Melting May '23: Overclocked Gamer Girl

Summary: It’s summer and it is hot and humid. An unfortunate malleable girl has a broken AC and must contend with daily chores while melting and having to reform constantly. Things get even hotter when her beloved tries to have some fun with her.

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Nina thought she had it all figured out. She upgraded her gaming PC and her streaming setup, all to catch the latest and not-really-greatest games. Her girlfriend Ashley warned her over and over that the heat blasting from the hot air from the fans was going to be absolutely nuts, and she'd practically melt over her keyboard... Nina swore up and down that she had it figured out.

She thought ahead as far back as winter, saving up over the colder months, even holding some community events to raise money. But it was worth it for her big plan.

"Okay, moment of truth!" Nina's hand hovered near the thermostat, a triumphant smirk on her face as she turned the dial down, down, dooooown to 65 degrees.

"Alive and sixty-five!" Nina did a little victory pump. "Hellooooo summer!~"

"Sixty-five?" Ashley gawked, glancing up from her newspaper. "Shit, it's a hundred and ten outside. You're gonna overheat the AC."

"Psssh, why would the AC overheat? It's supposed to be cool." Nina sniggered, pacing over. "Hey babe, don't worry about the energy bill, I saved up juuuust to blast that thing all summer!"

Ashley pumped her fist as she did a little victory hop. She was certainly dressed for the hot summer ahead, with short shorts, sneakers, and a shirt with Garfield's face on it that showed off her perky midriff.

"News said this heatwave was gonna last for a while." Ashley muttered, taking a sip of some pomegranate tea. She crossed her legs, relaxing in a similarly casual get up as well... though considering how cool Nina liked to keep the house, she dropped herself in a blanket.

"If the AC goes out you're gonna be in trouble." Ashley pointed out. "'Specially if you're streaming. Remember last year when you-"

"Omigosh I'm not gonna meeeelt, I'm serious!" Nina puffed her cheeks—they inflated slightly, phewww, like balloons, and for a moment she resembled a chipmunk with her cheeks stuffed. She exhaled with a loud, exaggerated raspberry, her cheeks deflating as air rapidly escaped her lips.

"Wanna bet?" Ashley lowered her magazine, the pages rustling as she turned to Nina with a knowing smirk.

"BET!!" Nina's eyebrows furrowed as she paced towards her room. "Ask for whatever you want! You're not gonna win anyway, cuz I thought it aaaaaaall out! Now I got a stream in five minutes, so don't interrupt me okay??"

"But-"

"Kaybye!"

Ashley opened her mouth to get a work in, but as Nina closed the door behind her, Ashley trailed off, shrugged, and returned to her reading.

Nina approached her setup, all decked out with the latest tech. She built the new PC all by herself; she morphed her hand into a screwdriver head and carefully twisted one of the screws, to make sure it wouldn't go loose.

She plopped up her glowing gaming headset, fired up the computer, and got settled in. Nina smooshed her cheeks together, tugging at the corners of her mouth; her face squashed and stretched in her grip, working out tight muscles as she massaged herself, before it slapped back in shape with a beaming, enthusiastic smile.

"Game face: on." She chuckled, glancing at a digital thermometer placed on her desk. It was still morning, so the temperature was a brisk 65 degrees. Nina performed a couple finishing touches on OBS. Aaaaaaand... start the stream.

"HEY WHAT'S POPPIN' GAMERS IT'S YA BESTIE, FIERCE_CLIP, AND TODAY WE'RE CHECKING OUT THE NEW GAME DANK SWAMPS GAME..."

The stream turned into a bit of a marathon. Some mad indie studio just made an entire Soulslike of nothing but poison swamps environments, which demanded the sweatiest of gaming skills. Nina tried to balance the difficulty spikes and resources while still keeping up with the chat. As she focused on the game, she ignored the tingling sensation that pricked at her peach-hued skin.

"Hoo! Skittery fella aintcha...?" She laughed, huffing as she raised the back of her arm to wipe some sweat from her brow. At least she assumed it was sweat. She lowered her arm with a wet plop, the feedback picking up on her OBS.

Shl... shl...

With every breath she took, she could feel herself swelling and deflating. She had a habit of kicking her feet up as she gamed, but she could feel her feet oozing from her shoes, and splattering to the floor, her socks getting lost in a puddle rapidly forming beneath her chair. As paintlike streaks trickled down her body, her lower body began to sink and collapse.

"J-jeez, it's kinda hot..." Nina muttered to herself blearily, her chest heaving. She glanced at the digital thermometer.

115 degrees!? What happened to the AC!? The ventilation!? The rig was still spewing hot air even now...

Nina's expression flattened as panic washed over her. As her cheeks flushed, her heightened emotions seemed to only add to her deteriorating condition. There were various comments in the chat asking about her condition, that she looked sick... there were several pogging emotes peppering the screen.

"HEY FIERCEFANS GONNA DIP TO THE BATHROOM FOR A SEC CATCH YA LATER BYE-" She rapidly rattled off, before slamming the hotkey on her keyboard to set the stream to BRB. She gawked as her arm was almost completely liquid now, sinking through the gaps between the keys...

"Nononononofuckmeeeee..." She winced, unpeeling herself. She hugged her chest, feeling her accentuated breasts slipping lower down her torso. Her headset felt heavy on her, slipping down to her shoulders, living an imprint as they clattered to the metallic spine of her chair. Her head began to sink as her body shifted downwards, her slick form giving way and burbling as, with a shlorp, she finally collapsed on herself, spilling over the chair in paint-like streaks.

As her clothes entirely slid from her form, Nina was forced to pull herself along the floor, undulating like a slug towards the door. As a sleek glossy tendril emerged from the goop to reach for the door handle, she crawled out into the common area.

"AC's out." Ashley commented nonchalantly, still going over her magazine.

"I noticed..." Nina growned, her liquid form shaking and writhing...

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It'd be at least two weeks for anyone to show up to repair the AC. Turns out repairmen were busy all over, what with the ongoing heatwave and the routine power disruptions that resulted. Nina had to change her stream schedule to be a lot less demanding on her rig, and with the house reaching higher temperatures than expected, Nina would struggle to do her share of the daily chores. Nina begged Ashley to take her to work, where there was an airconditioned off—she could pretend to be a suitcase or something—but Ashley was on a tight schedule in the morning, and Nina could barely pull herself together after sharing a bed to go to work.

Ashley made due home alone the best she could. She strolled around in nothing but a two piece bikini; even the lightest layers of clothing still trapped heat.

"Okay... clear mind..." Nina meditated for a spell, trying to put some mental wellness techniques she picked up on the internet into practice. She sat at the foot of the bed, held her breath, and watched her liquid form sink into her curves. With a mental nudge, she focused, and hardened herself. She felt her skin, smooth, blemishless... a little sticky like taffy, but solid again.

She stood up on the balls of her feet. She headed for the hall. Down the stairs... her focus wavered slightly as she pressed her weight on one foot descending down the stairs, and felt anxious trickles of ooze down her neck and back. She stretched her arm behind her, patting her back to press the errant liquid ooze back into her, took another sharp breath, and continued her descent.

When her feet planted firmly at the base of the staircase, Nina let out a sigh of relief.

"Yes, success!" She pumped her fist in excitement... and then, a moment later, instantly collapsed on herself, like a punctured water balloon. She immediately lost her shape and, tumbling backwards, draped over the stairs in a series of flesh-hued waterfalls that collected to the floor.

"Dang it..." Her form warbled in resignation, stirring as she recollected at the bottom of the stairs in a heap. As she reached out, her weak arms, lacking mass and definitely, coiled around the handrail to try and pull herself up and out... though in practice it felt like trying to escape quicksand.

Thump, thump thump. Nina paused; with her liquidized form spilling out along the floor, she could feel the slightest vibrations. Footsteps. The clattering of keys, the kchunk of the front door unlocking, and opening...

"A-ah, shit, Ashley...?" Nina tried to protect her modesty, her misshapen torso barely rising above a puddle of muck. She forced a crooked smile, feeling her arms meld with her flat, runny chest. Ashley loomed over her, wearing a business blazer and high heels, closing the door behind her.

"Home early today. Took some paid leave." Ashley explained, hanging up the keys. "I figure I'd check to see how you were holding up. I guess you aren't."

"Sh-shut up." Nina frowned, folding her tendril-like arms.

"Also wanted to call in that favour you owe me." Ashley placed her briefcase to the side, approaching Nina.

"What favour? I don't owe you any... ohhhhh. Riiiiight..." Nina didn't have a heartbeat, but her body seemed to pulse anxiously as Ashley approached, kicking off her heels as she kneeled down.

"Work has really been stressful lately..." Ashley took off her glasses and tossed them aside. "Lemme work off some steam~"

Nina's mouth opened to object, but Ashley's hands were already upon her, plunging into her oozing, melted body. Nina gasped, swooning as Ashley rose to her feet. Nina's form stretched with her, a pliant mass that stretched like taffy. Ashley twisted and pinched her fingers, kneading Nina in small gestures.

"A-Ash, c'mon..." Nina bit her lip. "Don't tease me like this..."

"I need more to work with." Ashley muttered, rotating her hands; Nina's formless body began to collect in her, being pulled from the floor as if being reeled in. Nina gurgled as a flap of viscous skin obscured her face, before she shifted once more in Ashley's hands and reemerged. She clung possessively to Ashley's arms, part of her mass sliding along the woman's arms like gloves.

"You're getting a little doughy, hun." Ashley smirked, pacing to the kitchen. "Need to lay off the sugar and junk food."

"Don't call me fat..." Nina slurred, her mind enveloped by a foggy haze of pleasure. "I can be whatever I wanna... o-oh!"

Ashley didn't hesitate in splaying her across the marble countertop, tensing her fingers as she pressed her full body weight into Nina's soft body. The malleable girl was helpless to resist, it felt like every place Ashley touched was a sexually-charged pressure point. She pressed, folded, stressed in rhythmic motions, moaning as she felt her body rise, trap air, and fold over itself over and over.

"A-Ash..." Nina moaned, her entire body quivering, quaking with need. "D-don't... don't stop- h-haaah!~~"

Ashley grabbed a fistful of Nina's form and twisted, picking up the rhythm, barely hiding a satisfied smirk as she pressed, stretched, spread Nina wider, thinner, deeper. She would raise Nina, twist her into a cylinder, twist, fold, and then knead her some more. The coolness of the countertop counteracted the sensuous motions.

Nina couldn't hold back any more, springing from the countertop, tendrils lashing and wrapping around Ashley. As she reformed her body, she pressed herself against Ashley, Nina's boneless legs wrapping around her girlfriend's lower body, she drew Ashley in for a deep, intimate kiss. They cackled together, Nina's hair shifting around Ashley, eager to remove her buttons, undo her straps, and relieve her of all her stuffy clothing immediately.

As they rocked back and forth, their footing became increasingly uneasy, as Nina clung possessively to Ashley; for the businesswoman, it was all she could do to pry Nina's hungry gaze from her, bring her head back and yank Nina's tongue out of her mouth, which had stretched an extra foot inside of her lover.

"B-bed." Ashley huffed, stumbling towards the exit to the kitchen.

"R, right." Nina agreed, stretching her arm out to catch the door frame and steer them up the stairs. They swayed together in unison, giggling and whispering, already feeling each other as articles of clothing dropped from Ashley's form, draped along the stairs.

It was a hell of a way to relieve some stress. But even when best laid plans fell through, Nina was always good at beating the heat.