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Act One: Boy Meets Goo

Chapter Two: A Lovely Way to Burn

Dee sighed and shook his head. A tip of a green tendril touched the puddle of ginger beer and siphoned it up. She belched, straightened herself out and asked in the super-smooth, steady voice that only a drunk desperately trying to act sober thinks sounds normal, "Any more questions?"

"Not right now. I guess I'll get more answers at SRU," he said. "The place I bought the 'nanomek'," he added when he saw her quizzical look.

"Alright," the green girl said. "But not yet. You need more fluids."

"You're right," he replied, reaching for the milk, "I'm still really thirsty."

"Ah-ah!" She slid to block him.

"What?"

"You accused me of playing tricks on you before," she said, tapping the tip of his nose. "That wasn't very nice. Want to see a real trick?"

Dee thought it over. After watching the green girl get disarmingly drunk on a few ounces Nyquil, Dee thought she seemed more human now then ever. And then she'd said she loved him. What did that mean? Was it the Nyquil talking? How could she love him? How could she exist? And how could she be so damned hot?

"Well?" she asked.

"Sure," he said, and she squealed and clapped her hands.

The green girl seemed to sit up on her knees, her lower half forming a rounded wedge beneath the swoops and swells of her upper body. He could see the rounded tops of her legs and shadowy cleft where they met but the rest of the wedge was a solid, flowing mass. One arm stretched and snagged the carton of milk and she began to sing a wordless fanfare: "Dah dee dah-dah dee dah doo dah! Yah dee dee-dah yee dah yah dah!" She sloshed the full carton in front of his face, still singing.

"An ordinary gallon of milk, ladies and gentlemen!" Dee crooned in his best radio announcer voice.

Delighted, she nodded. Her fanfare built to a crescendo as she popped open the carton top - "Yah ner nah ner nah!" - but was cut short as she wrapped her lips around carton's spout. She held up a hand, four fingers and thumb snapping open and closed in the universal sign language for "yap yap yap." Her fanfare began again, quieter, from her hand. Dee thought he saw a small pair of lips moving on her palm when the hand yapped open wide. She drank the milk down, making ridiculous, cartoon-like gulp! noises. The milk carton compressed and imploded until it was nothing more than an inch or so of crushed cardboard around her writhing mouth. He could see the white fluid gathering in a sphere deep in her belly.

"She can suck a bowling ball through eight feet of garden hose," her hand confided to Dee on the sly. The hand pivoted to "look" down. "Wow, this is getting you hard, huh?"

Dee, abashed, adjusted himself in his underwear. The green plucked the defeated carton out of her mouth, discarded its ruined husk with disdain, and started draining the second. Even through his trauma-induced amnesia, a vague memory of the Demonic Fifteen Point Fleshlight Palm Technique stirred in him and the tiny voice of his conscience cried out an alarm. Did you see that? That's going to be you. Again. Run, run for the love of God! The thought just made him hornier.

She tossed away the second empty carton. She undulated like a belly dancer, her face plastered in a blissed-out trance. Dee watched rills of milk spiral and percolate up through her gluey interior. "You ever jerk off to a lava lamp?" the green hand asked. When Dee just shifted in silence it whined, "C'mon, talk to the hand!"

When he saw where the milk was going, he scrabbled back on the bed in panic. "Oh, no. No-nuh-no-no-no-nuh-no."

The green girl opened her arms in an inviting gesture, milk roiling in little pearls from fat nipples the color of black glass. Her already massive breasts were so gorged with milk she could not reach around them. "Come to momma," she cooed. Her hand cackled like a crone but she silenced it with a sideways glare.

"I'm not ready for this!" Dee squeaked, gripping the head board. "It's too much!"

She sighed, sitting with arms wide and nipples weeping milk. A fat pseudopod arced out from her lower body and raced across the floor toward the bed. "Come," she said as Dee watched a green gummy river flood over the bed frame, the bedposts cutting strange eddies in the current. "To," she said as the viscous assault lapped over and around his feet. He shut his eyes and felt it envelop his legs, cup his ass (he gasped as it goosed him once on each cheek), then crawl up his back and down his arm. "Momma!" she demanded. She tugged, gentle but relentless. The stuff made his grip too slick and he slid up and over the bed frame into her awaiting lap. He'd lost his underwear along the way. He peeked with one eye and caught a glimpse of the talkative hand eating his shorts.

Dee felt a cool, gentle touch on his forehead. "Not until you're ready," the green girl's voice promised.

The edges of her lap spread out to accommodate him entirely and then folded up and over to snuggle him into a full-body embrace. She cradled his head in the crook of her shoulder and pressed his cheek gently against the underside swell of her left breast. A cool bulge on her lap tucked in around his feet and firmly massaged his soles and in between his toes. Strong warm waves coursed over his shoulders and down his back, melting any points of tension they found. As his mind-melting massage continued, he felt a wide, warm, sticky softness settle against his scrotum and gently push his raging erection into his stomach. It pulsed in time with his slowing heartbeat, squeezing and relaxing, over and over, until he felt the sweet sting of precum production from his cock. After a few minutes, the voice of the green girl drifted through the kaleidoscope of sensation she had given him. "Ready?"

He opened his eyes but her warm smile was eclipsed by the curve of her bosom. "Oh, fuck, yes," he said.

The warm force lifted away from his groin, and he looked down only to discover it had been the sassy-mouthed hand. "She's not a bad girl," the hand said scolded, adding as it slid past his ear, "she's just flavored that way."

A drop of warm milk splashed onto Dee's check. He reached out to caress and suckle a nipple--and laughed.

"What's wrong?" she asked. Was she out of breath?

"Nothing. It's just, I'm so snuggled in and your breasts as so, well, awesome that I can't reach."

"I'm not built like normal girls," the green girl said.

From the deep shade beneath her breasts Dee said, "I can see that."

"No, silly," she said, laughing, "not like that. I mean I'm not built like normal girls. I'm not internally structured. I'm more...flexible."

"Hmm," Dee said. "What if I ... " He reach out one hand down and around the bottom curve of her left breast, his fingers splayed out, sending ripples across the surface tension of the gel.

"Oh," said the green girl. "Oh, that's, that's interesting."

"That's right," Dee realized aloud, smoothing his other hand up along the upper swell of the breast. "This is the first time I've touched you, isn't it? The first time anybody has ever touched you?"

"Y-yes it is," she stammered, "I--ooh!" Dee had discovered her nipple and tweaked it gently. It expressed a little milk that got in Dee's curly chestnut hair. "Oh, I'm sorry," she started, but Dee interrupted, "don't be. I'm nearly there." He stretched his arm as far as it could go and thought he found the top swell of her breast. "Ready?"

"I guess so." Dee had never heard her nervous before. "But what... Oh. Oh my."

Dee slowly sunk his fingers into the giving surface of her jellied flesh, and pressed gently down with his palm. As he expected, the gel rolled over his hands and wrists and both his hands were suddenly inside her breast. "Ready?" he asked again.

This time, he was certain she was panting. "Just stop asking and keep going. Whatever it is you're doing it feels incredible and I trust -"

Dee pushed the hand reaching under forward while pulling the hand reaching over backward, ever so slowly. And, gradually, her nipple rotated downward into view. He could feel her body heave as she gulped for air. When the dark nipple was just inches away from his face, he said, "It's like the world's biggest trackball."

Her whole body stiffened. "Oh, Christ, Dee," she wailed, "what a way to ruin the moo--" But he had kissed her nipple into his mouth, pressed it firmly with his tongue, and began to draw down milk. The liquid was hot, sweet, and tangy (lime?). She was dead silent as he drank. He hadn't realized how thirsty he really was. He gently withdrew his hand from her material - they came out sticky and wet and beaded with green droplets, to his surprise and alarm. His draught from her breast lasted a good ten minutes, and Dee felt like she was losing cohesion. Her lap grew more sticky and cloying, and once a runnel of hot green gelatin actually ran down his cheek. When he was finished, he tried to reverse the process of revolving her breast, but it was much harder going. He eventually had to nuzzle and nudge it back into its original shape and position. When he was done, he had to peel himself away from her body, and a coating of green gel came off with him. He looked at her face for the first time since he began, and saw that she was gasping for air, her surface dappled and dewy. "Are you all right?" he asked, although the ropy goop around his mouth (delicious, and, definitely lime this time) make it tough to talk. "I'm still thirsty, believe it or not, so if you want me to do the other -"

The green girl reached down and hauled him up over her chest to look him square in the eye, although her lap would not peel away from his back, and her tits refused to part with his chest.

Speaking was even harder for her, because her lips kept running together. "Dieter," she smacked, "Shut up and look at me. You've made me so fucking wet I can't fucking stand it. I appreciate your nice, sensitive caring guy routine, I really do, but if you really want to know what I want, well right now I fucking want you to fuck my fucking brains out!"

Dee grabbed handfuls of her hair, now a forest of runny ice-cream cones, and sought her lips with his. Muck bubbled over his nose and down his smooth chin, but her mouth was in there, warm and eager. He wiped just enough mess away on his forearm to whisper, "I'm just as soft as you are, here, in just this one spot," before squooshing his fingers into her melting hair and pressing back into her with a deep, French kiss. A mad moan reverberated through the green girl and her mouth collapsed into a thick, tangy, treacle that filled his mouth with a taste so heady and overpowering that he -

He broke the kiss and sat back. Eyes wide, he stammered. "I'm sorry I couldn't help it, it tasted so good and I swallowed --"

"I know," the green girl said, propping herself up and wrapping her legs around him.

"But I just ate--"

"I know and oh fuck do it again," she begged, arched her back, and pushed the sloppy mound of her pussy into his face.

He had eaten a woman out before, but never like this. At first he worried he couldn't possibly find her slit in all the ooze but it found him instead, unfolding in delicate petals about his mouth and unleashing a torrent of sticky nectar that flooded and poured down his throat. The green girl murmured nonsense words and incoherent phrases, her trashing throwing long swathes of green gunk all over the room. Dee sunk his head in up to his ears and she gave a burbling cry. Freshets of the remaining milk coursed down her breasts and pooled in the curve of her belly.

"No more, no more," she whimpered, crawling backward, away from Dee. The naturally kinky curls of his hair were slicked flat back, his head and chest completely coated in thick sheets of green icing. Sitting back with legs splayed, all Dee could think to say was, "Holy shit."

The green girl snorted a weary laugh. "Understatement of the fucking year, bright boy." She ripped the caps off two of the plastic water jugs and upended them both into her gaping mouth. When they were depleted she did the same with the last two. She gargled, mouth stretching cavern-wide to prevent spilling a single drop--argle-bargle-gargle--and Dee had to laugh, despite his iron-rod erection.

She did an about-face on all fours, locked her eyes on his, and padded silently toward him, the green gobs scattered across the room morphing forward to slurp into her body. Her definition and size sharpened and grew as she crawled closer, her hungry glare roving down his body to zero in on his dick. Her mammoth chest squashed against the floor, pushing out into cleavage that must have been a few feet deep. "Uh," Dee said as she crawled over him, sandwiching his legs between her tits. The green icing coating Dee's skin flowed over and around and into her chest, causing her breasts to bulge out and down even further, trapping his legs tight. Her hot breath burned his crotch as she hovered over him, nearly ten feet of predatory, feline femininity, for several silent moments. Looking down (and through) the top of her head he tried to break the electric tension in the air: "What--"

Not bothering to look up, she pushed him supine with a dismissive shove.

"Mine," she growled, and smothered his dick with her mouth.

Dee had always wondered what a porn starlet's blowjob might feel like, but he knew he'd never fantasize about something so mundane again, not after being deep-throated by a living champagne whirlpool with the vacuuming force of a tornado. The green girl started by swallowing the tip of his prick into delicious, pressing warmth. He sighed. She looked up, raised one eyebrow, swallowed again, and this time he gasped as her lips sank over his entire shaft and the incessant suckling sensation began. Her lips munched on the base of his cock as she closed her eyes in happy concentration and added a rumbling, leonine purr to the concoction. "Oh, man, wow!" Dee said. "Wow! Wo - ohhshit!" he squeaked when without warning she swallowed again and took his entire pelvis into her mouth, balls, hips, ass, and all.

"Not having a jaw really helps," she drawled through her chatty hand, her head starting to bob up and down with an ever increasing tempo. Dee managed a whimpering groan. "Ooh, that gives me an idea!" said the hand. "Be right back!" Her arm elongated to snake out of the room but turned its hand around to face him when it reached the doorway. Every impulse in his body demanded he buck and thrust but the weighty tits held him fast. "You're not going anywhere for a while, are you?" The slurping, slapping, and rumbling hum doubled in speed and volume.

"Didn't think so," the hand said, and the arm stretched out the door.

Dee was almost as amazed at his own resilience as with the cosmic blowjob. The slow pressure buildup of his orgasm only coaxed the green girl into increasingly inventive maneuvers. The imperative to thrust become unbearable. "Let me move!" he growled through gritted teeth. She whipped over onto her back, dragging him up and plopping him astride--no, inside--her bosom. Uncontrollable, he fucked her mouth furiously up through the green valley between her breasts. Her eyes lost focus and crossed as she nodded her encouragement, sometimes grunting in between thrusts when his cock popped out of her mouth and slithered back into her cleavage. "Urgh. God. More. Yes. Fuck! More."

Finally, Dee felt the throbbing inevitability of a crashing release. "Gunna--"

The green girl's form had grown soft and gooey again, but that didn't stop her grabbing his ass, lifting him up in the palm of one hand, and rocking forward with lightning speed, spattering a spray of gel emeralds in every direction. She dropped him on the bed and dropped into his lap. "Cum for me, Dee," she said, running a gooey tongue up and down his dick. "Cum for--"

"Holy shit!" said the hand as it raced in, carrying a half-dozen small boxes of something. "I almost missed the best part."

Dee and the green girl turned and shouted, "Shut up!" in perfect unison.

"Sorry," the green girl panted. She rubbed her oozing cheek over his member, slopping and pumping with her more agreeable hand. "Cum for me, Dee. Please. I--I want--I need..."

Dee trembled and went rigid. "Yes!" the green girl hissed, taking his entire dick in a single swallow just as it erupted. Dee shuddered as he spurted into her. He grabbed for her head and lurched upright and then over, thrusting down her throat as he spurted again, and again. He toppled back on the bed and she sucked down one final gush of spunk. She pulled her head away, wearing that blissful expression again, a steady stream of green gel running from her parted lips and coating his rock hard erection in slime.

He propped his head up, staring at his still hard dick in disbelief. "What the fuck?"

"That's my boy," she sighed, her blissed-out gaze never leaving Dee's crotch as she tore open the little boxes her hand had brought in. Somewhere, some part of her started up that wordless fanfare again. "Yah dah-dee dah yah-dah yah-dah..."

She tipped a jumble of extra strength Alka-Seltzer out of the boxes and onto the bed. "I had to break into the five apartments to find all these," she said over the tuneless singing.

"Why?" he asked, and watched in sinking realization as she popped a dozen of the effervescent tabs into her mouth. "Oh, no."

"Oh yes," she replied. The fizz started in her mouth but soon filled her every crevice with bubbling, snapping, coruscating foam, making her hair stand on end and writhe in the air. "Woo! Does this tickle! So...you ready?"

He shook his head but said, "You better fucking believe it."

* * * *

The guitar intro of the next song jangled from the media server's vibrant speakers. The green girl lying on her back on the floor bopped to the beat, stirring up some last few funnels of fizz in her jellified head and feet. Recognizing the song--it was her playlist queued up on the server, after all--she sang with the first verse, her pitch going sharp on every emphasized word: "This bed is on fire with passionate love ...the neighbors complain above the noises above ...but she only cums when she's on top ..."

Staccato drums rattled. She swizzled a pair of fingers around the pool of semen cooling in the hollow between her breasts and popped them into her mouth, making a happy, smacking "Mm!" noise as she sucked down a little more of Dee's cum before belting out the next verse, badly out of tune: "My therapist said not to see yah no more...She said yer like a dizz-ease! without any cure...She said I'm so ob-sessed that I'm becomin' a bore oh no..."

She smeared more spunk up and around her breasts, slathering and squeezing the saucers of green-black areola, puffed out thanks to all the fizzing, until his cum ran warm and clear around her neck. She tried to suck and shovel it into her mouth but didn't get far before her favorite verse started. She gave up trying to sing altogether and shouted like a demented William Shatner declaiming Beetles' songs: "Moved out of the house--so you moved next door! I locked you out--you cut a hole in the wall! I caught you sleeping next to me--I thought I was alone! You're driving me crazy when are you coming home?!"

She arched her back, clenched her fists, and the remains of Dee's cum simply slurped straight into her skin. She collapsed into a fit of giggles. Dee wandered back into the bedroom soon after, a flannel bathrobe plastered to his sticky skin, drinking ice water out of a big blue plastic cup. He asked, "What's up?"

She tilted her head back so she could look upside down at him. The next song started up--["Hey boy take a look a me let me dirty up your mind"]--but she kept silent, spreading her legs and pointing down at the cleft of her gelatinous crotch--["I'll strip away your hard veneer and see what I can find"]--where she had shoved the subwoofer.

When the snazzy chorus of started up--["The queerest of the queer, the strangest of the strange, the coldest of the cool, the lamest of the lame"]--the bass pulsing from the subwoofer shook her body into a stereoscope. Thousands of little triangular waves spiked and frazzled.

"You drank more Nyquil?" Dee asked.

She raised a hand to salute him with the empty shot glass, her arm rendered fuzzy from the fractals shooting through her. "A little," she admitted. Garbage's Queer wound down and a Kate Bush song started up.

Dee drank in thoughtful silence for a while. The green girl, her head still upside down, watched him as Kate Bush sang. ["A rubber band hold me trousers up! A rubber band ponytails! If I could learn to twang like a rubber band, I'd be a Rubber Band Girl!"]

"I found some stuff in the living room," Dee said. ["A rubber band girl me!"]

"Yeah?" said the green girl. ["A rubber band grr-irl me!"]

"You've been shopping. On eBay, I presume? With my account."

["Oh I wanna be a rubber band girl..."]

"Only when you were unconscious."

["A rubber band girl is she!"]

"Autographed posters; autographed commemorative plates; autographed figurines; autographed life-sized cardboard cutouts?" Dee said.

The green girl shrugged, a Hell of a trick to do with your neck craned upside down on the floor. "He's number one on the list," she said.

"What list?"

"You know, The List. Where we each get to pick five different celebrities that we can sleep with, and the other one can't get mad. He's number one on mine," the green girl explained.

"René Auberjonois?!"

"So?" She shrugged again. "I bet the number one celebrity on your list isn't even real."

"Jessica Rabbit," Dee said without hesitation. "Actually, none of the celebrities on my list are real. That's why it's perfectly okay for me to have a list, because I'm never ever going to meet..."

The green girl rocketed up in showering fountain and a monochromatic Jessica Rabbit stood before him in a shimmering sequined dress. Dee probably would've ejaculated right on the spot if there weren't cables running from a subwoofer stuffed up and pounding away at her box, ruining the effect. "You were saying?" she asked; she just had to raise the timber of her voice a bit for a perfect impersonation.

With exaggerated care, Dee put down the cup, walked over to the media server and stopped the music. "Oh, you want summa this?" came Kathleen Turner's voice again.

With a few clicks of the mouse, Dee called up the media server's graphic equalizer, cranked its bass and volume to the maximum, and swapped out the song. A finger hovered over the "play" button on the keyboard. "Let's go home and I'll bake you a carrot cake," the jade Jessica baby-talk mocked, shimmying.

Dee's finger drifted down. "Wah!" the green girl cried in alarm, pin wheeling around and losing all definition after the very first boom of thundering house music. In between shuddering thuds, the green girl barked pleas. "Gah! Help! Sorry! Dee! Help! Please! Sorry!"

["My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard..."]

"Ngh! Can't! Think! Help!"

Leaving the house music to pound away, Dee stepped into the narrow hallway connecting the bedroom to the apartment's one bathroom and modest living room / dining room / you-can't-afford-a-real-kitchen room. He glared at the row of rattling Star Trek: Deep Space Nine commemorative plates now decorating the former tenant's cheerful olive wallpaper. The green girl's pleas turned into wordless, monosyllabic cries: "Yah! Eee! Woah! Oof!" Something thumped in rapid succession up from beneath his feet; Dee's downstairs' neighbor banging with a broom, he had no doubt.

Cardboard cut-outs of René Auberjonois in full Odo makeup (Dee christened them "The Auberjon-eoises") dominated the living room. Dee lost a staring contest to the silent, mournful gaze of the one in the middle, the one with the fluorescent green lipstick imprint smeared on its cheek. "Oh, shut up," he told it before stomping into the kitchenette.

Dee was refilling the blue plastic cup from the tap in the kitchen sink when the green girl gave one single, piercing shriek followed by a tremendous splattering noise. He spun on his heels. The blue cup flung away, end over end. He raced through the living room, mowing down the lip-printed Auberjonois, and skidded through the bedroom door. He dove for the media server like it was home plate. The speakers hummed and popped before falling silent. The server toppled over.

Dee came to a painful, sliding halt, the media server's power cord in his hand. Dee stared.

The green girl sat on the subwoofer in the middle of the room. Her teeny feet, wrapped in tight ballet slippers, dangled over the subwoofer but her stubby legs didn't reach the floor. A pale green silk taffeta tutu flowered around her bottom, an opaque leotard hiding her boyish figure. With hair done up in spiky pigtails, her head was the same size as ever, almost dwarfing the rest of her. She pouted, wide saucer eyes thunderous, as if on the verge of a terrible tantrum. But instead she lowered her gaze, scuffed her feet and muttered a squeaky protestation. "That wasn't very nice."

Dee stared.

A thick coating of green goop painted the ceiling. It gathered into a central mass high above her and distended downward. A pear-shaped dollop of the stuff snapped off the bulge and plopped onto her head. She grew a bit taller and her feet touched the floor. She skooched around so Dee couldn't see her face. "You were mad."

"Yes," Dee said, although he knew it hadn't been a question.

Another gobbet fell, and she grew another inch. She turned back, pigtails whipping about eyes twinkling liquidly with tears or rage, Dee couldn't tell which. "Why?" she demanded, her voice a bit deeper now. "Was it because I spent your money? You got mad at me about your money?" She stood up and kicked the subwoofer away.

He opened his mouth to say, "But I have so little of it!" but instead he shouted, "No!"

A few more big drops fell. She glared at him, morphing into puberty. The bands holding her pigtails in place snapped back and her hair stabbed out into its familiar frizz. The silent treatment she gave him reminded Dee so painfully of his boyhood experiences with girls he started to panic. "I thought you'd like it," he said, scrambling to his feet, bathrobe falling open. "Really! You know, because of the vibrations, and how you'd stuck--I, I--there's this Howard Stern movie, see, and I--"

The remaining stuff on the ceiling crashed onto, then into, the green girl in a series of wobbling spheres. As each one splashed down, she would make a quantum leap in size and age and take another step toward him, her voice double-pitched for a split second then dopplering down into a more adult tone, until with a final splash stood almost as Dee first met her, cherubic yet mature, proud, and only inches away. "You *-splash-* dumb ass! Don't you *-splash-* get it? Things don't turn me on, just *-splash-* you! Your *-splash-* touch, your *-splash-* smell, your taste! You, *-splash-* you, you! Just stupid *-splash-* fucking *-splash-* you!"

...

*-splash-*

She glowered up at him for another long moment, but then cocked her head to one side. "Well," she sighed, "you and maybe René--"

He heard a voice scream in rage. It was his. "God damn it! God damn Auber Jon Woo--Abujer--Abu--God damn fucking Odo!"

She took a step back. Her hair stood straight up. Her hand fluttered around her throat.

He pressed his fists to his temples. "I can't believe I'm so fucking jealous of Odo! Stupid Deep Space Ni--"

She launched like a tsunami up into him, slamming his mouth with hers, her arms shooting up into the air behind his head before clamping down around his neck. Her lips worked feverishly and both legs kicked up high behind her. He teetered backward into the wall but her forward momentum refused to stop. She sloshed over him and for an incredible moment his body was entirely engulfed in an electric kiss before she bounced back and broke away with a gasp. She panted, her bare, small, pert breasts heaving. He looked down and cracked up with mirth. Her mouth opened into an angry O to shout at him again but confusion clouded her face and she looked down.

She was stark naked. Except, of course, for the tutu.

The green girl stamped her feet and the tutu flipped into her like a pull-shade. "You fucking asshole," she said, laughing.

His laughter wound down and he said, "You're shorter."

"There's less of me now," she explained.

Dee looked panicked. "Was it me? Was it the music? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," she said. "It wasn't the music. It was the Alka-Selter. A bunch of me evaporated, that's all."

"It can grow back?"

"Oh?' She arched an eyebrow. "You like me big, eh?"

Dee said, "I like you big and small."

The green girl flicked open his robe and ran a finger up and down his bare chest, leaving a light trail of slime. "I can be anything you want ..."

Dee heard the pregnant pause. "If?" he asked.

She looked up, grinning daggers at him. "If you do everything I say."

Dee nodded as he if knew what to expect. "Okay," he said. "How does this work? What are the rules?"

She stepped into the middle of the room and twirled about, her body whipping itself into its usual, voluptuous figure, although it forced her to stand a few inches shorter. "Simple," she said, her feet squeaking to a sudden standstill. She watched him watch her breasts collide and rebound off each other for a minute. Then two. Then she sighed and squished her tits together with her elbows, snuffing out their gyrations. "Eyes?" she scolded, but lolled her hands lazily over her breasts, cupping and squeezing, until those globes melted a bit to appear smothered in baby-oil. She watched Dee's thick dick begin to engorge.

"Emeralds," said Dee, not taking his eyes of her self-ministrations. "Black velvet. Deep enough to drown in. Yadda yadda."

"Simple," she started again, arcing an arm under a heavy tit and heaving it to her mouth. She wriggled her lips and tongue around the dark nipple. The lower half of her face was soon coated in rolling oil, like a baby eating a gooey chocolate chip cookie. "Lithening?" she lisped, erect nipple in her mouth.

"Uh. Yeah." His dick peeked out of his robe.

Her tit fell away from her mouth with a loud wet slap. She ran her hands around the upper curves of her breasts, gathering big waves of green oil between her fingers. Her hands met and pushed the roll of goo down her tight cleavage. She rocked her hips out a bit so she could slide the stuff across her tummy, working it into the taut plain just above the delta of her sex. "I just need the three Ds."

"Three Ds," Dee repeated, entranced. His manhood jutted out to its full length, and the green girl's mouth watered so much her lips brimmed over in a steady stream of green that flowed down her chin only to be absorbed by her slowly swelling chest. Dee didn't seem to notice.

"Vitamin d," she said, waving to the open window. The light of the afternoon glistened off her in a buttery sheen.

"Sunlight," Dee said.

She tilted her head, listening to the still-running kitchen sink. "Dioxy hydrogenate."

Dee blinked. "Water," he said, "that's a long way to go for a pun but okay."

She rocked her hips out even farther to run the oil over her mound and down her inner thighs. "Mmm," she said, the fountain from her mouth forming a viridian puddle on the floor, "and vitamin d."

"You said 'Sun' already," Dee reminded.

"No, smartass," she said. She squirmed down a bit more then quickly stood up--and kept surfing up, her abdomen stretching high into the air and then downward in a graceful, fluid curve that brought the upper half of her body right onto Dee's cock.

"Vitamin Dee," she cooed, and gobbled him down.

The green girl growled, mashing her swollen tits around Dee's thighs, burying her head so deep between his legs that her button nose ground into his pubic hair. An inhuman, hydraulic pressure thrummed deep in her chest and his dick was vacuum-locked tight within her rapacious flesh. Even in the throes of knee-buckling blowjob, Dee realized that "rapacious" was the perfect word. This was like being sexually assaulted by an angry key-lime pie in a pneumatic press. He tried to backpedal but only succeeded in wallowing deeper in her cloying cleavage, an insect drawn further down the throat of a pitcher plant by its own futile struggles. "Wait a minute," he said, laughing.

She rolled back a bit to give him the teeniest margin of breathing room. When she spoke her lips would brush the tip of his cock with syrup on every other word. "It's been over ten minutes since my last titfuck already!" She groused, brow furrowing. "I want more."

Her mouth opened wide to utter a guttural "Now!" and countless rows of green, serrated, shark-teeth unfurled behind her sloppy lips. He winced as she brought them down on his defenseless glans only to fall to his knees in helpless delight as hundreds of those rubbery points wriggled and gnawed over the head of his cock. That little prudish, frightened voice from the back of his mind returned, trying to be heard over the green girl's demanding, meowing cries of "Nowwwnyum! Nowwwnrrrum!": You've been doing this non-stop for two and a half days, remember? And she can't even wait fifteen minutes! Hold on, I'm just turning you on more, aren't I? You're a lost cause! I hope she makes you orgasm so much your penis turns inside out. That turns you on too? What kind of sick fuck are you? That Blue Fairy can kiss my chitinous, cricketty ass. I'm outta here. And Dee never heard from his conscience again for the rest of his life.

"Wait a minute," he said again. "Wait-a-minute!"

She sloshed up and away, rolling her eyes. Her tummy still stretched long through the air, her bellybutton somewhere in the middle of its lazy arch. Her feet tapped an impatient rhythm on the other side of the room. "Jesus, you are such a girl! What, you want dinner and a movie first?"

"Well, no, but--"

"Okay," the green girl said, "some wooing, maybe?"

Her face glided back down close to his crotch. She crossed her eyes in a vapid gaze. "Hello, darling," she said to his dick in a dreamy singsong. She clasped her hands to her bosom. "Oh, I missed you ever so much!"

Dee tried his best to frown but found himself smiling instead. She met his smile with an impish grin. "Formality, then," she said, and turned back to speak to his dick. "Hey there, handsome!" She pumped his cock in a quick, hearty, gushy handshake. Dee yipped and bucked against her ambush hand-job but she just grabbed his shaft with both hands, pumping away like a crooked politician desperate to make a good impression. "Nice to meetcha! What's yer name young fella?"

Dee lurched, rigid and awkward. His erection flagged. "It doesn't have a name," he said.

The green girl didn't let go, but she stopped the attack. She looked up at him in that crinkle of confusion Dee suddenly realized he found adorable. "I thought every guy named his dick."

"I don't. I'm just me. It's a part of me. I know that sounds stupid, but it's important to me."

She looked back down at his dick, treating it to long languid strokes, slowly bringing it back to throbbing life. "I think it should have a name," said the green girl, "because it's important to me."

Dee shook his head, distracted by the luscious, languorous sensation of her working him over. "Well, you don't have a name, and you're a part of--I mean you're important to... me," he trailed off, realizing what he'd said.

Her face and neck flushed so dark they turned black. The lower half of her body tiptoed over and her top rocked back onto it, standing beside him. "You got your minute," she whispered. Then, louder, "You have a suggestion, I take it?"

"Uh-huh," he said, turning to face her. "First, no tricks or Techniques, please."

She nodded. "All-righty."

"Promise?"

She furrowed a curved X-shape in the swell of her left breast. "Cross my heart."

"Okay, here's my proposal: You can name my penis, if I get to name you. But before that..."

Dee cupped the green girl's chin in his right hand and gently turned her head to her left before wrapping his other arm around a her cool, rubbery back. His lips pushed into her ear. The ear immediately began to burn and melt. He dropped the palm of his right hand onto the gel-flesh below her sternum (or where her sternum would be if she had one). His hand ran down her, the pressure of his caress gradually increasing so that by the time he reached her now-sopping sex his curling fingers were raking deep inside her yielding substance. Her whole body wracked in shivering spasms, the green girl wrapped both hands around his wrist to push his hand in even deeper. She mewled and sobbed in desperate pleasure. The spikes of her hair collapsed into green velvet ribbons of icing coursing down Dee's neck.

"...we fuck," he finished.

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The green girl's pussy was unwrought but ravenous like no other, her womb craving to devour not conceive. It drank up Dee's hand, then his wrist, then his forearm in three lurching whorls of her innermost gel. Dee reeled under the pressure and heat but his G-rated, Jimminy Cricket of a conscience that had kept him ashamed of his own deviant desires for so long, was now long gone. He felt no fear, only a humbling joy of being the subject of a desire so strong it wanted to swallow him whole. Well, alright, only a humbling joy and the urgent need to screw the living fuck out of the most glorious cunt in the world, which just so happened to belong to the sexiest girl in the universe, whose one desire just so happened to be his cock.

I guess it isn't so humbling after all, he decided.

The green girl, however, had cried out in lust salted with fear and alarm after each reversed contraction, as if betrayed by her own flesh laying her deepest secrets bare. She pressed her fists into her mouth, trying to muffle her whimpering babble. Dee thought most of her mutterings sounded like the whispery glossolalia that overcame some women when approaching orgasm (Dee's love-life may have been spare, he was the first to admit, but when it was there, he'd made damned sure it had been damned good for all parties concerned). But then she shakily reached out to him, batting at his chest one instant and pawing at it the next, and he heard her clearly, and it worried him.

"It's time? It's time? Is it time? It's time?"

He held her close, but she wouldn't stop trembling. "Is it time? It's time? It's time? It's time? Is it time?"

He kissed her on a forehead as pliant as most women's lips. "Only if you want it to be," he said, and tenderly withdrew his arm. She moaned in despair but did not move to stop him and his arm slid free, gloved in molten green gunk so hot it steamed when touched by the cooling air. The stuff radiated up his arm then splayed across his shoulder and chest in ever-thinning tendrils, until nothing but blots like tiny green beads of mercury rolled over every curve and crevice of his body before vanishing to nothing. It wanted to surround me, Dee thought, to embrace me, but there wasn't enough of it. He stepped back.

The geek and the green girl regarded each other. Dee stood tall and lanky, an unruly tangle of tightly curled, chestnut hair tufting his head, his relaxed, ready stance belying a hidden grace and strength. The green girl was as curvaceous as ever, but to keep her figure with her reduced mass, some lost to the champagne blowjob and the rest sluicing away now from her passion, she barely stood over 5 feet tall. Her arms thrust down and out, fists shaking. She couldn't seem to dare meet his gaze, or even look down at his erect manhood. Her stormy eyes roved over him, unseeing. She spoke in a stage whisper, hoarse yet high-pitched, sad yet anxious. "I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm ready. I'm ready."

The curved X still furrowed her left breast like a raw wound that refused to heal. A recollection of something she had said--"Fridge. You. Before that? Dunno"--and a realization of what he had done, or rather, what he had failed to do, hit Dee hard. "This is just like before, isn't it?" he asked. "This is exactly your first memory: of me like this, and you, like that." He stepped forward. "But it's not. Not really, because I'm different now. I'm not afraid, or ashamed, anymore, and I was never ashamed of you."

The green girl fell onto her hands and knees which soon lost their form to the growing green lake, now lapping at Dee's feet on the floor. She turned about, pressed her head to the floor, and presented her gushing sex to him. "Please," she whispered. "Please. Is it time?"

Dee waded to her. "It's time," he said, kneeling behind her. "It's always time." He reached out and hugged her deliquescing body close. She arched her back up into his chest, throwing her head back to spatter him in searing green honey. A bubbling cry of wordless delight tore from her throat.

"It always will be time." Dee slid his arms under her stomach and cupped her breasts, his hands drowning in their curtaining flood. The green girl groaned, swung her head from side to side, her hair nothing but waves of warm sugary froth.

Dee kissed the ambrosia off the nape of her neck. "You are Galatea, and it's always time," he said, rocked forward on his haunches, and entered into her.

Galatea went nova with his first thrust. She reared, arms thrown wide, screaming in raw abandon. Dee locked his arms betwixt her breasts, cheek turned against the flat of her back, and rode the foaming wave. He tried to call her name, but her liquid interior clutched and blazed around his cock, reducing him to snarling need. The cresting of her thrash forced Dee to his feet and threatened to engulf him completely but did nothing to satisfy the primal demand to drive himself even deeper. His hands clawed, breaking the surface tension of Galatea's gel-flesh chest to get a strong grip, and spun about, whipping her around and splattering her face-down onto the bed, never withdrawing from her consuming sex. He pulled his arms through and out so he could stand astride her ass only to push his palms down and in to find purchase for each lunge.

Galatea found her voice, dreamy and feverish. "Oh, my God, it's so solid."

She propped herself up, trapping his arms within her, to slosh and grind her body against his, reaching back to run a sticky hand over Dee's neck and through his hair. "He's. So. Fucking. Solid!" Dee never imagined that a word like "solid" could sound so pornographic, but it burst from her lips like it was the bluest dirty-talk in the world.

He tried to call her name again--"Gala--" but she drew his head down into a blistering, citrus kiss that obliterated any rational thought. He wrenched an arm free from the honey-trap of her viscid flesh, twined the frothing sickles of her hair in his fingers, and rammed her back down onto the bed. "Yes!" Galatea barked as her head hit the bed with a resounding splat. "So good. So deep. So solid!"

The green lake around the rutting lovers turned tidal. White-capped waves churned in a miniature maelstrom then leapt into the air in long, jetting ribbons that corkscrewed around Dee at break-neck speed before stabbing down into Galatea, refueling her fluidity. Dee felt pressure build within him.

"What's my name?" moaned Galatea.

Dee tried to speak but only growled, ploughing his fingers through her back. Galatea yelped in ecstasy but pushed herself up off the bed, leering at him over her shoulder. The green streamers hurtled around Dee, cracking like whips, funneling down to feed Galatea's coalescing form. Dee felt the pressure begin to brim.

"What's my name?" called Galatea.

Dee could only hiss through gritted teeth. He gathered her up in his arms to hug her close, feeling her flesh press tight against him as she grew. He bit down on her neck so hard his teeth met in her throat. She lurched away just enough to cry, "God! Yes!" before rutting hard against him. A great crescent of green flashed into her and suddenly his hips joined his dick inside her scorching cunt.

"What's my fucking name?" demanded Galatea.

A final thrust and Dee's legs locked. "Galatea!" he bellowed, and flooded her with his cum.

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Fever, when you kiss them,

Fever if you live and learn.

Fever! 'Til you sizzle

What a lovely way to burn.

--Peggy Lee, Fever

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