Evan sat in Gwen’s room waiting for his girlfriend to reform. He didn’t know which part of that sentence was most amazing: that Gwen had turned out to have SPILT, a condition that meant she could instantly completely convert into a body-sized mass of her own vaginal lubricant; that his touch was the trigger that would make it happen; or that his long-term crush who didn’t know he existed before had said she wanted to be his girlfriend.
He also didn’t know, in a much more literal sense, that all of this was a result of Jon’s wish to give each of his party guests a wish of their own. Evan had drunkenly wished that he could make Gwen totally wet just by touching her, and now he truly could. Instead of thinking this was all impossible magic, he just thought the series of longshots that had come together to make his dreams come true might as well be impossible magic.
Gwen was currently in a light blue plastic kiddie pool they had dragged up to her room from the garage. An hour ago she was just an evenly spread layer of lube on the bottom of the tub almost a foot thick. Now, she was a semi-opaque blob in the vague shape of a nude woman curled up in a fetal position. Evan had seen the process several times now. They had spent the weekend practicing, and Gwen was getting quite good at recovering. The first time at the General Burger had taken a whole day before Gwen found herself naked and upside down in a garbage bin in the maintenance closet. After practicing with Evan, though, she was getting her recovery time down to an hour or so.
As Evan looked on, Gwen’s form condensed and all at once her pale skin tone returned as she became flesh and blood once again. Rather than a human-shaped blob of lube, she was now a featureless human completely coated in it. Evan had decided that this next part, watching the features and details of Gwen’s body return, was his favorite phase of her reformation.
Gwen had hair again. It didn’t grow back out of her scalp like Evan might have expected before seeing a SPILT transformation in person. Rather, its shape and texture differentiated itself from her head, neck, and upper back all at once as it darkened to a rich chocolate brown color. Like the rest of her, her hair was still completely drenched with pussy juice, so it remained plastered to her neck and shoulders.
Gwen was beginning to have a face again. When her body first converted back into flesh her head had been blank like a mannequin, but now the flat plane of skin began to mold itself into the face Evan had fallen so hard for. An indentation at the bottom of the face molded itself into luscious lips, a flash of pink color spread across them, and Gwen opened her mouth and took a breath for the first time in more than an hour. It wasn’t a gasp for air, but a deep breath of pure relaxation. She exhaled with a contented sigh, strands of mucous still bridging across the gap between her top and bottom lips.
Gwen slowly sat up and began to stretch as if awakening from a wonderful night of sleep. As she extended her arms above her head and arched her back, Evan saw her nipples reform on her perfectly shaped breasts. Gwen moaned softly at this, and then started to run her hands all over herself, smearing grool over her shoulders, cupping her breasts, sliding her hands down her taut abs as her bellybutton dug itself back into existence, then up her thighs and over her knees as she hugged her legs to her chest.
Gwen took another deep breath. Her brilliant green eyes fluttered open and she gazed lazily at Evan. “Hey you,” she said.
“Hey,” he replied. “You’re getting pretty good at pulling yourself back together. You were only out for about an hour this time. Sure you’re not pushing yourself too hard?”
Gwen continued to run her hands all over herself, seemingly to rub the remaining vaginal fluid into her skin. A few minutes ago she had looked like someone had dumped a massive bucket of lube on top of her. Now she was just coated in a thin, glistening sheen. She looked more like she had just finished a hard workout or gotten out of the shower.
“I really want to get a handle on all this,” Gwen said. “Our relationship is going to be a lot easier if I don’t go to pieces for a whole day every time you poke me.” Her expression turned thoughtful. “And besides, I don’t feel tired. I feel refreshed. It’s like every time you touch me I… I come back brand new.”
Evan couldn’t help but chuckle at her earnestness. “Oh, so you’re dating me and you don’t like mushy stuff?” Gwen replied with a smirk. “You should get going. It’s a school night after all. But next time, you’re going to wear gloves or something and we’re going to get to know each other like regular people. I don’t want you to think I’m the kind of girl who’s only in it for the mind and body shattering orgasms. Promise?”
The butterflies in Evan’s stomach went into overdrive at her puppy dog expression. Her glittering green eyes and slightly pouting lower lip. “Promise,” he said.
“Great!” Gwen’s expression broke into a grin. She lifted her right leg and extended her foot toward Evan. “Shake on it.”
Evan hesitated. He wanted to preserve this image in his memory forever. The girl he’d longed for from afar, completely naked in a plastic tub, smiling up at him with her long, slender leg held up in his direction. She was now completely dry. Even her hair, once filled with goo and matted to her head and shoulders, looked like it had just been blow-dried. Gwen, fully restored.
Evan reached out and took Gwen’s soft foot in his hand. “Deal,” he said.
Gwen instantly tensed at his touch, her body reacting like she was suddenly in the middle of the greatest fucking of her life. Her back arched, her face and chest flushed red, and her nipples became rock hard as she started panting heavily. True to the wish, her spontaneously engorged pussy was totally wet and dribbling onto the plastic below.
“I can hold it, I can— Ah!!” Her toes curled in his hand. “I… can’t…” And then Gwen burst. In an instant, her body converted back into a liquid mass of cum. She hit the plastic with a wet splat and spread back out across the bottom of the kiddie pool.
Evan flicked the sticky remnants of his girlfriend’s foot off his fingers and back into the pool. A moment later, he turned to go. “See you tomorrow, Gwen,” he said. “Brand new.” Smiling, he closed the door.
