This chapter gets really sexy and delves into how slime girls would experience sexual pleasure.
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Tears streamed down Zoey’s face as she shook her head back and forth slowly. This had to be a bad dream; this couldn’t be real, right?
“What the FUCK did you do to Kristen!?” Zoey screamed, still trembling against the wall. All of those speeches she had given herself about conquering her fear seemed like a big joke at this point; she should have taken Kristen and ran as soon as they entered the Backalley. All the while, faint moaning sounds wafted through the room as the gelatinous woman writhed in the other room.
Reginald gave a creepy grin in response. “You see, she really wanted some free jewelry. I am but a simple man who can’t say no to a sexy woman,” he laughed, walking toward Zoey as tendrils of shadow crept up the walls and toward the trembling female.
Zoey couldn’t form coherent thoughts at this point. Her breathing grew erratic as she grabbed her phone and dialed 911 with her shaky fingers. There had to be some way out of this nightmare. As she did this, the unwanted house guest just laughed and crossed his arms over his chest to wait. Zoey quickly realized she had no bars; she couldn’t make phone calls or even use the internet. Visceral dread penetrated her soul as she stared back at the intruder with pure horror in her eyes.
“Oh, that? I displaced your apartment. No one can hear you. No internet, no phone calls,” Reginald waved off her question, creeping closer to the young woman.
“D-- displaced?” Stammered Zoey in response, all toughness disappearing from her demeanor.
“Manipulating space is a skill in my wheelhouse, you see. I wish I could demonstrate my abilities of three-thousand years ago to you, but alas, I must work with the hand I have been dealt,” he sighed, shaking his head. Tendrils of pure blackness slithered toward the bewildered young woman.
“What are you going to do to me?? What… What did you do to Kristen??” Zoey’s voice grew frantic as her eyes darted around the room in pure desperation. There has to be something I can do. It was hard to put on a brave face; how could anyone be prepared for something like this? “J-- Just LEAVE!” She screamed, throwing her phone at the man without thinking clearly.
Reginald watched in mild amusement as the device flew right past his head and clacked onto the ground. “I’m not here to hurt either of you. Let’s calm your nerves a little, so we can discuss things like adults,” insisted the shopkeeper as he ran a couple of fingers through his mustache.
What the fuck does that mean? Zoey cowered, gripping the wall as the darkness around her marched nearer. She made herself as small as possible, breaking down into sobs and crouching with her hands over her face. Something icy gripped her ankles, traveling upward at an alarming rate. “A-AHHH!!!” She screamed in sheer terror, her eyes darting down to notice shadow tentacles coiling around her legs. Zoey struggled, flailing her limbs and yelling as she tried in vain to separate herself from Reginald’s inhuman grasp.
“Just relax; I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart,” the creepy male stated simply, continuing to assault her with his unearthly powers.
Zoey couldn’t resist the darkness. It soon restricted her movement like a straitjacket, rendering her immobile. “STOP!!!” She pleaded between tearful cries. It was too late; an inky river of blackness poured into her mouth and flooded her insides. Despite her best efforts, nothing could halt Reginald’s advances.
"Just another second or two,” the man grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. He was usually pretty good at getting his way.
As soon as the murky substance filled Zoey’s throat, her body grew cool. The visceral sense of dread that had consumed her quickly withered away into nothing. Suddenly, she was very calm. “What… Did you do to me?” Her voice was peaceful, her expression blank. Why aren’t I upset now? Zoey’s thoughts trailed off.
“I suppressed all fear and anxiety within you. No mind control or anything of the short; think of it as the best Xanax in the universe,” Reginald chuckled lightheartedly, pulling his shadows back from the female.
“O-- oh…” Zoey blinked and stared into the man’s black eyes. With her mind now cleared, the young woman realized that she didn’t sense any malice or ill intent from this man. “What… What are you?” Asked the girl in a dazed tone.
“Now that you’re rational, I suppose I could answer a few questions. Why don’t you come with me?” Reginald asked jovially, beckoning for Zoey to follow as they headed toward the bedroom.
Reginald’s pupils dilated upon seeing the gelatinous woman on the bed. “Is’ka, how long has it been?” Asked the man longingly, moving to the bedside as he placed a hand on her cheek. The labored grunts and moaning emanating from Kristen sent a shiver down his spine and caused a stirring in his pants. He then pulled away and turned to face Zoey once more. “I’ll try to avoid jargon. While it’s not accurate to consider me a god, you humans would likely consider my kind deific,” he couldn’t keep his eyes away from Kristen for long, his eyes soon wandering back to her. “Those clothes must be uncomfortable for you in this form; maybe I can help you.”
“You’re a god? I don’t understand… Why are you telling me this? Are you going to kill me?” For some reason, Zoey doubted that was the case.
“Heavens, no. If I were going to kill you, I wouldn’t waste my time curbing your anxiety or answering your questions,” he placed a hand on Kristen’s torso and enveloped her in a shroud of night sky as her clothes began to disintegrate. “My kind-- or at least, those like myself, were once mortal as you are. We attained immense power through scientific discovery and enlightenment. Through many planes of existence, we spread our limbs; for the sake of research, conquering, pleasure, or whatever suited the interests of each individual.”
With a stupefied cadence, Zoey watched her dear friend’s clothes disappear. “If you’re so powerful, why are you running a creepy shop and stalking human girls home?” She asked dully, unable to muster up enough emotion to respond more passionately.
“Ah, how I lament our unfortunate fall from grace,” Reginald sighed, shaking his head slowly. “We are but dregs now. I will spare you the fine details, but we ran into a dangerous enemy within a new dimension we planned to conquer and dissect. We were decimated; those of us who didn’t die completely escaped to find a realm outside that being’s range. With only a sliver of our former glory left, many of us discovered earth as a suitable planet for current needs,” he didn’t fully answer the question before getting distracted.
Reginald gazed downward as the clothes dissipated from the oozing woman’s body. Her form was curvaceous and feminine. Every inch of Kristen’s body was pinkish purple and see-through, from her eyes and hair all the way down to her toes. The male placed a hand on her abdomen, applying a little pressure before pulling away. Kristen shuddered and let out a gasp as little ripples shot through her body. She wobbled inhumanly, letting out lewd noises of pleasure.
“What… What did you do to Kristen?” Zoey inquired through her numbness.
“Some of us became weakened to such a degree we would quickly die without a vessel. Bonding with humans was a means for prolonging our lives,” continued the shopkeeper, tilting his head to face Zoey. “Don’t you worry; the bond we form is symbiotic. Sharing a host means becoming fifty-fifty partners for eternity; a damn shame for once-powerful entities like us, but it isn’t all bad. In your language, we would be referred to as the ‘Ascended,’ but that moniker seems unbefitting of my current form.”
“How do y--”
“Enough. We will find one for you to bond with at some point. For now, my precious love needs me.” Reginald’s demeanor shifted from creepily jolly to cold and collected in an instant, as if she were another person. “When I merged with Reginald, our wills-- our desires, everything. It all merged into one. I live for the pursuit of great knowledge, while Reginald is a cunning businessman who desperately yearns to outlet his perverse sexual fantasies. Both of us desire Ik’sa, so this works out right now.”
Zoey silently sank her body into a chair in the corner of the room, staring at the bed. Damn, he must have fucked with my brain not to care right now. She could feel this man willing her to sit and stay quiet for a while; she would gladly oblige.
Reginald felt Ik’sa’s presence beneath him, resonating with the frequency of his energy. “My love, are you there?”
This whole time, Kristen’s mind had been swirling into a murky, warm abyss of confusion, terror, warmth, and pleasure. “I-- I am… Not…” The swollen woman attempted to protest.
It’s okay to relax. You are Ik’sa now, as I am you. A foreign voice echoed in Kristen’s head, breaking her resolve. “My body…” She had no heartbeat and didn’t need to breathe. As her insides churned and flowed like a river, Kristen felt everything. The woman was now hyper-aware of every cell that formed her body; any aches and pains she may have experienced as a human melted into a fuzzy warmth that enveloped everything. “I’m a freak-- I…” Tears streamed from her face, or, at least, drips of slime from where her tear ducts should be.
“You are perfect and beautiful. Both Ik’sa and Kristen” said the other being within Reginald as a throb of arousal shot through his body. His penis stirred, pressing ever so slightly against his boxers. “Your naked form is tantalizing,” he couldn’t wait to ravage her body.
“Azzatoth… You kept your word,” a sultry voice wafted from Kristen’s face as her translucent face contorted into a warm smile. Why did I say that? As she stared up at the mustached man, primal lust boiled up within her. Even the part of her mind that was still Kristen felt a curious pang of desire toward Reginald-- or perhaps, Azzatoth who dwelled within him. Something about him was just so regal, so majestic.
“Yes. I would never abandon you, Ik’sa.” The cosmic entity said with deep longing. “Human bodies are sensitive. Breeding can prove quite enjoyable,” he continued, licking his lips as beads of sweat formed upon his brow. He unclasped the top button of his shirt, beginning to undress.
“I can feel it… Kristen wants you as badly as I do; you picked a perfect host for me,” the slime woman cooed. No! I don’t-- I don’t want him! I don’t want this… Kristen pleaded internally, attempting to fight the part of herself that felt excited. Every cell in her body quivered, sending sparks of heat throughout her gelatinous form. That mustache, those dark eyes-- all of this man’s traits spoke to her on a subconscious level she couldn’t comprehend.
I can’t control you; we share this body. If you don’t want this, exert that part of yourself that disagrees. Ik’sa told Kristen. As the ascended, one could feel Kristen’s, she could tell this woman felt genuine sexual arousal. Likewise, the desires of Ik’sa could be felt strongly. Both of them yearned for acceptance, love, and ecstasy. For now, she would enjoy the ride and let Kristen adjust to her new body without interfering. It was more exciting this way.
Reginald and Azzatoth had their minds and needs united; each was quite happy with this arrangement as it allowed them to fulfill their individual needs. He slid his boxers down and let them fall to the floor, having finished removing everything else. A massive erection sprung forth, a throbbing nine inches and testament to Reginald’s unfettered masculinity. Each muscle of the man’s toned body was well defined beneath his pale skin.
Kristen stared in awe at this beacon of pure manliness. In her old body, she would have grown wet; there would have been a spike of adrenaline and a change of heart rate. In this slime body, arousal manifested itself in bizarre ways. A fuzzy tingle sparked within the core of her body and spread out in every direction. After consuming her entirely, every inch of Kristen felt the same sensation, as if she had taken some narcotics and was enjoying an excellent high.
“I’m sure you’re curious about the limitations of your new body, Kristen. I assure you, there are no disadvantages,” Reginald laughed, finding it difficult to repress his lust any longer. Standing over the bed, he placed a fingertip at the top of the woman’s chest, brushing it downward in between her breasts and toward her abdomen. While Azzatoth may have experience with Ik’sa’s physical attributes, this was all new and exciting for Reginald. How peculiar. It’s like touching the outside of a water balloon. Only a thin membrane prevented this swollen female’s insides from spilling everywhere.
Kristen made a gasping noise. As his finger traced over her body, throbs of blissful heat pulsed through her insides wherever this male touched. The way it spread felt how she would imagine warmth dispersed through an actual liquid. All sensation simply flowed through her insides indiscriminately.
“O-- Ohhh!” Kristen let out a sudden moan as Reginald pushed his tongue over her nipple. A strange torrent of arousal flooded through where her womb and vulva had been previous to her transformation. Her insides spasmed and contracted in random locations, causing her to wobble in anticipation. When Reginald nipped down and sucked, a spurt of sticky liquid immediately shot into the man’s mouth in response. “Agggh…” The slime woman trembled as pressure slowly built within her swollen tit. Breast stimulation never felt like this before; it was far more intense than it should have been. All thoughts of how wrong and horrifying this should be were drowned out by this overwhelming new experience.
“You seem a little confused,” the older male said warmly, pulling back from her breast and staring at his precious mate with great longing. “You must stop thinking in terms of how a normal body experiences sexual release. Ik’sa is a being made of malleable cells that can change shape and function at will.”
Ik’sa and Kristen weren’t entirely in sync yet but would be soon. She would let Azzatoth help guide this confused girl who now shared a strange body.
The line between Reginald and Azzatoh had blurred; they had become more or less one the same. “You don’t quite get it yet? Imagine how it feels when you orgasm; from your vagina and your clitoris,” coached the male, wishing to guide Kristen. He lightly pinched her see-through nipple between his finger and thumb. “What if you had a clitoris right here? I want you to imagine it.”
“W-- what… The hell are you talking about?” Kristen murmured, attempting feebly to resist the desires of her new body. The thought stuck in her head; what would it be like to have a throbbing bundle of nerves attached to each breast? Reginald pinched a little harder, rolling the erect nub between his digits. That tension in her breast from a moment ago built and spread through down through her throbbing nipple. What the fuck is this? As the man rubbed harder and harder, nearly orgasmic waves pulsed through her chest. Involuntarily, she pushed her chest upward toward Reginald, grinding against his hand. It felt so damn good.
“Now that I put that thought in your head, your body adjusted itself accordingly. Each nipple is a throbbing clit begging for release,” the shopkeeper grinned, adjusting into bed as he sat next to her. Using his other hand, he pinched Kristen’s other nipple, squeezing and stimulating both simultaneously.
“AHHH!” Kristen desperately wished to protest but was unable to resist this man’s skillful technique. Each chest balloon spasmed and contracted, streams of liquid squirting out and coating the bedsheets. Euphoric, sexual delight erupted within each mound; a sensation of clitoral climax penetrated her breasts and sent waves of unrivaled ecstasy through her torso in a chain reaction. The pleasure extended beyond where she had been stimulated; surrounding cells exhibited the same bliss as her nipples. “A--ahh… How… Is this possible?” Not only had she orgasmed above the waist, but that same pleasure transmitted itself to other locations that should also be incapable of such feelings. She could not form coherent thought; the afterglow of Reginald’s handiwork rendered her incapable of much.
“Your entire body is capable of far more than you could ever imagine,” insisted Reginald, ignoring the desperate throbbing in his dick as he moved his hands away from her. “This is both familiar and new for me at the same time; how exciting.” How long had it been since life rewarded him like this? “Now…” He thought for a moment. “What if each breast were a vagina? How would that feel?”
What was he getting at? It wasn’t like anyone could fuck her nipples. She hadn’t put two and two together about her new form yet. Reginald smirked, placing a fingertip back onto one of her nipples. In response, Kristen writhed and gripped the sheets with her gelatinous hand; it was still just so sensitive.
The male applied pressure, pushing the point inward. “This thin layer covering your body is but a flimsy barrier. You should let me in, my love,” Reginald said in a gentle yet aroused tone. His entire being screamed at him to violate this girl.
Kristen hesitated before subconsciously dropping her defenses.
Scchlrp!
Rather unceremoniously, the masculine being’s finger broke through the surface and slid inside Kristen’s fluid-filled bosom. “W--what-- oooooh…” Kristen stared down with a dumbfounded expression, right through her translucent chest. His finger was seen clearly as it made a slow circular motion, churning the warm fluid inside of her around. It felt so tight’; this tension was unreal. Beads of sticky, pinkish ‘sweat’ formed on the surface of her skin and rolled onto the bed. Her other breast soon joined this sensation as Reginald broke the surface of her remaining nipple.
“Remember, the insides of each tit are pussies now. If a massive, throbbing cock fucked you senseless, what would it feel like? How would your insides grip and caress the invading shaft?” The ascended one asked. His fingers switched from a swirling motion to moving up and down, simulating penetration for the confused young woman.
The nerve ending inside of Kristen’s clear, liquid body was incredibly sensitive, just as the rest of her body was. His words about each oozing mound becoming a vagina resonated in her head. As the male repeated the penetrative motions, the slime in her chest changed consistency, becoming thicker and denser. The contents of each jug adjusted, gripping and contracting the man’s fingers with more tension.
It’s like well-lubricated fleshlight in here now, this is incredible. Reginald felt immense glee toward this situation.
“N-- noo… Please don’t--” Kristen began to protest as the insides of each tit took on the properties of a hole needing to be fucked. “Don’t stop…”
What am I saying!?
Incredible pressure mounted within each breast, eliciting a quivering moan from the young woman. Her chest pushed upward over and over, grinding desperately to meet Reginald’s thick fingers as they slid in and out through each leaking nipple. It wouldn’t stop. The area between Kristen’s legs reacted sympathetically with her upper body, twitching and writhing with building ecstasy. The high feeling peaked while lost in a sea of confusion and desire, giving her a massive rush. As a frequent drug user, Kristen couldn’t recall ever taking anything that felt remotely this wonderful.
“I’m melting…” Kristen muttered as her body trembled on the sheets, unable to think of a better way to describe this feeling. She didn’t realize how apt that description was.
“Why yes, you are,” purred the mustached man as he continued to redefine titty fucking.
What does that mean? The viscous woman felt a flowing sensation as if her limbs and torso were spreading and oozing onto the bedding. Her body flattened and stretched; soon, she could feel the carpet on the floor next to the bed. All the while, guttural moans, and mews flowed out from the slime girl, her tits spasming and bursting with orgasmic pleasure as they gripped Reginald’s fingers with each thrust. The way each gooey globe throbbed and contracted felt exactly like a good, big dick fucking. No-- it was even better than that. Each orgasmic burst spread through her insides and multiplied exponentially. She realized now that her body was literally melting as it dripped outward, even brushing against Reginald, who sat next to her. Thoughts of terror began to form but were quickly stifled by reassurance from Ik’sa.
This is normal; enjoy it.
Kristen’s nerves calmed a little as Ik’sa soothed her. After recovering a little from this sexual experience, her body pulled together slowly, gradually reforming into a humanoid shape.
As this entire situation unfolded, Zoey sat and watched. She silently witnessed Kristen’s body change and morph as this strange man violated her gelatinous form. The sight of her best friend melting all over the bed should have roused great panic within her; however, due to Reginald’s abilities, her mind stayed clear. How bizarre, ; thisI can’t believe this isn’t a dream. The young woman mused internally Even stranger, witnessing Kristen’s moans as her body writhed and wobbled made her feel a little funny. Something about this ordeal appealed to her on a primal level.
“There you are. It’s normal to lose your shape after experiencing something so intense,” said the shopkeeper as she got off the bed and moved down to her feet. With a gentle touch, he spread her legs, exposing her smooth, nearly featureless crotch. Only an indent representing her feminine slit remained. How exhilarating; he was excited to enjoy more lovely interactions with this woman.
What is he doing now? Kristen thought to herself through the miasma of lust that clouded her head. Her resolve wavered, allowing Reginald access to her assets quite easily. With this new body, she could feel everything; there was no pain, only a milky, fuzzy warmth that consumed her entire being. A gasp escaped her lips suddenly as a fingertip pushed against the top of her cleft and traced down over the get-like flesh. In response, what should have been her vulva spasmed, the fluids beneath the surface swirling and coming to life with anticipation. Everything beneath her waist felt that familiar high sensation; there was nothing to do except enjoy the ride.
“Th-- that feels good…” Kristen mewed as her body rippled. I should fight this, I shouldn’t let this happen… She told herself this, but she couldn’t fight her body’s needs.
“If you tell me to stop, I will. But if you say it feels good, I am happy to help,” Reginald said to her, feeling triumphant. He was saving his penis for something special that he calculated would happen rather soon. For now, he had other plans. “You know, human women can only take so much at once. If the dick is too big, it simply won’t fit,” he exclaimed, pushing four fingertips into the warm, rubbery crease.
“F-- Fuck!!!” Kristen cried out as eat digit broke through the thin membrane and into her semi-solid insides. The cells within the slime of her pelvis reacted how Kristen would normally experience arousal. As the masculine being penetrated her with his fingers, he stirred them around inside, slowly pulling in and out. Much like her tits, she felt the goo that formed her insides change its consistency as it thickened to grip the man’s fingers. “Aahhhh…” She couldn’t stop making lewd noises as her arms and legs began to melt once more. It felt just like getting fucked, but far more intense. Emulating her pussy, her insides grabbed and lubricated Reginald’s hand, then the wrist, as he slid his forearm up into her slowly. “FUUCK!!” The woman screamed out, pushing her hips down to meet her mate’s advances. As the man inched further, Kristen’s body accommodated by becoming a massive fuck hole.
“Everything right up to here can be your pussy tonight, how does that sound?” Reginald asked, sliding further into her moist, spongy cavern until it was right below her chest. He then torqued his arm, rotating it slowly.
As he twisted, Kristen tensed up as an immense amount of pressure built inside her body. “I-- incredible…” The woman moaned, her insides spasming and squeezing the arm for dear life.
Schhlrp!
Peculiar sounds squeaked out from Kristen’s lubricated body hole as Reginald pulled the arm back, nearly all the way out. With a satisfied grin, he pushed it back up all the way and began to repeat the motion.
“Hnnng-- ooh!!” More sounds of sexual delight filled the room as little orgasmic bursts erupted everywhere Reginald’s arm touched. He’s fucking my whole damn body… Kristen’s mind went blank as the mustached man pumped hard and hard, twisting as the slime girl’s whole body wobbled. Little geysers of fluid bubbled and squirted out from various points on the woman’s body. She never thought an orgasm this deep and full could possibly exist; even the insides of her head twitched and throbbed from the euphoric waves permeating her sultry form. All coherent thinking ceased; Kristen finally reached her climax. A shrill sound filled the room as the writhing female shrieked in bliss. The length of her torso shook violently around Reginald’s thick arm, leaving the gooey woman unable to retain her form. Purple-pink goo dispersed outward from Kristen’s sides and arms, dripping around her mate. Her mind melted into the sea of unfathomable pleasure along with everything else.
Reginald watched with great arousal and awe as the translucent female liquefied and melted around his arm. “How incredible…” He murmured, watching her drip onto the floor with only a vaguely feminine shape left in the mess. He could very easily see himself growing used to an arrangement like this.
Zoey had watched the entire sexual encounter unfold in awe. While unable to feel fear or anxiety, other emotions were able to surface and rear their heads within the brown-haired woman. Kristen really looked like she enjoyed that… Logically, she understood that this was a horrifying, surreal experience. However, her irrational arousal told her that this show had been undeniably hot. A sticky warmth sprung forth between her thighs, feeling something very wrong. Am I envious? That thought disturbed her on some level.
Reginald turned to meet Zoey’s idle gaze. “Oh, sweet dear. Do you want to join in on the fun? I didn’t mean to make you feel left out.” He would be more than happy to extend some generosity.
Zoey could think clearly; the issue was that she was quite aroused despite her clarity.
“What… What did you have in mind?” The young woman finally responded, having no idea what fate she had unleashed upon herself.
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