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Inside Joy

Part One

Just a bit north from Perth, Debbie and Joy lived a colorful life. Joy's job was in an orchard with pomegranates, Debbie was in retail. The two shared their cabriolet Nizuma for long trips along the western coast of Australia. From the radio rang the greatest synth pop classics, always.

Once then, a month after what became individuals made of gelatinous nanosilica in New England, the change reached Down Under and Joy, who in turn went to give a stern talking to the liquid being treating themselves to pomegranates without paying.

The albatross gel wasn't a crook. As a payment, the gel could let Joy experience the joys of being a pomegranate gel too as the hognose snake anthro curiously accepted the liquidshifter's offer. Quickly the albatross messed into a fruit as they let Joy take a bite. The hognose snake anthro, Joy Beller, became a pomegranate gel too as she stretched to pick and chomp through the orchard with the thief as Joy hadn't forgiven the thief quite yet.

The two continued to delve into the fruits they were now made of, but Joy knew where the storage unit was for much more of the juice condensate they produced as she gulped the containers and let water run into her, growing hundreds of liters in minutes in pure bliss.

The gel who had endured a long flight to Australia to visit the continent now felt the dexterous, enormous tail of the hognose snake anthro turned enormous woma python of pomegranate goo latch the thief into coils and squeeze the gel, for Joy was plentiful in size as the 90 feet of snake was 18 feet thick and should she wish, hollow, as the plump albatross that had foolishly given the owner of the orchard the means to defend it from gels was doing exactly so as a giant snake now.

Inside the snake the gel slipped as Joy squeezed the gel within her into formless shapes, Joy oblivious as to how inexplicably pleasurable it was for the thief in her to be mangled so, until of course the thief squeezed syrup into her, giving her a generous donation of more pomegranate gel to shape with as Joy continued, draining and stretching the gel within her empty of all the thief had stolen. To Joy she was giving the albatross a pummeling, to the albatross the snake was milking them juuust right.

Until an hour or so later when the thief was five hundred centiliters, slipping out and very disappointed Joy wasn't a good gel at all to them. But as is customary for visitors of the Billadoo Pomegranate Orchard, Joy welcomed the visitor with a bottle of their eponymous juice condensate. The albatross left with a slight disappointment to search for more of the bottled product from the nearby stores quickly.

A regular shift for Joy the day she became her Choice was not, but deep down her ability to now become anything was satiating her need to become more powerful snakes as she resembled a carpet python now, a cobra perhaps? No! An anaconda!

Such beautiful shapes she could be instead of her quirky hognose snout, with kissable lips and sharp gazes as she pondered her face from a second head she felt natural to see from.

At the end of the day, she coiled her and Debbie's Nizuma into her body and began to slither home, eager to show Debbie Brooks, that slightly self-conscious tapir anthro, what delightful things gels could become. On the way home, Joy continued multiplying her presence as she found it extraordinary how she could duplicate and combine her senses so, within her she already teased two of her anthro avatars groping each other.

***

Debbie anxiously paced with the phone, eager for her friend to answer. It was much more late than it takes by car to come home.

*click* "Yea, Deb?" Said the warbly voice akin to what Joy sounded like.

"Joy? You in a tunnel there?" Deb asked, pondering the strange echo.

"Nah uhm...Just found a lifestyle that suits me." Joy explained, causing even more questions to pop up.

"W-where are you, girl? You're usually much earlier here than today." Deb wondered.

"Been trekking there, five minutes, I see our street, Deb." Joy said as the call ended.

Trekking? Deb pondered that word as she came to see the...the...

In the dark, over the low houses as a monstrous red gelatine, squeezing the hatchback cabriolet before settling it to the side of the road came Joy that with a single motion of periscoping towards Deb also began to flow into their house the small swimming pool's worth of snake through the front door.

Deb was torn with the tide of gel into their low living room where despite Joy's abundance in size, no glass table was shattered, no painting torn from the walls and no decoration knocked down as Joy relaxed her coils to let the least resistance around her win as she settled herself inside, rough textiles were itchy as Deb flowed weightlessly in the red gel along the coils to where Joy wished as Deb breached in front of the gelatinous snake's sharp muzzle.

"Well what ya reckon? Fits me, right?" Joy asked Deb who gasped and coughed, thinking any of the snakes cool gel to remain in her system, though nanosilica does not part from itself at all.

"Joy, this the...You're a..." Deb grew silent.

"Anything you want, though right now I like this massssssive snake I snatched a thief with. Look how easily I fit around our furniture! Though our couch' become mighty rough recently..." Joy pondered.

"A thief? In Billadoo?" Deb asked as she felt her body gently float closer to Joy's enormous mouth.

"An albatross-lookin gel I squeezed in me to wring out the fruits he ate without my permission!" Joy said, Deb directly in front of her.

The anthro tapir felt a current of gel run between her legs as Joy remained the smiling, gelatine being in front of her, Joy's face was creases one had to intepret to make out the eyes, brow and nose, though Deb made it all clearly out from the big face.

"You're so small now..." Joy said with almost a whisper as Deb felt even more gel roll along the undersides of her breasts, shoulders and groin.

"J-Joy are you..." Deb asked as the former hognose's growing desire for her roommate and bestie was becoming difficult to control. The touches stopped as Deb noticed them as Joy glowed red, loosening around Deb as the gel suddenly became fresh candle wax in consistency where it had been sticky honey just now. Deb needed to kick and move arms gently to stay afloat and not sink into her friend's coils.

"You know, being this big I don't exactly fit our house, heh..." Joy nervously said as she reeled away from touching her friend so passionately.

"I noticed." Deb said as she began to feel more and more pull down as she struggled against the suddenly sinking feeling.

"But it's not a problem if I'm the house, though?" Joy nervously asked as Deb fell through the surface into the hollow of the snake that continued to expand to the walls of the living room as nothing else changed, each piece of furniture gently slid over, decorations plopping through the rolling gel, like magic the walls became gelatinous as outlets barely revealed the walls' original colors.

The floor, too, became pomegranate red as like a tide Joy became fixated by her ability to simply spread and coat, stretch more and more until their tiny seaside house with a kitchen, a living room, a bedroom, restroom and a neat little porch with a seaside view was almost entirely covered by hollow snake gel, as under the front door the living gel gently leaked a bit. The roof was all still wooden panels, though.

Debbie walked to see the walls and the floor gently wave with excess gel that formed the head of Joy, quickly morphing into a replica, to stand in front of Deb as she walked on her mass."This is so coool!" She eagerly said as she felt around her mass, seeing her excess still rolling along the floor as she directed the tide into her body which grew her up a foot experimentally. There was slack everywhere, so much to utilize around the house as in the bedroom, Joy stretched from the floor in her original size with ease, as another replica, a copy of her in a smaller scale.

"Joy this is..." Deb was speechless as their house had become her best friend entirely. Though as Joy reveled in seeing everything from any angle she wished, she let pockets of excess mass slosh around Deb's body, so Joy could gently eager herself to the feeling of Deb's little feet on her "skin".

Deb kneeled to swirl Joy's gel around as in the bedroom, Joy's second replica massaged her breast to feeling her so, as Joy in the living room closed her legs to the sensation of the bedroom Joy being fondled by a third replica growing from the floor. So easy it was for Joy to be three bodies in different parts of the house. So easy it was to just control three smaller versions in her entirety.

"C-could we ermm...Focus on sitting on the couch to talk?" Joy asked as the couch lifted an inch and was floated to seat Deb, as Joy moved other furniture carefully like curling pucks to make way.

In the bedroom she frantically let two replicas of her now make out like an errand thought as she tried to focus on sitting on the couch and talking to the hottest girl she knew.

"So uhmm...I'm big and stretchy now." She said to Deb who still tried to process the past ten minutes. As they sat on the couch, Joy gently kicked her leg to pretend she was sliding the couch back in place, as on her gel the sofa lifted and did exactly that. "I don't know why it's just...so delicious to continue morphing, though. And how there's just...ROOM to keep it all up." Joy punned, badly.

"Joy, I...You're...our house..." Deb processed, seeing the gelatinous hognose snake girl gently float towards her a loose tee and jean shorts from the bedroom as she shook her head to make her some braided hair, resembling implants she enjoyed to wear as snake anthros do not grow any, taking the appearance Debbie knew best as a candy-colored, flat-chested girl wearing a loose tee that barely hid her chest in winds. Dressing on she sighed. "There's just sooo much gel I can work with and...I ermm, think I ate the harvest?" Joy said, with a stifled giggle.

Her clothes hung loose but wherever they touched her gel, they itched. She pushed through it. They were her favorites after all. She wasn't herself without her jean shorts and loose tee.

In the bedroom she was already continuing as the conversation stilled, letting the tails of her other replicas gently massage each others' folds as Joy tried to nonchalantly fuck herself in the bedroom while in the kitchen, she erected from the coalescing mass on the floor her fourth anthrofolk replica who began to prepare a fruit platter for Deb, relishing in the pleasure and ease of utilizing a second pair of arms to pull open cupboards and place the diced fruit into the bowl.

Content with the arrangement, the kitchen replica walked from kitchen to living room as Debbie screamed to the sight of another Joy.

"D-Debbie it's just me!" The two hognose snake anthros said in unison as the clothed replica took the tapir's hand. As the multiarmed, naked hognose placed the bowl of fruit to the couch table that was floating next to the two, her kitchen replica rejoined the floor as ripples that stilled.

"I-I'm sorry for scaring you, I just...I can focus on multiple things now." Joy said as the two mingling Joys in the bedroom stopped and looked at the door to the rest of the house, questioning if they should even continue. All of Joy now focused on Deb's fear.

"Pull the fucking brakes! You came home just a quarter of an hour ago...Alright, so you are...Joy. The same girl but you became one of those goo people?" Deb tried to clarify.

"Debbie...I'm me. I'm not...an anthro. Anymore, but still I feel our friendship and the girl energy between us, right? How could I ever change that?" Joy explained.

"Only Joy uses the word 'girl energy' to describe our road trips, but...Alright. I guess it's you then. You came home as this massive snake and now you're our house. You said the harvest is gone? No pomegranates?" Deb asked.

"Uhh...Every fruit I ate was like...someone chomping my...fruit." Joy explained as Deb facepalmed. "You're so corny, for fuck's sake." Debbie sighed as Joy smiled a wide grin with that hognose smile.

In the bedroom the two other Joys sighed and continued making out against the wall quietly.

***

With the Billadoo set to recover another year and the stocks of juice condensate gone, Joy's start-up that she maintained on a dirt-cheap piece of farmland wasn't needing the weekly bottling operation. Joy woke up in the living room, checking if she's sagged or was sagging anywhere and pleased to find her gel as it was, albeit like dry honey before she decided it to run like wax again.

In the bedroom, next to an empty bed, Deb slept as the walls and the roof and floors gently sloshed and rippled as Joy brought her presence to seeing her friend sleep from the top, sides and bottom. Such a cute girl she was to Joy who, despite her bold mannerisms, was completely reserved to confessing her feelings to her.

Even the yesterday's accidental groping in her gel she resented, she had been too forward, power got in her head as she needed to relax. Let Deb get used to her being gel...

...because Joy had always kind of...wanted to change.

The hair implants for mimicking the locks Deb had, the odd egg she fruitlessly had to endure through monthly and her toothless jaw she feared to gross Debbie out.

Joy, being twenty-four and still sharing everything with her high school friend, who by the years became a crush as Joy saw disinterest in males, even if some had been very kind to her.

Now as a gel, Joy didn't worry as much but focused on enjoying herself, letting Deb join with the fun as Joy opened the door and walked to the bedroom, against the idea of quickly morphing herself in after licking Deb's sleeping body in desperation from the walls.

"It's O-Eight hundred. Sorry, I usually have the alarm in our room." Joy said and turned on the lights. Joy already had her kitchen replica prepare food as she put the toasts to toast, eggs to fry and peeling away the bacon she-

The walls squeezed. Joy's replica melted in the kitchen backwards as Joy screamed in pain in the bedroom. She felt herself melting everywhere.

"JOY WHAT'S HAPPENING?!" Deb said, sitting from the fringes of sleep to Joy's raspy voice scream. "I'm not sure! I touched a piece of bacon and it was like my finger was cut off!" Joy said.

"You...don't know? Gels can't endure salt. It was everywhere in the news, the radio, the-" Deb listed.

"Yeah, well I didn't FUCKING know, then!" Joy snapped as she clutched her chest, feeling a deep struggle suddenly.

You're being malicious.

Joy felt tears drip to the floor, on her gel. She had never been as confused by what was choking her until she saw Deb's worried look. You can't hold in what you just said. It's burning you up, you know you fucked up by lashing out.

"Deb, I'm...I shouldn't have said that to you." Joy said as like a wave, she glowed as she relished the wave of guilt flushing away, like catharsis.

"It's f-fine. You can't touch salt or you hurt, Joy." Deb said as Joy still reeled from that sinking feeling that she had had, the ravaging guilt of making someone upset. She usually swallowed down her guilts until she forgot them, but now, doing so made her stomach drop and tears well in anxiety.

***

Deb put the bacon, vegemite and other salty stuff back in the fridge as Joy leaned her hands to her temples. "No bacon..." She muttered.

"At least you can still eat this." Deb said and slid the bowl of ice cream to Joy. "You deserve it for getting an owie."

Joy spooned in the first spoonful as she saw through the walls how her original replica of her former anthro form never digested any bit of the delicacy, though she tasted every bit of it. Forming a mouth inside her, she could taste and swallow the spoonful of ice cream forever and ever.

Joy lifted her shirt to be able to let herself see inside from many angles as like a snake eating snake she swallowed the ice cream inside her over and over again in a wheel.

"What are you doing?" Deb asked, seeing Joy looking at the ceiling while lifting her shirt. "Uhhm, nothing!" Joy said as Deb noticed the wall next to them quickly ripple into stillness. Joy felt that guilt again, keeping it in made it worse.

"I...I can swallow as many times as I want and wanted to see it happen." Joy explained.

"You can...see from the walls?" Deb asked as their house lit in glowing, red light as Joy was flushed and embarrassed beyond any other semblance of sensation. "Joy, you're...blushing so obviously." Deb said, smiling.

"I...I..." Joy wanted to lie no more but saying anything else would have to be more than a half-truth.

"Must be nice, seeing our house like the big brother." Deb said and fixed her braided hair as Joy watched her eat, feeling it again. That attitude, her motions, nonchalance, that...energy Debbie had. Joy leaned to her arm, against the table as she let her presence expand once more as the ability to be more was wayyyy too addicting by now.

In the bedroom again, she morphed herself but now on top of her was Debbie with a strap-on. Just on the floor the two went to it between the beds as the suitor Joy felt every bit of her snake vulva pushed wider by the apparatus Debbie's pomegranate gel replica sported as the two made as little noise as possible, moans hid with constant kisses as Joy let Debbie's replica speed up as the warmth she felt by her gel thrusting in her lit the dark bedroom in teal light, without a single idea of what was happening.

The glowing strap-on thrusting through her vulva was beginning to feel more than just her being penetrated as she felt through Debbie's strap-on. Before she could comprehend why, the feeling of the supposed-to-be a latex dildo cumming inside her a squirt of syrup caused both of them to scream into each other's mouths in orgasmic pleasure.

Deb looked towards the bedroom like she heard something as the original Joy hit her knee to the underside of the dining table in shock, feeling her labia bulge and writhe too in her jean shorts.

"I errmmmm...You should be on your way." Joy said in the clutches of her other bodies being in binds of release. "Yeah, the traffic's gonna be something. Don't break anything while I'm gone, byeeeee-" She said and shut the front door.

Joy waited for her to drive far enough away so she could quickly take off her jean shorts to see why she felt so...alive down there.

She was fine, but the chef replica that she stood up with in the kitchen wasn't as she let every orifice of her fourth body be stormed by various tentacles as she experimented with new-found excitement for what she could really, really do.

In the house, she could coat floors and walls and have excess for many things. With practice, being more than five heads seeing, tasting, smelling and hearing was going to be easier but for now, she had to filter and parse with focus if she made twelve eyes looking everywhere, hearing separate things. Ten eyes was manageable, even if three of them were spinning and one was upside down.

Joy decided to separate herself from her selves by location as the living room replica needed to have clothes, the bedroom trio needed to be quiet and the kitchen Joy had to have many arms.

She named her replicas. I, with a shirt and shorts, am the original. That one, in the kitchen with many arms is the chef...The three I wanna fuck myself with can be suitors, hidden in the bedroom from Deb.

Like an instant, this all became so obvious, what she was doing. This was a dollhouse. Joy was the puppetmaster.

Joy let the first idea quickly play out as the braided, clothed Joy was playing with her Mowtendoo Swap with the multiarmed chef Joy walking to the living room and pulling Joy by the tail.

"What." The original Joy said. The chef Joy pretended to undress, as like magic the old apron quickly slid along the floor from the kitchen to her legs as an after touch as the chef let loose an elephant dick one of her few boyfriends had had.

The chef Joy sat on the original Joy's legs as she peeled off the jean shorts quickly, tossing them next to the apron as she continued to guide her bendy cock inside her replica.

The sensation of just two of her being so close was enough as the suitor Joys in the bedroom melted into ripples and a quick thin layer over the floor.

Joy relished the two, was the two, needed to toy with the two screwing on the couch, as a thin excess layer of gel on the floors coalesced into the thickest tentacle that quickly slipped inside the original Joy's mouth as the massive, formless snake Joy, merged deep into the actual foundations of their house, felt the tip of its tail sucked by the little replica it could make to be.

Joy smiled, formlessly as she relished the sensation of lifting the original Joy to the chef Joy's lap and using herself like a fleshlight before pushing a mangled mess of syrup deep into her original replica.

The multi-limbed chef Joy then picked up the jean shorts and apron that two tentacles conveniently tossed on the couch as the two replicas and Joy in general was bushed. Almost.

The chef Joy only managed to put on her apron before seeing her original replica laying on the couch with bent up legs. "You're pretty without pants." The chef Joy said with an amazonian, booming voice as the nine feet tall chef of many arms once more delved into the opportunity to toy with her former appearance of a 5'6" hognose snake anthro.

Soon enough, the chef was a Debbie replica, as Joy continued worsening her need to finally break the ice with her and her best friend.

***

Debbie's arrival prompted Joy to quickly hide the three Debbie replicas, one which she ate from, one which was penetrating her and one who was nibbling her breasts as Joy quickly stilled the waves of gel around her legs, pulled the slightly torn loose shirt on and buttoned her jean shorts as she went to sit on the kitchen chair, tense.

"You good, girl?" Deb asked as tentacles almost began to creep up the bags of groceries as Joy wanted to see what she bought, before thinking it would be much too wild for her to see as Joy walked her original replica to look into the bags.

Debbie looked at the replica like she was her entirety, a feeling which Joy was unsure about.

"I got...uhm, more ice cream, fruits and sweets for you to enjoy." Deb said as Joy smiled. "That's kind of y-" Joy clutched her mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck...

The floor and walls blew raging pink. So, so in fantasy Joy had been that her voice was still Debbie's.

"You sounded..." Deb pondered. "A loose thought! I focused on...god dang it this guilt! I can't really lie anymore." Joy pondered out loud.

"A-about what?" Debbie asked curiously. "About me trying out talking with your voice...today." Joy held the whole truth in her like hot coals.

"Oh okay, I think there's-" Deb continued as Joy came to hug her. "Please don't be mad. I don't know why I need to say it." Joy muttered, her confession just on her tongue. It was slipping...Slipping..."I l-" Joy was interrupted.

"I'm not mad you goofy girl! Just...I've wondered why the walls in our bedroom were rippling so much when I went to bed. Like when you...watched yourself eat. Did you..." Debbie suggested, as the whole interior of the house was bright as inside a searchlight. Joy was crazed, Debbie needed to connect the puzzle.

"You're obvious to read from? Wonder wh-" Deb stuttered.

"Debbiepleaseiloveyouiloveyourhairyourvoiceyouaresoprettyohmygodsohmygodsohmygods!" Joy launched to confess. She was rigid, upright, tail thrashing, eyes fixated to the tapir anthro she was holding onto for dear life.

"Uh...what?" Debbie asked.

"I love you. I adore you. I feel so happy with you. I feel so elated to tell you! I feel so happy to tell you! I love you! I LOVE YOU!" Joy clung to Deb as Deb was...

...gently pushing off from Joy.

Silence.

"L-Listen, I..." Deb said.

"You're hurting me. Why are you hurting me?" Joy wordlessly asked.

Tears welled up in both.

"I thought this day would come." Deb said, wiping her eyes as Joy let her eyes soak her loose tee with pomegranate juice.

Quiet. Shared gazes. Tears spoke truths.

"I never thought you'd be the one to...I always wanted..." Deb said as Joy made slow steps to embrace the tapir anthro's blouse.

"You always seemed so away I feared...So easy to get mad..." Deb continued.

"I can't be a grudgy bitch like this." Joy slipped as Deb huffed to hear Joy's confidence ooze through her raspy words.

With a gentle pull of Debbie's chin, the two fixed gazes and kissed insecurely.

Parting their lips, Deb looked up along the long neck holding Joy's gelatinous self, Nothing else Joy had been was anymore than just the original replica in the moment.

"Comfortable?" Joy asked. "Y-yeah. It's just...all is so quick and I feared you...you would..." Debbie worried.

"Never in a million worlds. Never, Deb." Joy said and pushed her snout to snuggle Debbie's furry brow.

The two stood in the entryway, amidst groceries where the melting packs of ice cream were the only indication of the strength of their embrace, the time they took to finally, finally after years, come out of the closet for each other.

***

The beds floated together. Joy wasn't on the walls anymore, but in the semblance of her former self as she laid naked with Debbie, the two spooning as to Joy, living this present was beyond the need for replicas.

Joy brushed her friend's fur. Only slight touches before but now, all of her chubby friend was hers to lean closer to.

Joy still at times blinked with formless eyes in walls as she was too hooked into her ability to be anything. Anywhere in the house. Any time she wanted.

With Deb easing to her touch and needs, the two felt whole and complete as Debbie called sick to just...be with her soulmate.

***

Part 2.

Their morning was with salt-free bread, salt-free butter, salt-free condiments and eggs and even cold cuts devoid of sodium-based preservatives as Joy chomped and cheved into her gel assorted bits of breakfast, relaxing to the tastes of her food resurfacing to her senses every twenty seconds or so as she gulped down milkshake too. It all became a mushy mess in her she then spat out should Deb wish to digest the strange mess as in Joy it was but a whirl of flavor.

The chef Joy came with more pretty plates of fruits and toast as the kitchen became a safe place for her to practice spicy vegetable dishes, compensating with cumin, cardamom and other spices to create masterpieces with her six, multi-dexterous hands.

"It's like having a mansion here." Deb said. "But the servants are all the same girl you love." The nine feet tall amazonian anaconda said and kissed Deb. The original Joy watched eagerly how deep and pronounced the kiss was with the chef, who picked dirty plates before departing from the kiss with a gentle flick of a tail on the tapir's cheek.

"W-wow." Deb only said as she looked at the girl she knew by appearance the best. "And that was all just me there. Think of it, Deb! I could...let you fly in me or I could grow enough to fully cover or even replace our house! I could...I could." Joy wondered as in the quiet bedroom a pair of mouths licked a growing shaft in delight as original Joy jumped, feeling her labia once more bulge outwards in her shorts. The sensation of pushing it out, the temptation to just let it happen was strong as Joy crossed her legs, feeling her tiny dick tent her shorts slightly.

"Give me a sec!" Joy said and ran into the bathroom as Deb turned to see her new girlfriend hastily lock the door.

Unzipping her shorts, she pushed the elephant cock from yesterday as Joy desperately moved the prehensile, equine-like member around. The urge of having it, the sensation it brought to her and the slow pulls she put her hand to it...

Like a shaken soda she just lost a giant burst of her glowing, teal goo all over the bathroom mirror while she desperately held shut her mouth as she whined through the pleasure of the foot long monster bursting from her skimpy jeans.

A knock or three she heard through the door. "Joy, are you...okay?" Deb said as she just flowed with her words towards the truth.

"Exuberant..." She blurted as she wanted to disappear herself into the walls for using that word. She could do so if she wished, the bathroom too was just her.

"R-right...I don't know if that's something..." Deb stuttered.

"I can't lie anymore, Debbie! It hurts!" Joy frustratingly said as she swiped her hand around her cum, gently absorbing the cascade of goo she'd produced all over the bathroom.

"Well, uh, I appreciate you being so straightforward then." Debbie said from the hallway.

"I mean...nevermind." Joy said, frustrated she couldn't word the strange, amplified conscience she had now.

***

Calming from the flurry of...whatever the hell she'd felt, Joy and Debbie relaxed with the teevee for now as Joy still felt her...erection try to form as she laid on her belly and tried to take her mind off from sex to cooking as chef Joy, that amazonian anaconda of many limbs, kept stumbling with her arms. Not necessarily because of inexperience but because one of the three pairs always found time to gently slide her clitoral hood against her clit as she kept looking back into the living room, original Joy looking at the chef Joy with shared worry as Joy overall, on the walls and in replicas of her, shared that...urge to just push more syrup.

Cutting the cucumber ended with her letting the knife slip from her hand with a loud clang as she saw her chef replica sporting an orca penis, straight from the fantasies she'd had. Did she want one? ...Maybe.

Before she had any opportunity to calm down, the tip of the member sliding along the kitchen cabinet door just below the sink was enough for the chef Joy to audibly squirt a long squeeze of flowy syrup to the cabinet as she quickly turned her apron around to cover the view.

Original Joy desperately looked behind her, chef Joy held and clutched the stainless steel counter, watching the glowing globs of cum-like syrup slowly slide along the door as the anaconda had another startle to see how her grip from the stainless steel counter had pushed twenty dents to its surface; the number of fingers in her four hands holding it.

The anaconda brought her tail and swiped the cabinet door as the loudest possible bang it could make, made Debbie look behind at the anaconda gripping the counter with her thick tail between her legs.

"Are you having problems?" Deb asked from original Joy without looking as Joy sucked the angle she had of her, asking her so straightforward something so ruthlessly. Their house lit in red glow as Joy's replicas, walls and floor became like fresh lava.

"Y-yeah, Debbie..." Original Joy answered, crossing her legs as the need to make the elephant jump out became excruciating.

In the bedroom, she mimicked her original self and the anaconda chef as she reached from the floor in a sixty-nine and gobbled up her dicks to get some kind of refraction going that could maybe stop her from sprouting dicks.

"Do you need more...ingredients?" Deb asked as she looked at Joy next to her now, Joy's legs so tightly together. "Mm-hm?" Joy answered as Deb began to slip on the sandals, grabbed the car keys from the couch table, made her way towards the bedroom to grab her wallet-

B-bedroom!

Joy jumped into her replicas as her masturbation in the bedroom was out of control, too far too fast as the disappearing replicas could not disappear the squirting cocks fast enough as Deb opened the door, seeing two two-footer cocks messing the floor with teal, glowing goo that quickly disappeared as Debbie stood by the doorframe, looking at the weirdest things squirm and squirt goo everywhere before settling to stillness.

The suitors, the chef and her original self materialized from the bedroom floor "Debbie, I...I was masturbating." Joy explained from her four replicas like a choir.

"I...see." Deb asked.

"I don't want to rush things! I was unsure if...we should..." Joy said in unison.

Awkward silence.

"You're...masturbating in our bedroom...alone." Deb said.

"I...since I became a gel I've had a sickening libido and my refraction is gone." original Joy said, her two other replicas melting.

Deb crossed her legs as Joy felt around the house, the tiniest molecules lingering in the air were picked up by Joy's stronger sense of smell now. Deb was getting wet.

"I...Could you be the anaconda while we do it?" Deb asked.

***

On the bed, in her black panties, kneeling remained Debbie as opposite of her on the bed was the nine foot anaconda anthro of chiseled features, Joy's braided hair grown where chef Joy had none.

"Are you sure?" Joy asked with her deep soprano voice, her gooey tail dipping to the floor to keep her connected to the rest of her mass.

Debbie took off her wet panties, leaving only her Star Warfare -pajama shirt on. Wordlessly, Deb licked with her eyes the dexterous dick Joy couldn't stop anymore from bursting from between her legs.

"Let me know if I hurt you in any, any way. I don't know how dicks work, Debbie." Joy clarified as her cock wagged. The sight made Debbie gush from there a fresh coat of pre. "Mm...Mm-hm." Deb mumbled as she relaxed and eased herself onto her back.

Joy crawled forward with worry, the rough bed sheets were the least of her worries as she gently guided her cock to Deb's entry before pushing herself in. Deb stiffened, her lips puffed as her clit jumped. "A-am I d-" Joy asked. "Shut up, keep going." Debbie said as in the living room, around her stripped clothes on the floor of gel quickly floated in secrecy another smaller Joy, who unzipped her shorts to tease her elephant cock too.

Anaconda Joy made gentle, slow thrusts, feeling around with her tip that she gently introduced forward facing, gooey hooks to, to let Deb feel them slide against her clit as she made effortless, painless, liquidshifter lubed thrusts to her girlfriend. The energy, security over Joy's capacity and the overall ease of keeping the pace was making Debbie rely more and more to the new experience...until Joy of course came within thirty seconds a splooge of teal cum, pulling out.

"N-no panic! I'll just...Continue." Joy said.

"Could you erm...Be more of you?" Deb asked, panting.

"...S-sure." Joy said, leaning back and stilling into the floor that then sloshed to erect three smaller Joys around the bed. Joy crawled with all three of her replicas onto the bed. "L-like this?" The three of her asked as Deb gave an eager "Mm-hm!" to her.

In the living room, original Joy relished the long squirts of glowing syrup cum staining furniture as she took the challenge of letting out long webs of syrup mess everything, coat Everything into more of Her. The stains of syrup stilled to webs of gel as the sofa was engulfed by the red pomegranate goo.

In the bedroom, suitor Joys, null-like with their faces barely formed, teased Debbie who let the faceless servants please and penetrate their queen as Debbie felt the eager tongues kiss her two rows of teats that she was always slightly ashamed of to reveal, but to Joy, Deb's four breasts were more than enough as the hognose anthro girl had had none.

Overjoyed by Joy's replicas giving her everything, Deb was a writhing mess that Joy licked entirely through the walls as she squeezed more teal syrup from her original replica in the living room, feeling her body mimic the four excitingly sexy teats Debbie had as the biggest squirt from her now three feet and a foot wide long elephant cock rushed the hyper member to shoot a stream so powerful now that it's impact to Joy's walls pushed her into another sweet release through every other replica as her drones creamed in unison as they gasped and stiffened around Debbie.

In thralls of passion, the original Joy sank into the floor, like an anaconda under the surface she swam her mass along the floor towards the bedroom. In the bedroom, bedside, resurfacing with her hyper phallus that she felt tensing once more for release, Debbie as the target as Debbie only managed to see the giant cock for a split second before she felt the extraordinarily warm, glowing sugary spunk coating her fur, morphing into a cocoon of oozing cum as the three drones dove into the mess Debbie was in.

The glowing syrup stilled once more to pomegranate gel as a formless ball of goo, Debbie inside.

"What the fuck, Joy?" Was replaced with a scream of pleasure as the living gel Debbie was encased in became every kiss, touch and coax. Every bit of her vulva, vagina and clit massaged. Every inch of her four teats suckled from as Debbie came, lactated and screamed, almost pissing herself in release.

The gooey pomegranate blanket melted to the floor as original Joy saw her gasping lover. She felt her elephantine phallus shrink and shrivel as Deb's naked, tired body required that creme de la creme, as Joy came to rest her replica next to her, easing Debbie's breaths into a spoon.

"I...Holy fuck, Joy." Debbie said as Joy said nothing back.

"I'm gonna take it slower next time...*huff* I was overwhelmed...almost lost control." Joy said as she felt around the house. The goo over every piece of furniture receded as it was simply too much for Debbie to be in.

"We can make days when you can go all in too." Debbie said as Joy felt her tail flick a ripple around the floor.

"I'm a bit...Scared to do my wurst." Joy said.

Debbie turned to her lover and kissed passionately, the two relished this present.

"I enjoyed your worst." Debbie said as she missed the sausage joke completely.

"Nevermind. And...I have ideas which are...worse." Joy felt her words spill.

"Like what?" Debbie asked.

Part 3

Driving home, Debbie was conflicted between being addicted and excited, slightly nervous as to how she'll manage home this time.

Two weeks later, Joy was just...this being turning into everything that dwelled in their home.

Deb had gone through grocery stores to buy the Billadoo Pomegranate Condensated Juice and other brands as Joy was fed larger, hundreds of liters more. Yet there was so much more money needed, the stores jacked up the prices for all juice products fast. Two hundred australian dollars for a liter jug of Joy's own product.

She had been the only pomegranate farmer in Western Australia after all. It's how she had managed so well.

Regardless, Debbie just focused on what usually happens when she gets out of the car in front of their house as she proceeded to loosen up her clothes for the entry.

The slam of the cabriolet's door was the signal for Joy to breach out like an excited puppy.

The front door of their house opened as Joy emerged as the sixty feet of liquid, at the end of it was Joy's hognose snout that was as large as their car. Braids too flowed with her enormous head.

"Hi Debbieee!" Joy yelled as she gulped the tapir anthro into the tide of the liquidshifter's mass as Debbie held her breath inside the stream of gel swallowing her into the house, which now was more a gel wrapped around every piece of it besides the exterior.

Inside, things were soft, waxy, rivulets melting from the roof for dramatic effect as their house was now Joy. Aside from the outlets that were deep dents in the gel coating their house, Joy had a six inches minimum coat of gel in any bit of surface inside to where Deb now flowed into as the enormous snake's head emerged to the end of the thick coil to gently release Deb out from where she came from, along with a torrent of goo to wrap Deb warmly onto the couch which began to slide on the gooey floor to face the teevee that turned on the paused episode they were binging yesterday.

A flurry of gel floated a loose tee and skimpy shorts as from the floor resurfaced original Joy next to Deb, lying on the couch covered in gel that gently nuzzled and caressed the naked tapir anthro.

"You don't know how ten hours without you feels." Joy said to Debbie. "Is it really true? Like...All feelings are stronger with gels?" Deb asked. "Mostly the stuff that makes me feel bad." Joy mumbled to her arms that leaned to the edge of the couch Deb was on.

"Wanna join me here?" Deb asked as she forgot at times how Joy was everything in the house now. Still, Joy normalized the question. "Always! We just need to get you refreshed!" She said as Deb felt the pomegranate gel she was tucked into liquify from loose honey to runny wax as Deb moaned, feeling her body lift from the sofa and feel the tempest of gel swirl and lick, prod and suck her coat of fur.

Suspended between the floor and the ceiling into a cocoon of lazy liquid massaging, sticking and loosening around loose follicles, shedding skin and excess dirt to flow the tiniest foreign bits effortlessly into the bin, Joy watched from her replica how within her entirety Deb was but the tiniest, most precious thing she adored.

As the shower concluded with Debbie's pussy now running wild after the living wax licking over it tens of times in teasing and ready for the usual workday evening, Debbie was descending from the tsunami of liquid and was being settled on the lap of the twelve foot tall replica of the anthropomorphic anaconda, loose braids of gel reaching the floor as the enormous female sat in a lotus position and let Debbie's vulva gently open as macro Joy's bundle of little tentacles corkscrewed together slipped inside her girlfriend where it unraveled into a frenzy of eager deluge.

On the enormous legs of the replica of how Joy now saw herself as, she made Debbie squirm on her lap as like fifty lovers Joy could be through her tool that flailed within Debbie. The three rows of arms macro Joy sported gently rubbed Deb's already primed breasts that for the past two weeks had succumbed to lactations in the penultimate touches of Joy's gel. Through the gentle weaves the amazonian liquidshifter made Deb squirt a drop or three of breast milk into Joy's gel, which in turn flushed red to the taste of her friend's intimate fluids. Quickly too, Joy's tentacle bundle was met with cum as Deb was empty and dazed beyond expression, like always when she came home.

"More?" macro Joy asked. No response from Deb, just pleasant moans.

Ten tentacles reached into two apples, an orange, grapes and a pear that were sliced by Joy. Not with knives. even if Joy could not freeze like cold beverage gels, she could still be sharp as some tentacles flattened and became like stiff honey, visually darkening in color as she pseudo-solidified a bit of her to slice through the fruits with nanometer thick blades before her ninth limb hollowed into a bowl to which the fruit salad disappeared into. Her record was nine seconds but eleven was good too as the bowl too became stiff honey in consistency. Rushing the bowl to the amazonian anthro's hand. She offered it to Deb who she cradled in her arms.

"How was work?" macro Joy asked Deb. "Basic." She mumbled with the apple slice in her mouth.

They were still for quite a while as Joy became fixated to preserving a quiet evening. She was getting the hang of when to push and when to brake as today was going to be maybe no binging, a bit of cuddle, shower together maybe and then sleep. To Joy, work seemed unnecessary now, which she pondered the meaning of. Things she needed were with Deb and the house, but utility bills and other taxes still had to be paid.

***

Despite being a house full of possibilities, Joy still owned an orchard, which she one day decided to go see again, of course making sure Deb was comfortable with the idea.

Gels were...uncommon and unaccepted in Western Australia. Joy made enormous leaps with her legs as a 120 feet tall amazonian anthro, landing gently and carefully each time over houses as she hopped faster than the speed limit as she soon stood next to her orchard.

To all her shock, the albatross was still there, trying their best to keep the trees producing fruit, the tiny albatross startled by Joy's size and muscles.

"O-oh, hey there! You're the...owner. I'm Sebastien." The albatross gel said.

"Sebastien! You've been taking care of my trees!" Joy said with her deep soprano voice echoing far.

"Uhm, well, your famous squash is just about off the shelves everywhere so I kind of...have to if I want to leave Australia elsewhere again. And it feels...good to correct things. Strangely." Sebastien explained.

"Please...I'm Joy. And like you I've felt just the strangest desire too to do good like you are. Mh, the warmth of feeling the waves. ." Joy explained.

"I-I'm not the only one? I thought I was just getting silly being gel, feeling so...good doing good. Is it a reward mechanism in gels?." Sebastien shared.

"You don't need to help with my orchard Sebastien. And if it's elsewhere in the world you want to be, I know just what you need!" Joy said and stretched her arm to grab the little albatross that yelped.

Growing her enormous spear of wigging tentacles, Joy brought the squishy albatross to the tip of it. "There's other ways f-GLGHORF!" Sebastien yelled as he was squeezed into a fleshlight.

Joy sat her 120 feet down and pumped the albatross up and down her cock, as Sebastien began to relish the moment too, each bit of his insides was being stimulated as he became erect.

With increasing pace, Joy let Sebastien stretch along her spear of nine feet up and down, up and down until came the shimmer, the glow and light as Joy filled the mangled gelatinous bird full of the writhing, glowing syrup like a full condom.

Sebastien rebounded like a rubber band off Joy's eight feet of wriggling tentacles as he fell back to the ground, full of glowing syrup that slowly stilled into pomegranate juice and then more of Sebastien. Occasional orgasmic squirt followed each liter accumulated as Joy curiously watched her pomegranate kin grow.

After a minute, all glow was gone as Sebastien remorphed with his new mass; the enormous wings spread wide on a V-shaped body as he fixed his imaginary pilot goggles and brushed back his gelatinous braids. Sebastien was ready to fly again.

"Hey, you've got braids too!" Joy said. "They look great on you so I had to try too! Very intriguing kind of hair, easy to make too..." Sebastien said and gently pushed down to feel the displacement of his wings to be right. "It feels good to be seven feet again. I...I thank you, Joy, though your method was nothing I would have come up with." Sebastien said with gratitude.

"Well you know, seeing you soar in happiness will make me happy too!" Joy said.

"It's...better I relish every wing beat then. To know you're here if I come back to Australia." Sebastien offered as Joy couldn't say no directly.

High flew the gelatinous albatross as Joy had an idea about their property taxes, expenses and other assorted costs. Maybe, their house was just in the wrong place still.

***

Inside Joy, Debb tried to stomach the plan.

"So, we unplug everything and then you just lift and walk with our home another two miles north to where your farm is? What about plumbing? Electricity?" Debb pondered.

"Both are in my orchard. I might look into owning a farm later. But I looked into the staff building, it's close enough. A few pipes is needed and...we'll lose the sea view, but for combating the two hundred percent increase in property tax, which is obviously because few people need houses anymore, we'd gain independence for a while. And since you're a herbivore and I don't need to swallow eggs anymore, we'll manage!" Joy explained.

Deb sat down, as Joy recognized her friend to want to sit on just the couch and pulled her gel off from it. Around Deb, Joy was five anthros, the original, the macro, the suitors, the chef and her feral form too.

"It's getting too complicated..." Deb said as Joy flashed red, her original sitting beside Deb and the others disappearing as Joy feared she was overdoing the whole replica thing.

"Maybe...Maybe if we're both gels, neither of us would need anything else except each other." Joy said as Deb looked at her friend, slightly moved.

"You and me, being...gels?" Debbie asked.

"You don't understand the pleasure of it...until you experience it." Joy said.

Deb looked elsewhere, stilling to thought. "Maybe...anthrofolk can't afford to live in this transitioning world. I've heard people become gels because of how expensive everything's becoming, I - I didn't expect to have to choose!" Deb said as Joy leaned her snout on her cheek.

"I'm with you however we decide...Did I mention there's a Martswell just a block away from my farm?" Joy asked as Debbie looked at her smiling friend with wide eyes. "So, the orchard isn't in the middle of nowhere?" Deb asked.

***

3 months later

***

In a house on a pomegranate farm lives in peaceful symbiosis a little tapir within a giant serpent oozing out of the windows to cover the orchards with a web, clinging to each tree by coils while singing to them to produce more as the gardener had found numerous guides on how to make the trees prosper with silica.

Debb, stretching awake, prompted the gelatinous cocoon she had slept in to unravel into liquid as Debb felt Joy already licking her fur clean as Debb's morning, day and evening were full of intimate rituals.

The chubbier tapir anthro needed not to walk as she was carried by the tide of gel downstairs to the couch where morning cartoons about gooey heroes replicating to help anthrofolk was playing as Deb reached for the bag of salt-free chili rosemarine chips.

Inside the house were places where Joy had all of her gel and places where there was none. Deb needed her privacy and moments alone as Joy relished the ability to feel her friend flourish inside her.

She said no ill of her rolls of chub accumulating around her fur as more fat meant more milk and more money from the side business.

There were indeed unfortunate gels, bound to mammal milk and desperate to grow with any means necessary. Any.

Being spread as a web of gel stuck to trees meant that Joy could walk outside too, though feared to kill the shoots of grass should she cover the whole yard.

Debbie could still fit into the Nizumi as the two honks of that little horn unraveled the house into gooey heads all happily welcoming home the tapir anthro who, despite the recent months of hardship like her family falling to debt, still felt limitless when she embraced Joy's hognose muzzle and mouth, feeling her body weightlessly brought in where much of the evening continued.

Like this Tuesday evening where Joy worked the chef, the macro and the original, preparing dishes while Deb was playing chess on the macro's lap, any pawn Deb lost was another little tentacle wrapping around the others already up in her pussy. The winner would get to serve as Joy finally bought the oversized strap-on.

The winning move was with Deb cornering the king with the knight and some pawns as despite Joy's incredible ability to absorb any book now, she never read any about chess.

Deb put on the 40cm leather harness, the metal penetrator was cold and would take half an hour to warm for Joy's gel.

But seeing Debbie so passionately thrusting her macro replica was so beautiful to witness. The tapir anthro eagerly brushing Joy's enormous legs, feeling Joy's thick anaconda tail help her as along the living room floor the furniture was shifting elsewhere to make the whole room just the enormous snake girl getting grinded by the little tapir, cutely jiggling in rolls of fat as chef Joy let the elephant cock gush out rope after rope of syrup everywhere.

With happy tears, the massive seventeen feet of Joy in boundless muscles screamed as the house shook, tentacles against the trees, on the roof, in the basement and in the bedroom all quickly jettisoned an uncontrolled burst of glowing gel everywhere.

Deb felt the massive tail between her legs lift her towards the head almost as big as her as Joy and Debbie shared an enamored embrace through quivering, eager lips as Joy only wanted more.

"New game?" Deb asked.

"You won..." macro Joy moaned and once more waited for Debbie to push the pleasant rod through inside, as Joy licked every inch of the toy entering her.

Amidst her thrusts, Deb quickly tossed away her toy and climbed on Joy's enormous body, as the two touched clits, with Joy letting a new prehensile phallus reach from her depths to lock the two lovers' clits together.

As they both came together, their juices mixed, Deb's squirting fluids and Joy's syrup, blending into a substance Joy incorporated into her mass, unaware of the miracle taking place, as Debbie's love was as sweet as pomegranates.