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Isabelle

Banana Smoothie Transformation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Daniel18

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Isabelle sighed, perched delicately on her chair near the end of the workday. It was not the day that she had imagined, even though her situation was better than the night when she had first transformed into a banana smoothie form.

Well, there was a little in-between then and the present moment, it had to be said. After Isabelle had drunk the banana smoothie and transformed, melting and slopping all over the floor as her body ached and cramped furiously, she had reformed, as long as it was not too warm. The temperature in the island office was blessedly low, adjusting accommodate her, but the mayor had asked her to wait for him there, so she was hanging back beyond the time that she usually needed to.

She would have swung her feet if she had been able to, but the dog anthro wanted to be careful, for any wrong move could cause her body to melt all over again. And she really didn't, at the very least, want to deal with the awful cramping and itching, the sensation of chunks of her body still falling off. Yet she could still feel them when they broke away too...

She had managed, just about, to contain her form in a strange outfit, which was suitable for work; she was fortunate in that there was no proper dress code there. With light, plastic stockings running up her legs and plastic gloves that stretched up past her elbows, she could pick up and hold small items only. They also helped her use the keyboard and mouse at the computer desk, though she was a lot slower than she was. Even though she could feel her body wanting to melt and break apart when she walked, the plastic stockings massively assisted in not needing to wait for her feet to reform after every single step.

But the discomfort was there, a hair's breadth under the surface, even though she could not feel the individual strands of her hair anymore. It was more like she was wearing an incredibly soft, banana smoothie, costume, able to feel everything, a costume that was fused with her. She had to concentrate to hold herself together and the deformations were still difficult to bear, Isabelle struggling not to let out a whimper when she shifted her weight too much to one foot and had to face the cramp of her foot puddling within the plastic stocking.

At least she had been able to put on her clothes - kind of. She had clothes in a pale yellow that complemented the shade of her new body, a skirt and a blouse, though little else seemed to be necessary when she didn't even have the outline of nipples anymore. Maybe if she concentrated really hard, she could make them form? It didn't seem all that important, however, to Isabelle. The clothes, however, were made of a rubber-like material, clinging to her, but at the very least protecting her modesty.

That was all that she seemed to be able to glean for herself, though they had found out that the smoothie that had transformed her had come from a corrupt, now exposed, company that made drinks, such as smoothies and wine, that could be renewed by adding water to a small remaining about of the beverage. It was innovative, especially for times when fluids may have been scarce, and that was exactly why the mayor had ordered a single one for the island. It had been explained to her that he had had the best of intentions and wanted to thank Isabelle for her hard work, but it had swiftly become clear that the drink was not quite what it was meant to be. The fact that it had all come to light, the company splashed across the news, before the mayor, Tom, had given her the banana smoothie.

No one needed to know about that. But the problem there was that there was no antidote to reverse her smoothie form, something that she was going to have to live with, one way or another.

"Hello, Isabelle."

Tom came into the office, as light on his feet as always, though he was wearing black shoes at that time, which hid his four-toed plantigrade feet. His black fur caught the light, wearing a shirt and a waistcoat over the top, the look finished with a pair of black trousers. It was a little formal, in a way, for island life, though he was not too concerned about all of that. He managed the island and took care of everything that was needed.

He'd had the best of intentions, but, well, Tom had seen time after time before that things didn't always work out as planned. Why, he hadn't even confessed to Isabelle about his attraction to her, though he hoped and he had seen the long, knowing looks she had given him too.

In all truthfulness, the two of them only needed to talk, to be more open with each other. Then everything would fall into place, exactly as intended. It was funny how things had a way of working out on the island.

His fingers curled around one more cup of the smoothie as he approached, though Tom would keep it to himself just how he had got his hands on that. The company's dangerous drinks had all been gathered up for research and disposal, but they had allowed him to keep just one more dose, considering what had happened to Isabelle. She deserved some company in her form and, frankly, as strange as it was, he didn't want her to be the only one in the town that was like that.

Tom just didn't want her to leave.

"I wanted to do this," he breathed softly, double checking that they were the only two there. "Because... I'm sorry. The drink should never have been given to you, I didn't think..."

"It's okay, Tom," Isabelle said, trying to smile, though it was still difficult for her lips to form the expression. "You didn't know, it was too late by the time you found out."

Tom grimaced.

"Yes... Yes, but there might have been something," he said, messing up his words, skipping the point. "But...I don't want you to be the only one, okay? I want you to have company... Oh, I'm much better at showing you, aren't I?"

He blushed and lifted the drink, looking Isabelle in the eye as he pressed the rim of the cup to his lips - and chugged it all down. Gulp after gulp of banana smoothie flowed down his throat as Isabelle tried to jump up and stop him, but her feet melted and slopped into the plastic stockings, her small shoes pressing out as all of her liquid body down there tried to squeeze into one place.

"No... Tom!"

With wide eyes, she forced away the itchy, prickling sensations in her feet, trying to reform even as she tipped towards Tom. Her heart tried to pound, but the old sensations of her body, like a pounding heartbeat, were dulled and softened, as if the softer sludge of her banana smoothie body muted them.

"Why did you do that?" She asked, struggling to rush to him, while still having to move slowly. "Oh, goodness... Tom!"

But the black wolf smiled and held up his hands, waiting for the effects of the melting transformation to take place. It was quicker than even he could have expected, his face feeling soft, as if it took more effort to smile than before, the muscles no longer working and responding in how they used to.

"Here... Oh, Tom... Try to relax, I think you'll melt all the way to start..."

"Uh...huh..."

He tried to talk but Isabelle was there that time to guide him through it, helping him relax, crouching down on the floor so that he didn't have far to fall. As Isabelle had gone through it all already, he didn't think it mattered all that much, because he would just be doing what she had already done.

Even his thoughts came slowly, as if he was thinking through sludge, though it was of no real consequence, not as Tom melted patiently. Heaviness sank into his buttocks and his legs, running all the way down to his feet, melting and slipping and pooling in his shoes. His fur slicked down, the dark black shade turning into a deeper yellow than what Isabelle boasted: a big difference to his natural fur. And yet there would never again be fur on his body as his body softened and squeaked into a banana smoothie form, his thighs and calves melting together as his black trousers eased through his body.

He trembled. The cramps... The deep aches... They made him shudder and shiver, trying to wag his tail and shift his weight back, though that only made him slip down more and more. He felt like he was running through his own fingers, trying to hold water in his hands, yet there was no way for him to contain it, to force his body into a shape that it no longer wanted to hold.

"Unff... Nnnnngghhh..."

He groaned, Isabelle's soft words washing over him as she rested a hand on his shoulder, curling her fingers around gently. She squashed lightly into his shoulder, as if her fingers were moving through a condensed banana smoothie, though it fascinated her too. Was that what her body would feel like if she tried to grip it, or if someone else tried to hold on to her?

Isabelle suppressed the urge to nip at her lower lip, for that would only force her to reform a part of her face, even then. It was a constant part of her day, the tingling, prickling, itching making her want to rub it away constantly, though she already knew that doing so would only make things worse for her.

The wolf, however, had to experience everything for the first time as everything melted, slipping down more and more, his trousers falling completely through his body, along with his underwear. They pulled through him as the cramps shuddered and he let out a bubbling, throaty little whimper, though he didn't feel naked. His body, from the belly to the crotch and around the tops of his thighs, smoothed down perfectly, so it was as if there wasn't anything exposed there. Tom didn't feel a sensation of loss, however, in his maleness, as if it was just tucked away and melded with his banana smoothie form, waiting to come out if ever needed.

Yet the features of his body melted as he slumped forward to the ground, his torso flat on the floor and trying to shake his head. Tom, however, could only burble and gurgle as his need rose through, tingling and aching, too many sensations all crowding in on him from all directions. There was too much pressure, even his vision blurring, his jacket and shirt falling through his torso as his body melted into a big, seamless blob of a puddle.

"Oh, Tom... Why did you do this for me?" Isabelle breathed, even though the dog already knew the answer. "Tom, this... Okay, now you've got to think of your body, your feet, your toes, your legs. Oh, you can't even see right now, can you?"

Tom would have nodded if he had been able, even his ears melted in, but that didn't mean that he couldn't hear and sense Isabelle. The warmth of her made him want to flow to her, sliding slickly across the wooden floor, but he could not control himself like that.

It took a long time to reform. A very, very long time indeed. Isabelle was there for all of it, however, directing his attention to his head and face, though his features were smooth and rounded, losing the definition that he had had before. He tried to smile, but that only resulted in his jaws melting and fusing together again, forcing Tom to focus solely on his reformation transformation.

From the head down, even though his legs tried to form as he sat up, slowly, patiently, the cramps making him melt all over again when he trembled and lost the focus on reforming. He had never thought that it would take so much effort to do! Was that all really what Isabelle had been doing the whole time?

He had fresh sympathy for her, sitting up with his arms still melted into his torso, awkward and uncomfortable. Even then, he could not resist wriggling in place, shifting his weight back and forth, not knowing what else to do with himself. Isabelle urged caution, leaning in close to put a kiss on his cheek, his soft form squashing under even that light, ever so tender, touch.

They would have to be careful with one another while he got used to his new body. And yet her heart surged with longing for him, wanting him close, devotion warming her all the way through.

"Here... I think..." The wolf said, doing his best to talk, though the words came out all muffled and slurred together. "It's... I can...stand?"

He had to focus on that, putting a hand down, though there were no fingers, to support himself as he pressed himself up. It was enough, however, helping him get a knee under him as the wolf staggered to his knees and then, excruciatingly slowly, up onto one foot and then the other. The entire process was interspersed with chunks breaking off and melting down, the itching and the aching forcing him to twitch - like when an itch was so bad that it became painful.

And Tom would be stuck with all of that for the rest of his life, whether or not he wanted it, grunting and huffing and puffing, though he didn't even really need to breathe anymore. Those reflexes would remain, complicating matters, finally standing and swaying at his full height.

It was a good thing that Isabelle had learned some manner of patience since being transformed into a banana smoothie body, for his whole reformation took at least ninety minutes.

"You're doing so well, Tom. It took me more than one try my first time."

She smiled gently, staying close to him, though she lamented the fact that she could not physically support him. She would have wanted to, her body trembling, suppressing the itching and the crawling sensations as she lost control.

With a happy squeak, she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, though Tom, of course, was not strong enough to hold them both up, not yet. Their combined weight had him staggering, his lower left leg breaking first as it oozed swiftly back down to the ground, his right leg following swiftly afterwards.

"Ah - Isabelle!"

But the wolf wasn't able to do anything to stop them both melting together in a splash to the ground, though Isabelle was still mostly contained by her clothes, her top askew yet still covering the smoothness of her breasts.

She couldn't help but giggle as they reformed all over again, alive and invigorated. Why, if she'd still had blood, she would have said that it was pumping around her body, the pulse and the ache driving through her something that she, at the very least, could bear for the moment.

Patiently, the evening wearing on with them alone there in the obvious, they reformed next to one another, sitting up as Isabelle more skilfully bent her legs, wriggling her toes within her shoes and the plastic stockings. Even though it took so long, she was more skilled at it than Tom, but she was more than confident that he would soon enough be able to match her pace. He was most likely going to be going through a cycle of breaking apart and reforming, repeatedly, for much of the coming days. Why, Tom wasn't even going to get to do many of his mayor duties with how busy he was going to be!

Yet he had done it all for her and Isabelle gently removed her clothes as she reformed fully, rendering herself fully naked, just like him. Her fingers didn't so much as pop the buttons on her blouse but melted it off her body, along with the skirt, better able to control the firmness of her form while she was not standing.

Tom blinked at her, warmth making his cheeks pool and puddle where he would have been blushing before. But a banana smoothie was not capable of blushing, whether they were liquid or attempting to be a solid.

She giggled, pressing in close, even though his body melted against her a little where she applied too much pressure.

"Tom... I can't believe you did that all for me!"

Still, she was fascinated by how his naked, smooth form felt against her. There was a sense of wetness wherever their bodies touched, slipping and sliding against one another, Isabelle's fingers tickling reverently down his side and caressing his hip.

Tom's heart surged, his chest fluttery, despite the onslaught of cramps, but their bodies did not deform one little bit when they rubbed against one another, much to his delight. Of course, there was a bit of "squidging" where she pressed into him, but it was light, easily fading as soon as she teased her fingers to another spot of his body.

Tom moaned, unable to help himself, though his tongue was too thick and heavy in his mouth to even control the sound. He tried to lick his lips, yet his teeth no longer even seemed to have the sharp points, even if he didn't mind that too much. He leaned back too far with Isabelle on top of him, his buttocks and upper legs deforming against the floor, melting out a little more, though it was all okay.

As long as he had his dear, sweet Isabelle in his arms, they would be able to take on absolutely anything together, forever and always.

They moved and wriggled against one another, slipping fluidly, easily, ending up head to toe with each other, Isabelle's fingers curling around his feet, helping him to mould his toes. They were softer than he could have wanted, but Isabelle did not mind as she helped him out and moulded his toes, kissing his feet and running her tongue along each toe in turn, just to show him how sensitive them could be.

"Oh... Oh!"

Tom whimpered and gulped hard, the smoothie bubbling in his throat, trying to do the same for her and her feet. They were smooth and so exceptionally soft, as he caressed them up and down, running his thumb along the sole and kissing the arch. His tongue traced the outline, marvelling at how firm she had managed to make her feet, despite having to fight the need to deform, near enough constantly. He just didn't know how she did it. That was just one more thing that he was going to have to learn from her.

In the sixty-nine position they had naturally ended up in, Isabelle set on experimenting with Tom's body. Nudging her fingers increasingly curiously up between his thighs, she found the parting there, a hole remaining, though it was little more than a malleable indent, like she was teasing her fingers against putty. Her fingers threatened to cramp as she challenged her body to stay whole, but Isabelle forced herself on, pressing her fingers and then her hand and then her arm inside him.

"Ohhhhh..."

Tom moaned long and low, squirming as his body threatened to deform even more, on his right side and his right leg a squashy, melting mess. Even the scent of banana flooded the air, thick and cloying, though they would both get used to that.

"Mmmm, you feel so much like...jelly!"

Isabelle laughed, giddy with delight, wanting more, her arm squelching through him as she worked it deeper and deeper into his backside. Tom mimicked her, much to her delight, finding her holes, though there really was no difference between them once his fingers and wrist were inside her, squelching into her body with a lewdness that almost didn't befit the situation.

"Mmmm!"

They tried to be quiet, the light fading outside, but getting somewhere a little more private may have become them more than enjoying one another's bodies right there in the middle of the office. So, it was Isabelle who guided them, slowly, to try to stand up, reforming and wobbling, fighting the itching, prickling ache with all the energy she had in her body. Yet just having his hand inside her like that made her head spin and spin and spin as if she had had too much wine at dinner, collapsing down into a big, melted, splashing puddle of smoothie. Tom was ahead of her, his moan dying on his lips as he spluttered down, so close to the door and yet...not close enough.

They didn't know that they were close to the door, after all, reforming again, laughing once their muzzles and faces were back in place, his tail trying to wag as banana smoothie dripped from it. Isabelle tried to crouch, to work her arm inside him still, dizzy with exhilaration and warming pleasure, though they were too close behind the door for anything to be safe.

The door opened without warning, smacking straight into both of them as they tripped, their legs breaking apart immediately as they scrabbled to recover themselves.

"Ah!"

"AGH!"

The laundress who had entered, believing Isabelle and the mayor, Tom, to have gone home for the night, had only come in to make sure there wasn't anything there for her to pick up - and yet she was treated to the sight of two yellow-ish forms with nothing below the thigh clinging to one another on the floor! The sheep gasped, going white - and slumped, slowly, to the ground.

Tom blinked, though even his eyelids felt heavy, taking much more effort just to move them up and down.

"Oh... She's passed out!"

It was hardly an ideal situation, but it was something, kind of, that they could deal with - as long as they reformed themselves quickly. It was fortunate indeed that the laundress had slumped down instead of falling straight backwards, for it at least looked like she had not come down too heavily and smacked her head.

Isabelle whimpered as she reformed herself, getting up first while Tom was still working on it, rushing as quickly as she could to slide her special gloves back on.

"Oh... Quickly, quickly..."

Yet saying that didn't make it any easier to stop her fingers from melting into goo as she hastened to the phone, her feet sloppy and deformed, the puddles of banana smoothie sludging back and forth around the bottom of her stump-legs. Even the join of her knee was not all that evident anymore as she tried her best to dial the emergency services on the phone. At the bare minimum, they had to get someone there to tend to the sheep laundress.

"I'm so sorry, Isabelle, I didn't know..."

Tom made his way up alongside her, though the wolf obviously grimaced with every step, his legs aching fiercely. His feet burned as if with the worst pins and needles he had ever experienced, forcing him to brutally suppress the urge to itch at his body, fingers scratching and scraping. It would only make him deform even more swiftly than before and that was something that he really didn't want to go through at that time.

"I've called the emergency services," Isabelle said, squelching back his way, her feet deforming in her stress and hurry. "Oh, goodness... Is it warm in here?"

Tom's eyes widened.

"The thermometer! It's too warm!"

Indeed, for the thermometer which should have been managing the temperature in there had malfunctioned, their bodies already slowly melting, Isabelle's fingers cramping in her gloves as they oozed off her hands. As one, they headed for the door, trying to escape, yet neither had realised that the door had been left ajar.

That could have helped them - but not as a draught of air caught the door, slamming it shut and bouncing off the frame. Isabelle whimpered, swallowing her worries, but the door snapped open again, swinging straight into them and slamming right through their bodies as if they had offered as much resistance to it as a tower of melted chocolate.

"Oof!"

They collapsed, completely deformed, splattering all over the floor as they hurtled down towards it. They had to hold on to themselves, in some way, but the services were coming to help the sheep and they didn't want to be found like that again. Tom groaned as his legs and buttocks cramped furiously, still slower than Isabelle at reforming, though he swore the stress in his body made even that more difficult than he could ever have imagined.

"Unff... Isabelle... How do you..."

He couldn't even finish the question, his teeth unformed, lips parted, grunting thickly as he tried to force the banana smoothie of his leg back into place. His fingerless hand rested on his leg as he placed a flat foot on the ground, his knee up, while the other leg was still down, struggling to reform. He could have been kneeling on it though, even as the cramping, juddering sensations flooded him, taking up every scrap of the wolf's attention.

Their forms, however, were not easily held, not even for Isabelle. She couldn't form a mouth that time, because of the heat in the room, and her legs were not defined, her arms just hanging down without any fingers. Tom could hold fingers for a fraction of a moment before they melted and "squidged" back into one another, his legs forced to meld together into one as he struggled to stand. Wobbling back and forth, the wolf fought to get his legs separated, shuffling awkwardly forward as Isabelle worked her hands into her gloves, only then forming her fingers inside. It allowed her to take more shape to them, even though it was not a solution that was going to last for long.

"Ohhh...kayyy..." She said slowly, though knew she wasn't going to get words out properly. "Lesssss...gooooo..."

She hoped Tom knew what she meant - but the temperature was still too much! She tried to lunge for the door, intending to use the gloves and the assistance that they gave her to open it more easily, but it was all to no avail. Getting the gloves had taken too much energy from the canine and Isabelle was tired, so very tired. All she wanted to do was to sit down and rest, but that would mean letting her entire body deform all over again, all with the heat of the room challenging them at every turn, every step.

With one step, her leg broke apart, crumbling and falling away in big, lumpy chunks. She tried to cry out but all that left her lips was a worried gargling, balancing on her remaining left leg instead. With a shudder that ran through her entire body, she ached and crumbled down, melting and splattering, big parts of her leg falling off and melting instantly into smoothie goo, until the rest of her body splashed down too.

"Ungghh..."

Tom reached for her, his arm breaking away, the disconcerting sense of losing a part of himself clawing into his shoulder with rancid numbness. But he had to try, had to find a way to get to her, one way or the other, stumbling and crumbling, the wet sounds of his body breaking apart filling the air. It was just too soft, all of his body, and he slumped down, not even able to maintain the blobby, shapeless head that he had at least had before.

It was just not that easy, not that easy at all, melting and sloshing into a big puddle, his senses taken from him. All the wolf had left was his sense of touch and taste, but all Tom could taste was banana too, so...that didn't help him all that much either.

Isabelle grunted, annoyed that she had broken apart again, the cramping ache spreading through her entire puddle-body. Slowly, agonisingly so, she formed her upper body from the puddle, but she may as well have not tried. The room was simply too warm for her to hold herself together in the aftermath of deformation, so warm and so soft that even the cramping seemed to be lighter than before. It made her tired, so very tired, and she relaxed more, sinking down against the floor as nothing more than a smoothie puddle.

The room would cool down again soon, she reasoned with herself, not knowing that the thermometer control was broken. Then they would be able to reform and look after themselves again.

She didn't know that Tom had forgotten about the thermometer malfunctioning; it had given her grief on the night of her very first transformation, after all. But she had hope, as always, the puddle that was Tom just barely touching her, though their mildly differently coloured goo did not fuse or sink into each other. Even then, they were separate entities, never to merge like that, though always able to touch and be as close as either of them desired.

And the two of them were forced to stay that way until the island's emergency services arrived to take care of the laundress, even though no one could decipher just who had called the emergency services.

However, Isabelle's life, along with Tom's, would never be the same, the wolf gentle and kind, even if, perhaps, he had taken one thing just a little too far. At least Isabelle would not be alone and she would always know how much he adored and appreciated her.

When they reformed, he'd tell her he loved her. Until they, all they could do was melt and wait.