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Rene let out a content sigh. It was a beautiful day outside. The birds were singing above, gently alighting on branches as a soft wind rustled the leaves - the browns, yellows and tans of their feathers mingling with the autumnal palette of oranges and reds and matching the recent blooms of Heather, Helenium, and Celosia that had recently been planted in his garden. Though the leaves had begun to change, they had yet to fall. Indeed, the air was still warm - the sun beating down upon Rene’s topless torso, the rays reflected - dancing patterns displayed alongside his pool as the waves of chlorine-laden water lapped against his hands and feet.

Adjusting the band of his swim jammers, he closed his eyes as his float bobbed gently in the artificial waves. Though he hadn’t been able to travel to any nearby beach, he still had the comfort of the pool he had installed in his yard the year before and planned to get the most out of it before it was drained and sealed up for the winter. Perhaps - he thought - he should get some pool heaters installed. Though, given how likely it was for the cold snap to drop well below the freezing point...perhaps he should simply leave the pool drained. Regardless, he allowed his mind to wander once more as he began to relax, letting his mind ebb and flow like the water licking at his palm, gently tickling at his ankles before drying..then growing moist again as the cycle repeated with each motion or breath of wind.

Though chlorine was a poor substitute for the salty air of the ocean, he could easily envision himself at the beach. The laughing of his friends as they ran around, a beach ball tossed around as the sun tanned their pale flesh from above. The wind blowing ever-so gently as it was now, bringing both further warmth to their bodies and that comforting, almost nostalgic smell. The crashing of waves against the coastline as they tumbled off of surf boards trying to one-up each other in showmanship...or against the wooden hull of a small boat as they cast rods, trying to bring up a large fish for their dinner, perhaps even spending the night atop towels as the moon sparkled against countless billions of glistening diamond-like sand. Unfortunately, as Rene’s consciousness began to fade alongside his wandering mind, he was left unable to hear the quiet creak of his fence gate opening or the clack of it closing - much less the quiet - if weighted - footsteps traveling across his lawn to the side of his pool.

Rene - of course - was not the only one who wanted to relax and rest today, far from it. Unfortunately, at least one of his friends had a plan that involved Rene...and it would be far more cathartic than to simply join his friend in the pool. With silent strain, a hefty container of borosilicate was set beside the pool. The glass appeared to be clear - save a large label alongside its rim which simply displayed an odd green-tinted amoeba - and contained a lime green, viscous fluid. Looking over to the dozing man, his friend grinned and removed to seal on the container, slowly pouring its contents into the pool. The mixture seemed non-newtonian at first, simply staying within the container before gradually beginning to drip out, becoming more and more fluid as time passed. Oddly, in addition to the ‘glorp, glop’ of the fluid escaping from its container, a slight burbling could be heard, almost like something gasping for air or struggling. With the contents drained, the figure rinsed the glass out with pool water, then the container behind one bush. Making sure it was out of sight, they hid themself behind another, eager to watch the show unfold before them.
The liquid condensed on the top of the pool, floating atop almost like an algae before piling on and on into a small pile. Gradually, once everything had poured in, it began to dissipate, the glue-like goop fading into the water, spreading like a dye. The process was slow - at first - as many things are. First filling up an area of roughly 10 gallons, less than a thousandth of the pool. Though, as the minutes went by..it spread. 20 gallons. 40 gallons. 80, 160, 320… gradually filling a corner of the pool before spreading to the other end. The portions it afflicted still appeared to be a fluid, but were clearly taking on a far more jelly-like quality as time passed. The effect was not unlike if someone had poured a giant mass of gelatin into the pool...though, gelatin wouldn’t spread and continue spreading like the goo had. Just as the reflective blue of the water was replaced with vibrant green, the scent of chlorine was replaced. First by something almost salty - if a touch acrid, not unlike the sea. Though, this was followed by a crisp, almost apple like scent...something not unfamiliar during the fall, though somewhat out of place in Rene’s back yard.

The green continued to spread, those dancing reflections disappearing alongside the dozing Rene’s hopes of escaping - the gentle glorping as the goo spread growing more noticeable to all but the now loudly-snoring man. As the rest of the pool was finally overtaken, the scents brought his dozing mind from the beach to Wiesn. The costume and riflemen’s parade, the beer, the carriages and floats, the beer, the dancing and stalls and festivities, the beer, the bands and food and - of course...the apfelschorle, the apfelwein, and perhaps even apfelküchle. As the scent grew, his wandering mind traveled from dance to dance, drink to drink and - gradually - apple to apple. The apple seemed to grow tarter as the mixture thickened further across the pool, and began to gradually bring Rene’s consciousness back to the forefront. The waves against his limbs were slowing down, even as the wind picked up. The chirping of birds had stopped as they fled, leaving the scene eerily quiet except for his breathing and the rustling of the leaves. His eyes opened lazily as he tried to stretch out and yawn...though as his hand tried to leave the water, it was suddenly pulled back with a vacuum-like ‘SCHLORP!’ Confused, he tried again, his heart began to beat faster as the process repeated with his other limbs...more so as the slime began to travel over his ankles and wrists, closing on over his elbows and knees to lock him in place atop the float. The turbid, fruity concoction was beginning to churn...to bubble, creating its own waves as it kept him still. As he opened his mouth to cry out for help, this bubbling began to create tendrils, thick stalagmites of slime that rose upwards. One, of course, slammed into his maw to silence him, stifling his scream and further sealing any hope that he might escape this unscathed.

Aside from the adrenaline, the first thing to hit him was the sour-sweet apple taste that hit him, as if someone had combined a crop of granny-smith apples with sugary lemonade. Of course, its taste was a bit of a moot point when it was being shoved down his throat again and again. Each undulating motion made a gob of goo travel down his throat and into his belly, where it sloshed around like the waves that had surrounded him previously. With every struggle the tendrils around his limbs tightened - the tentacle in his mouth never stopping its undulations. He attempted to scream again and found himself suddenly pulled beneath the sea of green.

Warmth again surrounded him, licking against his body from every side. He felt his body relaxing, even as his fear grew. Skin softening, eyes feeling heavy, his limbs beginning to go slack. He was running out of breath at this point, and it felt like even his lungs might betray him...but - with a gasp - he realized he was able to breath through the fluid. Unbeknownst to him, the plant-like slime had gradually begun to photosynthesise, the green-apple-tasting chlorophyll not only producing sugar, but infusing the entirety of the viscous pool with excessive amounts of oxygen - enough to make it bubble, help in forming the tendrils, and enough to help keep him alive beneath the waves. Realizing he wasn’t going to drown, a part of his fear subsided. He gradually became aware of a...almost a giddiness as the goo continued to make his way into his belly, more so as the slime began to massage his throat, coaxing his body to consume more and more of it.

More and more, like eating apple pie after apple pie. Instead of butter there was a sweet warmth...though the tartness was similar. His eyes closed as his body and brain continued to relax under the massaging, undulating sensations. He even began to willingly swallow the ooze down, the act causing him to grow almost hungry even despite his belly feeling full. At this point, the slime set about altering his body to allow him to consume more. The slime within him simply...began to travel to other parts of his body. Be it through rapid digestion into fat or simply filling him with the slime itself, he began to bloat outwards, his skin relaxing to allow for this.

His belly and chest were the first to bloat due to this, followed shortly by his rear, gradually expanding outwards like a number of balloons. Each gulp was like the sensation of finally filling yourself up, but left the hunger to continue eating. His chest gradually became like that of a woman as it wobbled outwards, almost as large as his head as his butt jiggled like the jelly he was surrounded by. His belly bloated far larger, expanding past first what one might consider ‘large’ for even a mall santa, then further still. Doubling, tripling, quadrupled in size as any musculature disappeared.

His limbs were next. At first they threatened to disappear into his increasingly spherical body as it bloated around them, though they gradually began to press outward, his body lengthening and growing to help contain the expansion. His army and legs wobbled out like fat sausages, each segment becoming almost like a soft, fatty melon as his fingers and toes idly flexed and dragged through the pool.

Finally was his head. His jowls, his cheeks, his neck. Sprouting upwards like a plant before ‘blooming’, a second and third and then - amazingly - a fourth chin as he piggishly swallowed the goo. His face widened far more than it grew, however. One might mistake him for looking like he was ‘chipmunking’ a large portion of food in his cheeks, though in truth they were merely large fatty deposits now. Amazingly, his swim jammers hadn’t burst, instead growing with him..though they did feel somewhat tight.

By the time the slime was done with him, yet another case of mistaken identity might be to confuse him with Violet Beauregarde, albeit of a more obese, more green-tinted, and far less spherical variety. Though, instead of the sing-song of Oompa-Loompas, he instead began to hear a loud giggling from a nearby bush as the slime began to recede. The majority of the goo stuffed down his gob, much of it appeared to have simply dissipated, either finally turning into a simple spattering of overly thick slime on the walls of the pool, or a more lime-ish water towards the base.

His head and mind brought back into the sunlight, he let out a number of sluggish coughs - sending out smaller gooey tendrils from his throat in thick ropes as he cleared his lungs - before following with a gasp as he suddenly felt his side being embarrassed. There was the culprit, his friend Jonas - groping at and playing with the various fatty globes across his body. “That’s what you get for stealing my cake!”

A bit far to go for a simple cake theft, though Rene was already planning his own revenge in turn...after he slimmed back down. For now though, all he could respond with was a loud, drawn out ‘BUUUURRRRRPPP!’

Though, unbeknownst to either of them… a portion of the slime remained, and begun to quietly slink away, planning to grow against elsewhere.