded by stripping off the gloves, chucking them into the bucket, and picking up the mop before slapping its head into to gooey mess. A couple days ago, the mop had been a girl named Vanessa. She was pretty, popular, and she knew it. But she crossed the wrong fast food employee and had been reduced to just her head on the top of a mop pole. Her once beautiful hair was now soiled by every mess one could imagine in a fast food restaurant. And now that included a girl who had been converted into a pool of her own juices.
Aaron made quick work of Gwen, wiping the girl up as best he could. She was now sitting in the dark in the maintenance closet, everything that could be collected was now in the garage container. Her clothes, the towels and gloves that cleaned her up, and the $10 bill Evan had left behind with the ooze that had once been her fingers. Even Vanessa’s head was left submerged in the bin so that any globs of Gwen straggling in her hair was included in the blob. With luck, Gwen would be back to normal by some point Sunday afternoon.
She was already making great progress. Nobody could tell, but the most primal impulses of Gwen’s mind were already beginning to resurface. And at the moment she only had one desire:
Finding that boy and getting him to touch her again!
===
Amy was practically ravenous as she furiously kissed her girlfriend. The pair had gone to her house right after school, made small talk and chatted with her mom, welcomed her dad home from work, and wished them a good evening as they departed for dinner. As the rumble of the car engine disappeared into the distance, Amy had pounced on Liz. The make out session started in the kitchen, where Amy pulled Liz in for a deep kiss. She then pulled her over into the living room and pushed her onto the couch so Amy could sit in her lap, straddling her.
As she bucked her hips and dry humped her girlfriend, she could feel the growth in Liz’s pants coming to life. Liz responded by reaching up and massaging Amy’s right breast while her other hand reached behind her and gently traced its way up and down Amy’s spine, causing her to shudder eagerly. She gave Liz a particular deep kiss before pulling away slightly and whispering into her lover’s ear.
“I’ve been missing you all week.” Amy felt a noticeable twitch in the lap she was sitting on. “And it feels like you’ve been missing me, too.” She licked Liz’s earlobe.
“S-stop teasing me. Your room. Now!”
Amy purposely rolled her hips as she was getting up, getting in a little more teasing. She could see from the noticeable bulge in Liz’s spandex running pants that she was inspiring the desired effect. Amy offered a hand and pulled Liz up, which the seated girl eagerly took. Once standing, she tightened her grip on Amy’s hand and dashed down the hall, practically dragging Amy behind her. The following girl didn’t mind though. She loved how strong and assertive Liz was, and she particularly enjoyed how take charge she was when she got worked up. Like now. Amy was openly giggling as Liz pulled them into Amy’s bedroom and onto the bed.
Like a pair of magnets, the two instantly came together as soon as they hit the mattress. Hands searching, lips dancing, tongues probing, bodies writhing. Eventually, Liz’s moans turned to telltale grunts. She was beginning to get uncomfortable. Amy knew this to be her cue as she pulled away and grabbed the waistband of Liz’s pants. She took a moment to appreciate the massive bulge straining against the material before yanking the pants down in a smooth, practiced tug.
Liz’s horse cock flowed out as it was released from its spandex confinement, its flat head already smeared with a thick layer of precum. Amy reached down and gripped the appendage in her hand, her fingers already barely fitting around it. Liz groaned as Amy gave it gentle strokes, watching transfixed as it throbbed and grew in her hand. Soon, the mighty shaft was at full mast, extending perversely between the toned girl’s legs.
Amy released her toy and quickly started pulling off her clothing. Liz took the opportunity to remove her own top as well. Once the two girls were completely naked, they moved together again, sandwiching the shaft between their bodies. Liz felt two pairs of breasts rubbing against her shaft and her girlfriend’s wet folds grinding against its base, the excited pussy dripping its juices onto her engorged nuts. The two were alternating between making out with each other and giving kisses to the flared head poking out from between their shared cleavage.
The ringing of a cell phone pulled the pair away from their fun. Amy gave a huff and reached for her discarded pants, fishing through them until she pulled out the noisy device. She let out a groan.
“It’s work. Fuck me.”
“If you insist,” Liz said with a cheshire grin. She gave Amy a playful push so she was laying flat on the bed. She stood up and backed away, giving herself the clearance needed to line up her throbbing animal meat with Amy’s dripping snatch.
“Stop! I need to take this.”
“So… take it,” Liz said, rubbing her cockhead against Amy’s entrance. “Take it all.”
Amy’s thumb hovered over the button. She smiled and gave Liz a small nod. She pressed the button as her girlfriend slid inside her.
“Hell-oooooooh,” Amy moaned into the phone. “Yes, hi, Greg. What? She what?! Wow… ooooh wooooow… Oh! No, I just can’t believe that happened. What? No, I can’t come in. Somethings in me. I’m mean I’m in the middle of something! Mmm… yeah, sorry… Good luck.”
Liz had been sliding more and more of her length into Amy throughout the call. She loved watching Amy twitch and shudder as she was stuffed more and more with rigid horse cock. “What was that all about?” Liz asked, not even looking away from the enticing vision of wet lips stretched around her shaft.
“Gwen from work had an… incident. She kinda… exploded.”
At this, Liz stopped inching her meat forward and her gaze snapped up, looking at Amy for any sign she was joking. But Amy only nodded, indicating that Liz had heard her correctly. “She ‘exploded?’”
“Yep. Turns out Gwen has SPILT. A customer touched her and bam! She exploded into a massive puddle of pussy lube. Apparently she was everywhere. They mopped up what’s left of her and have it in a bucket in the back room. They’re looking for someone else to fill in her for her.”
“Wow…” was all Liz could mutter.
“But that’s not the kind of ‘filling in’ I’m looking for tonight,” Amy said, wiggling her hips. The act earned a grunt from Liz who looked back down to where they were joined. “Fill me up, baby,” Amy whispered in a husky voice.
Liz needed no further encouragement as she slid in as much of her rod as she could. She quickly bottomed out inside of Amy even though the majority of her length was still exposed, her medial ridge still several inches away from the mound she was stuffing. Amy gave a high pitched whine and pawed at her sheets. Liz began to slide in and out of her lover, Amy’s cries egging her on. Soon, Liz was making her own noises, grunting and huffing like a stallion mounting a mare. It didn’t take long before Liz felt her pendulous balls clench and unleash their load into the quivering canal. There was no way Amy could contain all of the thick seed erupting into her, and a puddle of pungent fluid quickly leaked out of her, down her ass, and onto the bed beneath her.
The pair were panting heavily, both lost in the afterglow of pleasure. Amy was the first to move, extending a hand towards Liz. Liz took it gingerly, and Amy pulled Liz towards her. The shift made Liz’s softening member slide out of Amy, causing them both to shudder and more cum to flow out of her. Liz lay down next to Amy, the pair cuddling together.
The lovers knew they had very little time to clean up the mess and air out the room before Amy’s parents got home. But for now, the two were just happy to share a tender moment together as a couple.
===
Liz and Amy weren’t the only couple sneaking in some sexy time on a Friday night. A few blocks away, Tasha was getting pounded from behind by her boyfriend Tony. The two were going at it like animals in heat, with Tony thrusting into Tasha so hard she had to keep her arms braced against the bed’s headboard or else her face would be slammed into it.
And that was just how Tasha liked it.
“Smack my ass!”
The loud slap that filled the room was quickly drowned out by the guttural moan Tasha released as she felt the sting in her backside. Tony was a great guy and all, but he was quite timid in the bedroom. Even more so when compared to Tasha’s desire for mild masochism. He had gotten much better at following Tasha’s mid-fuck commands, but he didn’t really bring anything special to their fucking. He had to always be told what to do. It got so frustrating. The poor guy didn’t realize it, but this was Tony’s last romp with her.
It’s a shame, too. He actually has a pretty good dick.
The sound of heavy panting was mixing in with the squeaking springs and a creaking bed frame. The thrusts filling her were becoming more drawn out and beginning to slow as Tony was loosing steam. Tasha wasn’t nearly done, but she knew from previous experience that her soon-to-be ex was about to cum, pass out, or a combination of the two. She needed more stimulation.
“Pull my hair!”
Tony took one, shaky hand off of Tasha’s hips and reached forward. He reached into the loose, sweaty mess of Tasha’s hair, his fingers unable to get a decent grip on enough of it to give it a tug instead of just ripping some of it out. Tasha loved it rough, but not that rough! The slap she had given him the last time he messed it up was still fresh in his memory. He twirled and flexed his fingers, trying to gather up the loose locks.
“Pull it, you pussy!”
Tony growled. “Give me a second! Fuck, I wish your hair was a ponytail!”
Flash
Tony grabbed onto the thick wad of hair and gave a hard pull, snapping Tasha’s head back. She let out a primal groan as she felt the twinge of pain pull at her scalp. She pressed back and bottomed herself out on Tony’s prick. This was all too much for the young man who unceremoniously blew his load. The rush of euphoria mixed with his exhaustion and he lay back on the bed, his gasps becoming shallower and shallower until he passed out in post-orgasmic bliss.
Tasha looked over her shoulder at the pathetic form passed out in her bed. She let out a disgusted scoff and stood up. Her pussy ached, but not from the pounding it had been taking. It longed to cum. And so did the one on the back of her head.
Tasha reach a hand up to her bald head, running her hand across the smooth skin until it reached the base of her tail located at the upper center of the back of her head. The hair was dense and coarse to the touch, and her fingers running through it sent a tickle to buzz through her head. The tail lifted instinctively to reveal her other additions: the thick donut of a horse’s anus and a full mare’s vagina adorned the back of her head.
Tasha looked down at Tony with contempt. He had not even gotten off the pussy between her legs, let alone the one up top. What’s worse, the constant, mild buzz radiating from the back of the head told her she was getting ready to go into heat. She had considered giving Tony a reprieve and break up with him after this cycle was over so she could at least get some semblance of relief. But based on his performance this evening, he was more likely to end up just making her more frustrated than actually helping her.
“Wake up!”
Tony grumbled softly and stared to roll over. He lethargically reached down to scratch his junk, threatening to dislodge the filled condom off his softening dick and spill the contents all over Tasha’s bed. Tasha reach down and grabbed his balls, causing him to freeze and let loose a startled shriek.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself, because that was it. I’m fucking done with you. Tie that rubber off so you don’t mess up my bed again, and get out.”
Tasha released her grip and Tony quickly removed the soiled condom, tied it in a knot, and quickly dressed before slinking out the bedroom door. Tasha was pleased to see he had the good sense to take the rubber with him rather than leave it her her to deal with. At least he did something right.
Tasha moved to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer. Before Tony’s wish, it had already been filled with all manner of sexual aids and toys. But now, it also included an intimidating black dildo in the shape of a horse cock. She gathered up various implements from the drawer and moved back to her bed.
She started with attaching one nipple clamp, then the other, loving the feeling of metal chain that connected them jingling against her skin. She then took the horse dildo and firmly attached its suction cup to her headboard. She picked up a pair of buttplugs and sloppily sucked on them until they were dripping with saliva. She reached behind her and firmly forced the intruder up her ass before reaching up and lifting her tail and easily sliding the second into her oversized horse anus. She reminded herself again that she needed to get a new, larger toy to properly stretch her head-sphincter out.
Tasha crawled onto the bed and spread her legs, inserting the large, egg shaped vibrator into herself. She grabbed the remote and set it to low. As it came to life with a mechanical hum, she hummed along with it. She could feel wetness running down her neck from her excited addition. She looked over her shoulder at her headboard and the large shaft drooping off of it.
Her toy was fun, but she wanted more. Even at a foot and a half long, it still didn’t properly fill her up. Especially when she was in heat. She looked at the dildo and her thoughts drifted to Liz. If the school rumor mill was to be believed, she was packing meat between her legs that put even this beast to shame. She wanted to feel that filling her up. But she was always doting on that bitch Amy.
Tasha lay back slightly to rest on one elbow while her free arm reached behind her and gripped the flat head of the dildo. Her ponytail lifted to give access and she lined up the toy with her dripping wet horse slit. She scooted back, impaling her head on the girthy shaft. She groaned as she felt herself being filled, paying no care to the notion that there was no way she should physically be able to take the length inside of her head.
She kept shifting, inch after inch filling her until she felt the large artificial ballsack press into her neck. She was already panting hard and she clumsily pawed for the remote on the bed. Uncoordinated fingers slipped and slid the dial to full. Tasha moaned as she pleasured her four holes. She wiggled and writhed on the bed, doing her best to fuck the back of her own head. She grabbed the chain bouncing at her chest and gave it a firm tug, causing jolts of exquisite pain to radiate from her tits.
As the sounds of squeaking springs and a creaking bed frame refilled the room, Tasha’s imagination ran wild. It wasn’t Tony filling her up, but Liz. She imagined the horse-hung girl pounding her head cunt mercilessly. She wanted that. Needed that! Her old and new instincts to be used and bred consumed her. She would get Liz to fuck her.
The only thing that stood in her way was Amy…
===
The loud cacophony reverberated against the garage walls as the jam session ended. The lingering chords still screeched out of the amp as the single onlooker began to clap enthusiastically. “That sounded amazing, you guys!”
Michael unslung his guitar and placed it on the stand next to him. He strode forward and wrapped his arms around the spectator. “I know. We’re rocking better than ever. At least I am. These guys still have a lot to learn.”
The three remaining band mates grumble to themselves as they listened on. The longtime friends had stared the band a couple years earlier, and they were… not good. At all. But they all loved music and jamming was a fun excuse for meeting up. Michael was the lead guitarist and singer. He had always been a bit of a douche, but it had gotten worse once he started dating Ellen. He had become downright insufferable since he started bringing her around to rehearsals.
While two of the musicians looked on in disdain, one looked on in jealousy. Johnny strummed a couple cords on his bass guitar, carefully stealing glances at Ellen. When Michael first brought her around, she and Johnny had been able to have a brief conversation and Johnny had immediately become smitten with her. She was cute, bubbly, and like the same bands as him. They had been talking like old friends before Michael butted in and pulled her away, shooting Johnny a glare as he did so. While the rest of the band hated Ellen’s presence because of how it affected Michael, Johnny hated it because he was forced to watch them schmoozing.
“Alright, babe. We’re almost wrapped up. We’re just gonna play one more song. Then… I’ll play with you.” Ellen let out a giggle, the band let out a groan, and Johnny let out a scoff.
“I wish I could play with her,” he scoffed under his breath while tuning his bass.
Flash
Where Michael and Ellen had once been standing, Michael now stood alone. He finished downing his water and turned back to the bank. “You guys up for one more?” The drummer and rhythm guitarist gave nods and move back to their places. Johnny strummed his bass, giving it a test.
“Sounds like you have me turned perfectly,” the bass said. Johnny smiled, pleased with the compliment. He had no idea that he had just changed his crush into his bass guitar. The head stock was still flat, but it was painted with a face, Ellen’s face. It could still move and speak, but it was nothing more than an intricately illustration on the flat wood. The tuning keys were silver, matching the previous Ellen’s earnings while the head and neck were the same color Ellen’s skin had been. The lower portion of the body was flared out and the upper section was less pronounced, mimicking Ellen’s curvaceous hips and modest bust. The pickguard was a vivid purple, the same color as the top she’d been wearing. The bridge was a metallic pink, the same color as the clit piercing she had previously had.
Johnny adjusted the tone and volume knobs, causing the new Ellen to shutter since they used to be her nipples. He picked a string and Ellen felt as if she was in heaven as the vibrations coursed into the bridge her pussy had become. As Johnny started the bass line for the next song, the instrument basked in the glow of the experience. Johnny was enjoying himself as well. He loved playing with his guitar.
