As the girls checked out their new bodies and Carl gazed with catlike intensity at the Dean in her new terrarium, Drake looked at the pool with concern.
"Guys?" he asked. "I think that slime girl might have dissolved!"
Everyone rushed to the edge of the pool. The water had turned the same share of lavender as Miguel, but there was no sign of the former frat boy.
"Miguel! Are you there?" Becca called out anxiously.
To everyone's surprise, the water itself seemed to talk, ripples disturbing it's surface with each syllable.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I seem to have absorbed some water as I thawed. I felt a little bloated, so it was easier to relax as a liquid."
"Can you un-liquid yourself?" Maggie asked. "I'd hate to think that you'd have to spend your life in our backyard."
"I'll be fine," Miguel answered. "I'm pretty sure I can drain out any fluids I don't need. Watch!" Six jets of pure water shot out of the pool and danced around like fountains at the shopping mall.
"Am I the only one that's weirded out by the fact that we're having a conversation with the swimming pool?" Drake asked. It was a lot for him to take in.
"Sweetheart, you're going to have to get used to a lot wierder than that!" Tanya laughed. Then she gave Drake a playful shove from behind. Already unbalanced because of his new center of gravity, Drake fell headlong into Miguel. Miguel was more viscous than he appeared, and Drake made a loud *bloop!* noise as he went under rather than the expected splash.
After thrashing around a minute, Drake came up for air. "I'm sorry," he said, clearly flustered. "Does it hurt when I swim in you?"
Miguel practically purred his reply. "Actually, it feels good. Really, really good. If you want, I can make you feel really good, too."
"What do you mean?"
Miguel answered by giving Drake a full body caress. Drake found the sensation strange, but enjoyable. He did not tell Miguel to stop.
"And don't be afraid to drink me," Miguel added. "I'm practically made of Bombshell soda. Of course, I'm a little diluted from all this pool water, but I think you'll find that I do a body good."
"Everybody in!" shouted Tanya, and practically did a cannonball into Miguel. She was followed by Maggie, then Becca, who smiled slyly as her humongous breasts started to lactate. Miguel took on a more opaque look as soon as she entered.
His feline instincts kicking in, Carl looked horrified that people would even think of voluntarily going into a pool.
The girls laughed, played, drank and made out for the better part of an hour. Drake loosened up fairly quickly and gave Tanya most of his attention. Maggie discovered a fondness for drinking from Becca's breasts, and Miguel created violent waves every time he came, which seemed to be every other minute.
Eventually, the girls climbed out of the pool, exhausted but satisfied. Miguel resumed human form, draining out most of the pool water. He stood about eight feet tall, the same height as the other girls had become after drinking plenty of milk and soda.
"Were huge again!" Drake said with delight. "The guys will be jealous they didn't stick around."
"You're big, but that doesn't make you an atlete.," Tanya said. "It's going to take a lot of hard work in the gym if you want to get in shape again."
"That sounds awesome, if you'll be my workout partner," Drake said. He took Tanya's hand, and she blushed.
Maggie sat on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the now-clear water. Miguel snuggled on one side of her while Becca cuddled on the other.
"I knew that I'd be president of the best sorority ever," she said.
"No argument here," Becca said.
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