Samantha reared her arm to throw the dice, but was startled by a knock at the door. She dropped the dice in her shock and quickly looked around. "Shit, my roommates can't already be home."
Tracy stopped helping Sandra, they had figured out how to bend her knees and so she was able to sit herself down, if awkwardly. "Well who is it?"
Sandra's phone dinged and she fished it out of her discarded jeans. After checking it, she gave a whine and her ears flattened. "Guys I'm so sorry..."
"What? Who is it?" Tracy demanded.
"I ordered a pizza before we started. I got so caught up in all this I never even thought to cancel it." Sandra admitted, trying to sink down, but her large body made it difficult. Instead she just hid her face with her hands.
"What?" Samantha sputtered.
"Pizza!" Emily cheered. The pizza man knocked again.
"Well, someone has to answer it." Said Tracy.
"Sandra should do it, she ordered it." Samantha said, thrusting her finger.
"Oh yeah, let's just have a centaur answer the door." Tracy fired back.
"How was I supposed to know this would happen?" Sandra protested. "You go do it, you're the most normal here." She pointed back at Samantha.
"Normal? I have massive fucking cow tits. Tracy's a normal dude." Samantha countered.
"I can't answer shirtless. That's just weird." Tracy argued.
"I can do it!" Emily offered.
All three of the older girls responded "No!"
Emily frowned. "No offense Emily, but a catgirl might be a little suspicious." Tracy explained. "Sandra's right, Samantha you're the most presentable."
Samantha gave a scowl, gesturing to the wet spots on her nipples, but Tracy wouldn't budge. She got up and went for the door. She opened it a creak and slipped through, greeting the pizza guy, trying to hide her milk spots.
"Hi." She offered in greeting.
The pizza guy looked exhausted. "Hey, large pepperoni?"
Samantha nodded, she suddenly didn't feel so good. "Y-yeah. That's us." She heard her stomach grumbling and winced as she felt it twist, what was going on now? She took the pizza and reached in her back pocket for her wallet.
"That's 20 dollars miss...woah, are you ok?" The pizza guy asked, he looked much more alert, staring at Samantha's arm. Samantha looked and almost screamed curses, her arm was starting to melt and drip, the pizza starting to tip as her arm lost muscle density.
"Oh no. Y-yeah, I'm alright. This is..." Her words slurred off as her face began to droop as well, her face melting into a goopy mess. The pizza guy backed away, horror across his face as he watched Samantha's body drip and melt into itself.
"Holy fucking shit lady! What the hell are you?" Samantha tried to speak but her mouth wasn't working right, having melted into the rest of her body. Her skin changed from pale pink to a bluish green and took on a liquidy tint. Her clothes had melted into her as well, currently floating inside of her slimey body. The pizza guy scrambled back and quickly turned, running out of the apartment complex.
Samantha groaned and slipped back through the door, her slimey body dragging across the carpet, no doubt leaving bits of herself in the fibers. But at least she got the fucking pizza.
"Sammi I'm so sorry!" Emily quickly apologized when she saw Samantha. Tracy and Sandra just stared at the pile of sentient slime.
Finally Samantha figured out how to work her mouth. "What the fuck happened?" She demanded.
Sandra pointed at Emily. "Your piece moved on its own and Emily picked up the card."
Samantha tried to scowl, but her face wasn't really there anymore. "You couldn't have waited?" She snapped.
Emily looked to be on the verge of tears. "I didn't think it would make you change unless we read it. I'm sorrrrrryy!" She whined. Samantha gave a grunt, slamming down the pizza.
"No tip." She concentrated, then formed something that resembled a limb and reached for her card. "Your friends are rushing through / yet you take your time / moving slow / A bit like slime." She groaned, "Great, I'm being punished for being in last."
"You look cute." Tracy offered. "Like a jello mold."
"I'd rather have cow tits again." Samantha spat. As soon as she said it, she felt her body get swept up by a weird force, her slime was twisting and reshaping. Within seconds she was shaped like a sexy model, with massive tits, even bigger than she had. She even had something that resembled a face. Her clothes weren't inside her anymore, they were on the floor behind her.
"Woah." Said everyone.
"That's handy." Said Tracy.
"I don't think you'll be able to eat the pizza though." Said Sandra, grabbing a slice.