[TF M->F Chex Warrior, F->Flemoid]

[Chex Quest, Chex Warrior, Flemoid, Bazoik, Intergalactic Federation of Cereals, and other related representations are the property of their original owners. This is a wholly derivative work that is released for free with no commercial attachment.]

"Come on, hun! I already made your costume!"

"You what? I didn't agree!"

James held up his hands in an open gesture. “Sweetie, you know how these cosplay photos make money for us. Well, I can’t keep doing solo shoots. I need someone to pose with me, give a little action in the shots!”

Carol folded her arms under her chest and frowned. “I’m not doing anything…” She waved her hand around as though she could find and grasp the word out of the air. “... *erotic* in these shoots. I don’t care that you do it, but I won’t be some wank material for some internet weirdos.”

The way his face lit up, Carol knew James had taken that as an agreement. “Oh, of course not! You’ll be fully covered, not even your face will show!” James was beaming, practically bouncing on the heels of her feet.

Carol still wasn’t impressed, leaning against the door to the shared bedroom. “You always do really impressive shoots, great special effects and fancy costumes. How much did you spend on this costume for me that I haven’t even agreed to wear?”

“Eh… I don’t know. Maybe $20, tops?”

“... Twenty. Just twenty? How? Am I going to have cardboard strapped to me?”

James rolled his eyes and gestured to the bedroom. “No, I promise it will be equally as impressive as my costume, and equally… transformative.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I figure we’ve been dating long enough, it’s time for you to see how I become those hot girls for those pictures.”

Carol’s curiosity was piqued suddenly. James had never hidden how he made money - it was too good of money to hide, and he never went to work anywhere. Instead, he’d vanish to the basement for hours on end, and when he’d return he’d have a set of pictures depicting barely dressed women that vaguely resembled characters from movies and video games. Where the women - plural, since no two women ever looked exactly the same - had come remained a ‘trade secret’ as James put it.

Except it was about to be two people keeping that secret, if Carol went through the bedroom door. The temptation built inside her, and she nodded to James. He just smiled, and gestured once more to the bedroom. She slipped inside suddenly, and James closed the door behind her.  Carol looked around. She was alone in her normal bedroom, and she wasn’t sure why that surprised her. Perhaps she envisioned a team of costumers and makeup artists that would sculpt her into James’s vision. Instead, on the bed was a simple green morph suit.

She approached it, and gingerly picked up the material. It sagged between her fingers, the stretchy lycra giving to the strength of gravity. She held it up in front of her, and frowned. Was this a prank, a joke? Was this James’s way of breaking up? No, it didn’t seem like him, and he seemed genuinely enthusiastic about including her. It wouldn’t do to be suspicious right off the bat.

Carol started to strip, and glimpsed her body in the mirror. She looked good, even from a side-on glance. Her waist was still firm and smooth from all of her working out, her chest still perky and full despite gravity waging an ceaseless war against her wishes, and her hips were still equally curvy. Even as she pulled on the stretchy green bodysuit, she noticed how it didn’t flatten out her curves but rather accentuated them. The material seemed to have cuplike pockets built in for her breasts and ass, leaving her curvy, albeit with a green tint across her entire body.

She walked forward to the door and paused. She could have sworn she had something squishing beneath her feet. She didn’t see anything other than the carpet she was standing on, so she continued forward despite the noises. She fumbled with the doorknob and cursed under her breath. She was surprised by how slick the costume was, leaving her stuck in the room. With a frown she continued to try to operate the doorknob, using both hands. As she lifted her hands away to rethink the problem, she gasped in surprise.

She could see her hands lifted up before her face, but she could still feel her grip on the doorknob at the same time. Carol moved her hands to the side and gasped again, getting a better look at the situation.

Her hands were up in the air, and a long trail of thick green slime extended to her palms to the doorknob. The slime suddenly detached from the knob and slithered in the air back up to Carol's hands, covering them in the unnatural substance. Her hands violently batted at the air, trying to repel the foreign material. It only seemed to work to smear it up along her arms and spatter her torso with it. Fighting hyperventilation, Carol forced herself to be still. She slowly took steps to the mirror to look at what was happening to her, keeping her vision trained on her feet so she didn’t have to look until the last moment.

She ultimately had to look up and face the reality of whatever was happening to her. Slowly she lifted her head, and stared speechless at her own reflection. There she was, covered in the green lycra still, though it shimmered and looked unusually shiny. She leaned in, and it looked like she was sweating - beads of some liquid substance forming on her body and pushing through the bodysuit. The ‘sweat’ looked green and goopy. Carol worried if she was having an allergic reaction to the suit’s material and if this was some kind of discharge her body was creating.

The weird goop started running down her body. First in tiny rivulets before becoming a continuously flowing layer over her body. Her hands - the initial curiosity that brought her to the mirror - were nowhere to be found in the mass of green slime. She raised what little strength she had in her arms and watched as they sagged strangely where she didn’t have joints, her body not cooperating to her will. She put what she considered her hands on the edge of the nightstand positioned in front of the mirror, though try as she might she could see, feel, or move her fingers anymore inside the slime. She looked up at the mirror again and opened her mouth to gasp, though no air came out. Her face had been entirely taken over in the slime, painting the world in a green tint while leaving her features as little more than a bump for her nose and a sunken depression where her eyes and mouth should have been.

The world started to spin for Carol as panic took hold. The room felt excessively massive to her, and she was unable to keep her footing. As she looked down at the ground, she tried to figure out where her feet were, or even the difference between her two legs as they seemingly had formed a singular column. Trying to hyperventilate but finding herself unable to, Carol collapsed to the floor and passed out.

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It was only a short period of time before Carol came back to her senses. She looked around, and tried to figure out why she couldn’t see above an inch off the floor. It took more willpower than physical strength to pull herself to a kneeling position, and then even more to stand up and face her reflection again.

It was strange, being able to see her eyes again. They looked cartoonishly large, with the animated look emphasized by having feminine eyelashes at the corners to indicate her gender. Her mouth, ears, and hair were all gone, replaced by the slime that coated her. All that remained other than her unusual eyes was her nose, turned into an elongated tube hanging down off the front of her face. Her arms were little more than vaguely defined tubes hanging from her shoulders with no definitions of joints or hands. She waved them around, more from her own will to move them than any muscular control over her limbs, watching as she could contort, bend, fold and twist her arms into impossible shapes - rapidly proving she no long had bones it seemed.

Carol then surveyed the rest of her body. Other than the continually streaming and undulating mass of slime that poured down from her head to the floor and was seemingly swept back into her body, she had no definition. No legs, no hips, no naval, nothing. She was a column of slime, with her only feature being small vague mounds on her chest seemingly more to indicate her gender more than actually be breasts.

It was clearly time to get help. Carol rushed toward the bedroom door, not really walking as much as undulating the surface of her slime that was in contact with the floor. It was unsettling as she could feel each loop of carpet moving through her as the slime coated and soaked into the carpeting. She looked back and saw she left a trail of slime. Wondering if she was just going to be leaving pieces of herself everywhere she went, she focused on moving just the bits of slime she left behind. Slowly the slime receded from the carpet and rejoined her main mass. Similarly, it only took concentration and willpower before she was able to tightly grip the doorknob and twist it, then releasing it to free the ends of her slime arms.

Moving through the house was getting easier. Carol had to focus on moving her main body forward, then focus on gathering up her left behind slime. She pulsed down the hallway and into the kitchen like this, working her mass through the house until she got to the door to the basement. Similarly, she was able to open the door but was then faced with the prospect of traversing the stairs going into the basement. She tried to lift her leg but failed, and a section of her slime spilled out over the stairs. She felt her body pouring over the lip of the step and down the stairs, and she rapidly diminished in height. Losing focus her body turned to a thick viscous liquid without form and rushed down the stairs like a waterfall, though green and sticky.

It took long moments for Carol to reassemble herself and look around her surroundings. It looked like she arrived at an alien planet. Orange rocks littered the area, and in the distance she could see a metal door. The area felt much larger than the couples’ modest unfurnished basement. Carol slimed her way onto the rocky surface and started to traverse the alien landscape. She looked at the sign attached to the door she had seen, noticing the words “Intergalactic Federation of Cereals - Bazoik Research Facility”, but stopped before she could touch the door when a voice called out behind her.

“I wouldn’t go in there, it’s practically a maze.”

The voice was feminine and pleasant, and a bit younger than she would have expected. She turned around and there was a shapely figure behind her. She seemed to be wearing a skin tight grey bodysuit that covered her legs and most of her head, with bright blue high heeled boots and matching blue gloves. The strangest thing was her torso, being covered in what looked like a massive piece of cereal that she wore like a piece of armor. In her hand was what looked like a remote control that had electricity that arced red at the end.

Carol tried to respond, tried to form the words that would ask who this person was, what this place in her basement was, and what had happened to her. All that came out instead was a mumbled, buzzing sound that seemed to be composed solely of consonants.

The woman held up a hand - the one not holding the strange device - to get Carol to stop and listen.

“Look, I’m sorry for the surprise hun, but if I told you I needed someone to play the role of a green slime monster called a Flemoid you probably would have thought it was a joke.” The woman sat down on a nearby reddish-orange rock and looked Carol in the eyes. “So, yes, it’s me, James. Those hot women you’ve seen in the pictures? All me, every time.” Carol’s eyes bugged a little bit, her body sloshing from side to side. “I know it’s a lot to take in. Hell, you’re looking Wheatney, a Chex Warrior right now explaining that she is your boyfriend, I’d be skeptical too. But admit it, you put on the bodysuit and changed, and you know it’s real. Magic, by the way. Magic imbued into costumes and in a rough set that can transform our basement into an alien world.”

The woman - James - stood up, approaching Carol. She put her hand on the side of her cheek. “You have every right to be mad, and I’ll change you back and we can end things. But I wanted to share this with you and…” James trailed off, staring at Carol’s eyes. Carol lunged forward, wrapping her slimy arms around James and coating her armor in the slime that seemed to make up Carol’s body. It wasn’t a violent action though, and as Carol leaned in to kiss James she was surprised when her tubelike nose raised and attached to James’s face.

The pair laughed as they separated, though Carol’s laugh was more of a weird snortle muffled through the slime. They got to work, with James calling out positions for Carol to take, places for her to leave slime as an effect for the shots. She even helped her focus into a more humanoid form, with actual legs to walk on, though she now had a bit more of a bosom and a shapely rear. James explained that the people who bought these cosplay photoshoots tended toward preferring female models, even for a slime monster it seemed. The afternoon rushed by for the couple as they created dynamic action shots as well as suspense filled photos of them sneaking around the mocked up laboratory. Towards the end of the day, both James and Carol had to take dozens of slightly different pictures where they were posed in various stances, both poses from the game their characters were drawn on as well as poses that would cater to customers wanting more enticing appearances, albeit without anything graphically displayed thanks to their costumes.

Carol was about ready to put the events of the day behind her as James packed up her camera equipment and they made their way out of the set that had taken over most of their basement. James turned to Carol and smirked.

“Hey, how about we do this again? Not these characters, but maybe another game, or a movie?”

Carol thought for a moment, and nodded, sloshing her slime head back and forth. On an impulse, she lunged for James again and wrapped him in a hug while kissing him, but this time she didn’t let go, making sure her slime clung to her effeminate boyfriend all the way to the bedroom.