Ooze Love

By Andrew James Woodyard

CHRIS SAT DOWN AT HIS WORK computer with a fresh cup of coffee then went online. He made sure none of his coworkers could walk up behind him when he opened his browser: none of them could possibly understand why he exclusively dated anamorphic extraterrestrials instead of ordinary human women, and that’s what www.Oozelove.com was for. He skimmed through the profile of a dark blue-colored gelatinous creature with the figure of a very athletic woman who, if she was human, would have been amazingly attractive. Ooze-women could look like whatever or whoever they wanted to, only they were always transparent, sort of like Jello.

“Hey, Chris-cross,” his coworker, Katie, said from just over the wall his cubicle.

Chris quickly closed his browser. “Oh, hey Katie. What’s up?”

She cocked her head to the right and smirked. He wondered if she suspected what he was doing. “Not much, just got some coffee. What are you up to?”

Chris sat back in his chair. “Oh, you know: a little of this, a little of that.”

“Oh yeah. Are you doing anything tonight after work? Stephanie’s throwing a party you know.”

“I can’t. Busy. Stuff to do,” he replied, intentionally abruptly, and shaking his head back and forth as he did.

“Like what?”

“You know. Stuff. All kinds.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied. “Sometimes I get the feeling you’re avoiding hanging out with me.”

“We hung out last Wednesday,” he replied.

“Yeah, and that was like five days ago on our lunch hour. Come on, I thought we were friends.”

“We are,” he paused, “friends.”

Katie stopped smiling. “Chris,” she hesitated for a moment, “are you gay?”

“What?” Chris replied. “No.”

“Really, because ... I mean, you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“I’ve had plenty of girlfriends.”

“Yeah, I know, but—”

Chris’ computer chimed, indicating he had a new message on Oozelove.

“What’s that?”

Chris sighed. “It’s a dating site.”

“Really? You’re on one of those things? Seriously, I’m sure you wouldn’t have any trouble finding love in real life if you just,” she rolled her eyes, “I don’t know,” she smirked again, “opened your eyes.”

“Uh, yeah,” Chris replied. “I don’t really like approaching women in real life, Katie. A lot of girls are stuck up. I know that sounds weird, but that’s how I am. I’m kind of an introvert.”

“Huh,” Katie replied.

“Anyway, gotta get back to work.”

“Yeah. Work,” Katy replied, then walked away.

Chris checked his messages and found that a bright red-colored ooze-woman had replied to him. He preferred the blue ooze-women, but he wouldn’t ignore this one in case any of the blue ooze-women he was talking with didn’t work out. He opened the message.

“Hi Chris,” it began, “yeah I’m totally interested. I’ve been on-planet for a few months now and I’m in love with the biologicals ... LOL, that would be you. I’ve only met one guy on here so far, but it didn’t work out so maybe you and I could develop something a little more long-term perhaps? Anyway, get back to me. Maybe we could meet up down the road and me and you could ... merge :) Oh, call me Ruby.”

Chris blushed. Ooze-women didn’t have names on their home planet, but after they learned the language wherever they settled on Earth, they usually picked something alluring, which often had to do with their color. Chris had his first encounter with an ooze-woman six months earlier who was an ocean-blue color that called herself Sapphire. He also spent several weeks courting a violet-colored ooze-woman who called herself Crystal, but neither relationship had worked out.

He hit the reply button and began typing. “Hi Ruby, wow, I loved the shapes you took, and your color is so rad! I normally don’t go for red, but you really are stunning. I hope that’s not too forward. I’ve been involved in the lifestyle for about six months now, and honestly there’s no way I could go back to human women, but I’m sure you can understand. I’m looking for something long-term, but of course very intimate at the same time. I’m a big fan of engulfment, symbiotic-love, rainbow-pools, and I really like deep-drowning. I know that’s a big one for most ooze-women. LOL. Anyway, what got you interested in humans? Chris.”

***

That evening as Chris was leaving work he received a text message from one of the ooze-women he had been talking to named Indiga.

“Hey, sexy solid :P Spent the day at the aquariums. They reminded me of home—water-world you know. I love the fish they had in the tanks. If you’re free tonight let me know and maybe we could do something. I’d love to engulf you for a few hours, and I’m sure you would too. Wink wink.”

“Who’s that?” Katie asked as Chris was heading outside, not noticing that she had snuck up behind him.

“What? Oh, hey Katie. It’s a girl I’m talking to.”

“Ah,” Katy replied, saddened.

“Yeah, her name is Indiga.”

Katie rolled her eyes. “Indiga? Sounds like a stripper name.”

“She’s not a stripper.”

“Yeah? What’s she do then,” she asked as they walked to the parking lot.

“She’s sort of an ambassador, so she’s not really established here.”

“Okay. Where’s she from? England?”

“I haven’t asked yet. We just started talking.”

“Waste of time if you ask me,” Katie noted. “Lots of women in the real world here in SoCal you could date.”

“Yeah, but most of them aren’t my type,” he said without thinking.

“Oh. Well, what is your type?”

“It’s,” he didn’t know how to answer, “kind of hard to explain.”

Katie stopped and shook her head back and forth. “Uh huh. Chris, it’s okay if you’re gay. I have gay guy friends and you know, some gay guys aren’t totally—”

“Katie, I’m not gay!” Chris insisted. “Seriously, let up on that.”

“Okay, fine. Whatever,” she paused, “just saying.”

“Yeah,” Chris replied, then walked away from her to his car without saying another word.

***

Chris arrived at a coffee shop on the other side of town an hour later. It wasn’t crowded, but he didn’t see any women that looked like the form Indiga had taken in her pictures. He went up to the counter and got an ice-blended drink, then sat down and checked his messages.

“Hey, sexy solid,” he read, “I’ll be there in a bit. Traffic.” He smiled, especially since she called him a “sexy solid” again.

He replied back, “No worries, I’m already inside when you get here.”

A few minutes later a woman in a blue coat walked in. She looked like an ordinary human woman in every way, but when she looked at him he could see that her irises were the same deep blue color as the pictures she had sent him of her transparent form.

“Chris?” she asked, walking up to him and smiling.

“Yeah, hey, how are you?” he said, standing up to greet her.

“Good. I spent the day seeing the sites around this region. The desert is so weird; Joshua trees are kind of neat though. We don’t have anything like them on my planet, or deserts for that matter.”

“Yeah, so I’ve heard.”

“I saw the Pacific the other day, which made me homesick,” she said. “Earth is diverse and just so interesting ... especially the wildlife.”

Chris blushed. For some reason he loved it when ooze-women referred to him as part of “the wildlife.”

“Oh, you like that?” She asked with a broad smile on her face.

“It’s cute,” he replied.

“Cute? That’s a concept I’m still trying to wrap my tendrils around.”

Chris laughed. “On Earth we’d say—”

“Wrap my brain around,” she interrupted. “I know, I was making a joke. We don’t have brains like you do, but we do have tendril filaments that are sort of like brains.”

“Interesting,” Chris replied.

“Yeah, we are two really different species.”

Chris smiled. “We blend together well though.”

Indiga blushed. “Yeah, surprisingly well.”

***

A few hours later Chris and Indiga arrived at a hotel on the other side of town.

“I’m sure you don’t have a flooding tank yet, few humans I’ve met do,” she said as they walked inside.

“No, not yet. I want to get one though.”

“They cost a lot. I hear there’s a company in Sweden that’s making them now. That’s where we first landed when we came here you know.”

“Hot tubs work pretty well for that, though,” he noted.

“Yeah, they do, but it’s not as good for my species. Doesn’t have the temperature fluctuations, which really does it for me personally, and they don’t shut all the way. I need a good air tight seal to really do some good flooding.”

“I see,” Chris replied, not truly understanding her perspective, although he had heard ooze-women mention that sort of thing before.

“Lots of temperature changes help us expand and makes the whole process a lot more enjoyable. Oh, and getting to expand in a sealed tank just works wonders for us. It’s like being in the depths of our planet’s oceans in a way, with all the pressure surrounding us, but with a solid partner it just makes it way more intimate.”

They made it to the elevator and pushed the button for the fourth floor.

“How long are you going to be on Earth?” he asked.

“Probably for a little while at least,” she replied. “I know you humans don’t live nearly as long as we do, but for the right partner maybe forty or fifty years, then I’d go back home for a while and regenerate.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Kind of, but it doesn’t really feel like as long for us since we live a lot longer than you do. Think of it like a fling for me, but a relationship for you, when it comes to time. I love solids,” she continued, “I can merge with another ooze-person here and there, but mating with a solid is just amazing to me. I mean, I feel so contained and I love getting to flood into my partner, and you can’t do that in the same way with another ooze-person.”

“Yeah,” Chris said, then reached out and held her hand as the elevator approached the fifth floor. He squeezed her palm, which didn’t remain stiff at all because she had no bones. It reminded him of squeezing a water balloon.

***

The hotel room looked normal, except that in the middle of it was a big round tub: her flooding tank. The interior of the tank was curved, but it was made of a flexible material that moved around and shifted like skin.

“Wow, that’s a nice tank,” he said as he examined it.

“Yeah,” she replied, removing her clothing behind him. “It’s big enough for six humans at once, not that we have to do it as a group thing or anything. Take your clothes off.”

He nodded and began to undress. She had resumed her transparent form the moment they had entered the room. Her entire body was the same deep blue as it was in her photographs, which made Chris’ heart beat with anticipation. She had taken a feminine form that was very sleek, yet curvy, with a narrow waist, and wider hips than the average woman would normally have on Earth. He loved that.

“Can you make your boobs bigger?” he asked.

She laughed, then her chest began to grow in size to a more voluptuous bust. “Yeah, it’s not a problem. I know a lot of human men love big mammary glands.”

“We call them boobs—it’s a human thing,” he replied.

“Is this big enough?” she asked.

“That’s amazing, and yeah it’s perfect.”

She laughed. “Shape-changing is what I do. You just keep staying in the same shape and you’ll make me happy, sexy solid.”

He laughed.

She came up to him and pressed her body against his, breasts first. She laughed when she did it. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” he replied, embracing her. Her body flexed and rippled where his skin met hers.

“Good,” she said, leaning up to him and kissing him.

He sat down on the edge of the tank and pulled her closer, letting her straddle him. He could feel that she was almost twice the weight of a human woman, but he liked the feeling of her liquid form weighing down on his lap.

He gently sucked on her bottom lip, which felt like sucking on paste in a tube of plastic in a way, but every time he sucked them the shape of her lips reformed so he could suck them again. She groaned as he did it, and he could feel her anamorphic body moving all around and over his—in ways no human woman could ever do.

“Wow,” he said.

“Yeah, I bet you like that,” she replied. “Let me engulf you.”

“Okay,” he replied.

She leaned in and kissed him again, but this time her body seemed to merge over his, although she kept her womanly shape. In a few seconds she had her entire body engulfed around his, and was flexing the fluids that made up her form, massaging the muscles all over his body. She kept his head from being engulfed, however, so he could kiss her and so he could breathe.

“This is amazing,” he said after a little while.

“Yeah,” she replied, “same here. Do you want to go in the tank now?”

“Hell yeah,” he replied.

She stood up and led him into the tank, although when she stepped into it she almost lost her female shape entirely, and nearly flowed into it like a wave.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice sounding odd, like she was speaking into a fan. Her facial features seemed to blur and her shape was less distinct. “I just get really,” she paused, “fluid, when I get this aroused. I really love being in a tank with a solid.”

He reached out his hand to hers, and sat down on the bottom of the tank, which was a little like sitting on a water bed only it was shaped like a bowl. She climbed on top of him again, while the clear liquid canopy of the tank moved to enclose it.

She kissed him as they embraced again. As soon as the tank was sealed, her body began to expand around him, then quickly filled the tank to cover him completely. He opened his mouth and let her fluid form flow down his throat. It felt very uncomfortable, but he knew he wouldn’t drown from it, and that she would produce oxygen for him to breathe in and would exhale carbon dioxide for him when he needed to breathe out. He struggled a little as the deep-drowning continued, and as she did it he felt her liquid form under his fingernails, in his ears, up his nose: everywhere. He began to float within her liquid mass and his muscles started to flex like they were never meant to do all over his body.

If anyone had walked into the hotel room they would have been shocked. From the outside the tank they would have seen what appeared to be a man floating nude inside a swirling deep blue fluid, with his body shaking and convulsing.

***

The next day Chris walked into work early in the morning with a smile on his face. He had a never felt so alive in his life.

“Hey, Chris,” Katie said, as he came up to the entrance.

“Hey Katie,” he said with a smile.

“How was your weekend?”

“Good. I had a lot of fun.”

“Really, what did you do?”

“Went out, and did some stuff.”

“Oh, vague stuff eh?”

“Uh, yeah. Really vague stuff.”

“You know, it’s really okay. I mean ... if you’re—”

“I’m not gay, Katie. How many times do I need to say that?”

“Sorry, it’s just,” she paused again, “you know. You can tell me anything. I’m a good listener.”

“Yeah, okay,” he said as he went inside.

“You can tell me anything,” she added.

Chris thought about telling her for a moment and decided against it, unsure where to even begin. “I’ll think about it, Katie. Please excuse me, I need to use the restroom.

***

Chris walked into the restroom and locked the door. He used the urinal, and felt his phone buzz while he took a piss. Afterward, he walked up to the sink to wash his hands and looked up into the mirror: he noticed a little blue bump by his collar.

“What the heck?” he asked himself. He shivered for a moment then noticed another one on his neck. When touched, it felt soft and fluid, just like the skin of an ooze-woman. He plucked one of the buttons loose on his collar and found two more by his collar bone.

Someone knocked on the door. “Chris, are you still in there?” Katie asked.

Chris’ pulse raced. “Yeah, just give me a few minutes.”

He removed his shirt and then his undershirt. His chest and back were dotted with dozens of the same little blue bumps. His armpits and navel area were covered in them.

“What is this?” he quietly asked himself.

He checked his phone and found a new message from Indiga.

“Chris, I discovered all these weird clumps in my ooze when I reformed this morning. It’s never happen to me before, but I thought you should know. Sometimes merging with a new species can have odd reactions. It’s probably nothing though, and I’m sure you’re fine.”

One of the blue spots on Chris’ neck popped and splashed blue ooze onto the mirror.

Katie knocked again. “Are you okay?”

Chris watched as another blue spot began to form in the middle of his forehead right before his eyes.

“Yeah,” he replied. “I’m fine.” 

Andrew James Woodyard is an artist and writer from the mountain community of Running Springs, CA. His fiction and poetry have appeared in “Phineas Literary Magazine,” and “Morpheus Tales.” His artwork can be seen on DeviantART.