Caleb growled angrily as he hacked at the firewood,
splitting the log with a single blow of the axe. He wiped his auburn-colored
bangs out of his eyes, sweat stinging them slightly as he looked up at the
afternoon sun. It was that curious time in early spring where a man could feel
too hot and too cold on the same day depending on the time, and with the sweat
drying on his bare chest it was definitely starting to lean towards too cold.
“Goodness lad,” his father laughed, stepping out of their
farmhouse, “you’ve chopped enough wood for the rest of the cold nights this
year, and into the next one too! What’s got you so riled up?”
“Clarabelle Lewins is going off to Camford to study,” he
growled, leaning the axe against the tree stump and reaching for his shirt. He
forced it over his head, covering a physique chiseled from farm labor.
“So what?” his father asked, “you’ve barely said two words
to Clarabelle since you were children!”
“She was the last unmarried girl anywhere around here,” he
said angrily, “I… I know you’re right, I don’t think I wanted to court her
even, but it’s like a bell rang for me, all the girls I grew up with are gone
or married!”
“Ah,” his father muttered, “well… you’re not an ugly man
Caleb, and you’re not a drunk, and you’ve got your letters, so-“
“It doesn’t matter if I’m the Emperor’s own son if there are
no women my age in any farm or village near here!” he exclaimed, kicking over a
pile of the wood he’d chopped. “None my age and ready to be courted anyway,” he
muttered. He sat on the stump with a sigh, “I thought I had time to find a girl
I fancied, but I blinked and they were all married, or gone to the city, or
joined a convent-“
“One girl joined a convent Caleb,” his father said
with a scowl, “you’re young yet, you’ll find a woman, I promise you! Maybe next
year, after the harvest, we can scrape together some gold and send you off to
the city for a few months.”
Caleb smiled, “Thanks father, maybe I’ll take you up on
that.”
His father smiled and nodded, walking towards the barn to
continue the day’s chores. As he left Caleb sighed, he knew his father meant
well, he was likely earnest in his offer to send him to the city, but he knew
his mother and father would face a lean year if he took them up on it. The farm
did well of course, as well as any farm did, but losing a pair of hands and
paying for him to go searching for a wife in the city… that would stretch what
money they had rather thin, and that wasn’t something he wanted to subject his
family to.
Then there were the elves… the Winter Court was supposedly
allied to the Human Imperium now, but that didn’t stop the occasional party of raiders
from slipping over the border to cause havoc in human communities. He didn’t
like the idea of being away if a group of them came by, an extra musket could
make all the difference.
With a sigh he decided to forget his troubles and split more
wood, reaching for the axe. He was soon interrupted again, this time by his
mother, a stout woman tanned woman who marched in from their fields, mud up to
her knees and a scowl.
“Caleb!” she barked, “I saw some slimes coming up out of the
swamp.”
“Already?” he asked with a frown.
His mother shrugged, “we’ve had some warm nights, they say
that’s all it takes. Before you finish up for the day, can you go down to the
pond and check to make sure none of those things are sliding around? They give
me the creeps…” she shuddered.
“Sure,” he said with a shrug.
Slimes were a nuisance, monsters with gooey bodies and
little intelligence that would try to absorb and dissolve anything in their
path. The dumb things would occasionally overpopulate in the lowlands swamps
and find their way onto farms in search of food, usually chickens or root
vegetables. They could occasionally get as large as four feet across if they
could get their tendrils on enough food, at which point they became a problem
for larger animals or even unwary humans, but it was rare for any to survive
that long. The bigger ones were smarter too, maybe about as smart as a raccoon,
but still not a real threat to someone who saw them coming.
Caleb walked into the storage shed and grabbed a large
machete style blade, clipping it to his belt, after another moment he grabbed
his musket as well, slinging it over his shoulder. A bullet would be wasted on
a slime, but you never knew what else you could run into in the country.
The pond was perhaps a half hour’s walk away, a small pool
of water on the edge of their property where their animals could drink. There
was a small shack on the shore where his father kept fishing supplies for later
in the year, and beyond the ridge Caleb could see the willows and glistening
water of the swamps that separated the Empire’s lands from the Elves own.
Despite his mother’s concerns he didn’t see any slimes
around their pond, and after twenty minutes of walking around the edge to see
if the water had attracted any of them, he decided to give up the search.
There was something else he could do while he was out
here alone though, and with his frustration mounting, and nary a single maiden
in the entire county, it was only natural to seek some… relief. He glanced at
the fishing shack, and licking his lips he glanced around, making sure he was
alone before sighing and entering it. He walked to a small locked case, his old
fishing gear, rarely used this time of year, and flipped the lock open,
revealing a glossy series of papers he’d paid a traveling merchant entirely too
much for. Lewd illustrations from a printing press in the capital stared back
at him, women in skimpy outfits and with alluring faces, and a few with no
clothing at all. He shuffled through his small collection of illicit images,
looking for one that struck his fancy.
A wet *plop* caused him to spin around, panic welling in his
chest, if mother or father saw this smut they’d-
“Oh,” he laughed, looking down at the floor, seeing the
small blue slime. He reached for the knife he’d set on the table, then paused
as it seemed to slide away from him, a small squeak of fright echoing out. He
frowned, “that’s not very slimelike behavior…” he gently set the weapon back
down, and the small blue slime slowly approached him again, two indents he
supposed were eyes glancing up at him.
Slowly, hesitantly, he reached down for the creature,
picking it up. It jiggled like a ripe bladder about to burst, but it didn’t
burn his hands or make any aggressive motions. He poked it curiously, and his
finger broke through the surface tension, entering the slime’s body. He felt a
sucking sensation, and watched with a raised eyebrow as the creature slurped
the sweat, dirt, and grime off him, not harming his flesh in the slightest.
“You are the strangest slime I’ve ever seen,” he laughed,
there was a quick squeak from the creature, approval? He stuck another finger
in, enjoying the curiously slick sucking sensation as it seemingly tasted him,
slurping him clean.
An evil thought struck him, a thought so terrible that he
couldn’t believe it was his own as he stared down at the slime.
He gulped nervously, “No, it’s maidenless behavior!” he said
aloud.
But you are technically maidenless a more
deranged part of him argued.
“I won’t sink so low,” he declared, “it’s disgusting, it’s
vile, it’s…” the slime interrupted his train of thought as tendrils reached up
and began tasting his other fingers, a slow sucking sensation enveloping them.
…
Caleb walked out of the fishing shack, buttoning his pants
and with a red face after the simultaneous best, and worst, moment of his life.
The way the slime cooed happily after him didn’t help matters, and he only
spared a single glance back at the seemingly pleased creature before forcing
himself to walk away.
…
The slime eagerly parsed through the rich trove of proteins and
magical essence it had taken in, putting them to good use as it felt its
thoughts, no her thoughts increase in speed and clarity. She blinked her
eyes, oozing across the floor and wondering when the human would return to feed
her again.
She glanced at the parchments, there was some of the
material near them, indicating the human had apparently spilled the seed she
craved over these… Slimes were experts at molding their body to blend in with
their environments, capture prey, or acquire other needed resources… Yes, this
would be simple.
The slime began to elongate, an hourglass form taking shape,
a feminine face, curled tendrils of hair that spilled over her “shoulders.” She
thickened the slime around her eyes, giving them more definition in a way she
thought the human would like based on the images he’d left, and then gave
herself a mouth, and even a small nose. Glancing at her reflection in the glass
she smiled, pleased with her resemblance to the images the human had left.
After she was done, she pushed the door of the shack open,
oozing her way outside and taking in her surroundings. The material she’d
received from the human had enabled her to think more clearly, relying less on
base instinct. She smiled as she saw the human’s footprints in the moist
ground, he would be easy to track, and then she could show him her new form and
see if it pleased him. For now though, she needed more mass… she glanced at the
pond, it would have moisture, and things to eat in it, everything a growing
slime needed.
…
The next day Caleb found himself walking through the woods
near the farmhouse, checking the family’s traps for small game, rabbit,
squirrel, anything that could make a good stew. He frowned as he held up a
snare, looking at the blue goop dripping from it.
A slime must have gotten it, the thought of a slime
brought back memories from the previous day, and he shuddered.
“Hello?” a woman’s voice called in the woods.
Caleb’s ears perked up, it didn’t sound like anyone he knew,
and as he’d bemoaned few women lived nearby, “Yes, hello? Are you lost?” he
called.
“Caleb!” her voice called, and he heard rustling in the
trees as someone moved closer to him.
“Uh, yes it’s me,” he called, “but I’m not sure I
recognize-“
A blue semi-transparent form burst through the trees, her
arms outstretched and a smile on her… face? Caleb shouted in surprise as he was
bowled over and pinned to the ground by the wall of blue goo, her womanly shape
temporarily disappearing before reforming, her arms on either side of him and a
grin on her face.
“W-Wha-“ he stammered, his eyes wide.
“It’s me, the slime!” she giggled, “from yesterday?”
His stomach lurched, “No, that’s impossible, s-slimes can’t
look like this, you look-“
“Attractive?” she guessed, “thanks! I saw your pictures and
tried to look like them!”
His face went from pale to beet red, “t-those aren’t mine!”
“Yes they are silly!” she giggled, coating his clothing with
sticky blue slime as she hugged herself close to him, “I saw you get them out
of the box!” She paused, looking at his stunned expression, “I’m talking
correctly, right?”
“How?” he asked finally, “how are you talking!? How are you…
woman shaped? How are you so big!?”
She was slightly larger than he was, and he would bet he
would be looking up at her if they stood next to one another, her slimy body
easily stuck him to the forest floor as she nuzzled her head against him.
“I don’t really know,” she admitted, putting her finger to
her chin as she thought a moment, “when you fed me yesterday, I was able to use
that material to really improve myself, especially my mind! It would have taken
me all day to think this much before! And I’d never be able to control this
much mass!” she gestured down her body. “I was listening to your family talk,
and before I knew it, I could use words like you humans do! Isn’t that wild?”
“W-What do you want from me?” he stammered, squirming in her
slimy grip, “I’m sorry I… I’m sorry I used you to relive my urges, it was wrong
and I know this is some kind of punishment, but please don’t dissolve me!”
The slime oozed around him, lifting and reforming until it
appeared the slime was straddling him, “Sorry?” she laughed, “I came all this
way to get more!”
“More?” he exclaimed.
“It’s perfect, I get bigger, smarter, more powerful, and you
have a woman in your life, just like you were saying over breakfast!”
He cursed himself for whining about it at the table, “We
really need to slow down and talk about this!”
“Nope, sorry,” the slime said with a grin, “I need more
of your stuff or I’m going to get dumb again, and we don’t want that!” There
was a sizzling sound as his clothing began to dissolve, she had a look of
concentration a moment, and he watched in a mix of awe and horror as his belt
buckle, the only metal on his outfit, floated up through her body and to where
her “mouth” was. “Pfft,” she spat it out, tossing it away with a giggle as she
casually pulled his clothing apart, dissolving some and simply discarding the
rest until he was naked.
“Gods, this is… this is really happening!” he whispered, he
felt himself growing hard, the form the slime had adopted was quite pleasing,
with round buxom breasts and a thin waist, and as she smiled and leaned down
over him he couldn’t help but want this on some level.
“Why are you so nervous?” she asked, genuinely curious, “you
wanted a woman, and here I am!” She paused, “is there something… wrong with me?
I tried my best to look like your pictures-“
“No, that’s not it,” he sighed, “it’s just…” she looked down
at him eagerly, and he couldn’t really think of a good thing to say. To hell
with it, he thought with a grin, “you look fine!”
“Good, now hold still!” she leaned down and pinned his arms
again as she willed her legs to solidify, taking form, and between her legs an
entrance came into being. She concentrated, making parts of her gooey body
stiffer, gelatinous almost, and with a happy expression she lowered herself
onto his waiting erection, squealing with pleasure as he entered her.
Caleb gasped and fought to keep his eyes from crossing, the
slime’s body felt like nothing he’d ever experienced, a soft warm feeling
seemed to cradle him as she began to ride him slowly, like a cloud had wrapped
around his manhood and was determined to milk him dry.
“This feels good!” the slime said excitedly, increasing her
speed and causing Caleb to spasm underneath her, “does it always feel like this
when you extract seed from a human?” She gasped happily herself, clenching around
him tighter, the wet gooeyness of her body lubricating him as she came down on
him again and again.
It didn’t take long for the slime to reach her goal, and he
looked down and saw his own cum shooting into her transparent body, the silky
white strands disappearing inside her as she instantly absorbed them, eagerly
pumping him for more.
“It tastes so good!” she moaned, “it FEELS so good! Keep
going! Spray as much as you can!”
He had no choice but to obey, and his muscles went tense as
the sensations overwhelmed his conscious thought. As the bliss left him, his
body went limp, a feeling of tiredness coming over him as the slime sighed in
smug satisfaction.
“I can feel it already!” she said excitedly. She glanced
down at him, giggling at his spent form, “thanks Caleb, don’t go too far, okay?
I’ll be back in a few hours.”
“A few hours!?” he asked, his eyes going wide.
“I’d stay with you, but I’m going to go find some more food,”
she explained, “I don’t want to eat too many more of your pond’s fish or there
won’t be any left!”
“Ah, that makes sense,” he said, still in shock, “so you
intend to keep uh…”
“Milking you, yeah,” she said with a shrug, “I can’t wait to
see what kind of potential I have!” She suddenly grinned, “I could get big
enough to eat that whole village of humans down the road!”
His eyes went wide with alarm, “don’t eat the villagers!” he
said in a panic, his voice almost cracking.
She cocked her head, “why not? They’re full of proteins and
other nutrients…”
His mind raced a moment, “it will… make me sad?”
She frowned a moment, then nodded, “okay, I wouldn’t want to
do that… I guess I can hold off on eating any humans for now.”
“Great,” he muttered, collapsing back to the forest floor,
“see you in a few hours…” He watched the slime blow him a kiss as she slid
along the forest floor, leaving a sticky trail that glistened slightly in the
afternoon sun.
…
Caleb stormed into the house, thankful that his parents were
both out laboring in the fields, the last thing he wanted was to explain why he
was naked and covered in blue goo. He quickly ran to his room and put on a new
set of clothes, then all but ran down the stairs into his father’s study.
He quickly pulled a volume from the small collection of
books his father maintained, “Monsters of the Southern Empire, Swamps, and
Elvish realms,” he muttered, flipping through the pages, “Slimes…” he quickly
skimmed the entry, scowling as it only told him things he already knew.
“Greater slimes?” he muttered, continuing to another
section, “upon absorbing certain creatures a slime may be able to adopt some of
their biology… for example slimes fed dragon flesh can occasionally produce
fire…” he chewed his lip as his eyes scanned lower, finding the section on
“King Slimes.”
“Extremely rare and never observed in captivity, a King
Slime is a possibly mythical slime capable of extreme size, dexterity, and
intelligence, supposedly such creatures will take a human lover which will
supply them with the essence needed to command such immense strength and
complexity…” He sighed, “possibly mythical… yeah right… only it’s a Queen slime…”
…
“I want a name,” the slime said, startling Caleb as her face
appeared in his window. He scurried out of bed, causing the candle he’d been
using as a reading light to flicker slightly.
“Y-You need to be careful; my parents could have seen you!”
he hissed, it was late, both were likely already asleep in their own bedroom,
thankfully on the other side of the house. He ran to the window, and the
balked, stumbling back as he realized that the slime hadn’t climbed up to the
window, she was looking into it. Her face alone almost filled the entire view,
and as he peered outside, he saw that her still feminine looking body was now
as large as their house. “Y-You’re-“
“Big right?” she giggled, thankfully lowering her voice,
“I’ve been hunting all day!”
Hunting!? His eyes went wide as he saw what was
unmistakably an axe blade floating through her body, along with a breastplate,
a steel helmet, and a flintlock pistol. Oh gods, she’s been eating people,
she’s been-
“What’s gotten into you?” she asked, looking at the
fragments floating in her gelatinous form, “oh, those? I didn’t eat any humans,
I promise! I was near the road when a bunch of humans were going by with a
wagon, and let me tell you it smelled good, it was just full of dried meat! So
I oozed up to it and began helping myself, when the humans just attacked me for
no reason!”
“For no reason,” Caleb repeated numbly.
“Rude, right?” the slime said with a shrug, “So I oozed them
up and was about to digest them, but then I remembered you said that would make
you sad, so I just kept their weapons and let them go.” She concentrated a
moment, and there were clangs as the steel equipment was pushed out of her
body, landing outside the house.
“T-That’s good,” he muttered, there’s doubtless a group
of naked meat merchants in town somewhere telling wild stories about giant
slimes… gods what a mess.
“Thanks!” she beamed, “I’ll do my best to keep you happy…
now about that name, all of you humans have one, I think I deserve one too!”
“Of course,” he muttered, “What about… Susan?” he offered up
hopefully.
“Su-San,” the slime muttered, trying it out, “Susan the
slime! I love it! Now the next time those meanies on the road try to stop me
from getting a snack, they can yell ‘oh gods it’s Susan!’ and ‘Susan’s got my
leg!’ or even ‘the bullets aren’t hurting Susan!’ and stuff like that.” She
giggled at the thought while Caleb went pale.
“Okay… Susan,” he said, breathing out slowly, “those were
merchants, people who sell things… and what you did is stealing.”
“Stealing?” she asked slowly.
“Taking something that didn’t belong to you,” he elaborated,
“it’s generally considered wrong?”
“I see…” she said, seeming to grasp the concept, “wrong
because… it makes others feel bad?”
“Yes,” he said, smiling eagerly, maybe she’s not so bad
after all? Just a little naïve?
“Yeah, I guess I would feel bad if someone tried to take my
things, like imagine if someone tried to take you from me!” she chuckled, “I’d
be very upset!”
“Exactly,” Caleb nodded, then frowned, “wait, I’m not one of
your things-“
“Yeah you are!” Susan said with a grin. Her arm reached in
his window, and a moment later an arm as thick around as tree trunk was
reaching in, more of a tendril really from the way it stretched to catch him as
he turned to flee for the door. He tried to scream, but a blue tentacle quickly
found it’s way across his mouth, muffling his cries as he was pulled out the
window. “Don’t try to run, where would you even go anyway? Do you really want
me to flood your whole house and drag you out?”
He shook his head in a “no” as the gooey tendril removed
itself from his mouth, “y-you can’t just drag me out of my house whenever you
want to… feed,” he stammered.
“I’ve got to admit, I’m getting a little fed up with all of
these human rules,” Susan said. She watched his clothing dissolve as he was
pulled up along her arm by the current, only his head sticking up above her
transparent blue body. He was swept down across her chest and finally deposited
between a pair of breasts the size of lounge chairs, easily big enough to hold
him in place even without the stickiness of the slime’s surface. “I really want
to make you happy and get along with you Caleb, but I’m the bigger one
now! I think maybe I should be the one getting to say what we do?”
Caleb felt his arms pinned to his side by the massive blue
breasts, and he couldn’t help but groan as the sucking motion of the slime’s
body began against his erection. His clothing was all but dissolved away now,
the tattered rags disappearing as the slime easily digested the wool and cotton
materials.
“Give it up,” she giggled, putting more of her mass into her
chest and increasing the size of the breasts holding Caleb in place, “just let
your seed spill out, make me stronger, smarter, bigger!”
He cried out as he came, smothered on either side by a pair
of slimy breasts that seemed to well up around him, threatening to drown him.
He sputtered for air as his seed shot into the slime, disappearing almost instantly
as she absorbed it. He looked up through the rippling goo as he was dragged
down into her breasts, her smiling face seeming to mock him as he tried to keep
himself from drowning.
“Breathe it in,” she ordered, her voice taking on a rumbling
quality from his place inside her chest.
His lungs burned, and he flailed as spots appeared at the
edge of his vision, with no other choice he opened his mouth, letting the slime
fill it and cascade down into his lungs. For a brief second he wondered if this
was it, if it was his fate to die drowned in a slime girl’s tits… but then he
realized that he wasn’t drowning, his senses were returning to normal, his
lungs stopped crying out in pain… It was odd, it wasn’t like he was consciously
breathing, but the slime was still sustaining him just as well as the air did.
The slime had a sweet taste, like melon almost, but not overwhelming, and he
found he didn’t mind it as another tendril of slime seemed to work its way down
toward his stomach.
“You should be able to survive perfectly well in there,”
Susan said, watching as he floated in the center of where a woman’s cleavage
would be, “I can give you everything you need, air, food, water, protection…”
she giggled, “release, if you think about it there’s really no reason for
you to ever come out.”
Caleb screamed in protest; a few scant bubbles rose to the
slime’s surface as he flailed uselessly, never making any progress in escaping
her. She smirked, and then began to ooze away from the farmhouse, her food
source safely secure in the jiggling masses of her breasts.
Caleb felt himself tire as his arms flailed through the
thick goo, and he went limp, floating and looking out through Susan’s body at
the world passing by. In spite of everything it was comfortable, like being submerged
in a thick bath, and she was surprisingly warm too. He’d already been tired
when he went to bed, but now he found himself slowly being lulled to sleep by
the way the slime’s body cradled him.
…
Caleb was awoken by the chill of the air as the slime
pressed him through her surface and back into the world. He coughed a moment,
the last of the slime leaving his lungs as real air filled them again, an odd
sensation after simply letting Susan take care of such a basic function as
breathing. He blinked and looked around at his surroundings, they were in the
swamp, that much he was sure of, and a blue tinged shadow fell over him as the
rising sun shone through a semi-transparent body. He slowly forced himself to
turn around, looking up at her.
“I added some mass overnight,” she giggled.
“Yeah,” he rasped, “you did…” she was easily one hundred
feet tall now, only the very tallest of the swamp’s trees standing higher, and
even then only barely. It seemed she’d made some changes to her form, making
her breasts bigger, her hips wider, her bottom rounder… she’d not only gotten
bigger, but thicker.
“What do you think?” she giggled, posing and showing off her
new assets for him, “I made sure to add on in all the right areas,” she said
with a wink, “I have you to thank…”
“Y-You let me out?” he questioned, trying to hide how much
he enjoyed the sight of her new additions.
“I know I teased you about keeping you in there forever,
but… well, you need to stretch your legs sometimes,” she giggled, a massive
finger stroked over the top of his head, slicking it and covering it with blue
goo. She gestured around at the swamp, “this place is great, isn’t it? I think
I’m going to set up here.”
“S-Set up?” Caleb asked.
“Well yeah,” she explained, “you know, build a fortress,
start hoarding cool stuff, maybe add a few traps, ever since that last little
dose of your seed it seems like the right thing to do, instinct, you know?”
“Gods, you’re building a dungeon,” he realized.
“That’s the word!” she said happily.
Caleb looked around and tried to hide his panic as he saw
dozens, hundreds, thousands, of normal slimes slipping and oozing their
way out of the woods around them. They carried stones, sticks, some were even
using rudimentary limbs to dig up chunks of clay from near the waterfront.
“Are they listening to you?” he asked, stunned.
“Yeah,” Susan said excitedly, “my very own army! It should
be pretty easy to make the humans cooperate with all of these guys!”
“Cooperate?” Caleb repeated, blinking.
“Now I know you said no eating the humans,” Susan said
apologetically, kneeling over him, “but I need food, and my slimes need food…
so if the humans aren’t our food, they’re going to have to give us something
else, do you understand?”
“So you want… tribute?” he asked.
“Exactly!” she beamed, “or… well, we might have to revisit
what is and isn’t food.”
“That’s extortion!” he protested.
Susan blinked and frowned, “I’m still learning how human
society works, but my scout slimes told me that humans are always giving things
to people for protection, they give some money to the robed man and he protects
them from the gods-“
“That’s not how the priest works!” Caleb shouted.
“Well, they also give the man in the castle some of their
crops and money, and everyone seems to like him!” Susan said angrily.
“Those are taxes, they’re for-“ Caleb started, but he was
cut off as a column of slime rushed into him, lifting him along like a current
as he was brought back up to Susan’s breasts, nestled between them as the slime
dripped over him like honey.
“Look Caleb, I’m following my instincts here, and I’m
already making a lot of compromises to keep you happy… don’t you
understand this is all to take care of you too?” She smiled, and he felt the
slime tighten around his body, seeming to caress him all over at once.
“Take care of me?” he asked, “you mean you want me to
live here? With you?”
“Of course,” she laughed, “I’ll need to take some of your
essence regularly if I’m going to maintain this level of…” she looked out at
the slimes beginning to stack rocks in a crude wall, “complexity.”
If she can’t get my seed… she’ll get dumber, smaller
maybe? He took a deep breath, and tried to think of a plan.
“C-Can I go say goodbye to my parents at least?” he started,
giving her what he hoped was a pleasant smile, “just so they know where I went…
it’s customary when a man moves in with a woman after all.”
“Really?” Susan gushed, “well… I wasn’t sure when to bring
it up, but I want you to do some human courtship rituals with me, really make
me feel special, you know?”
“Of course,” he said with a grin, “I’ll speak to my father
and ask him what would be best.”
Slowly he was lowered down through her body, his head
sticking out until finally he was left at the pooled appendages that would be
her feet. A pair of blue blobs seemed to cleave off from her main form, and a
second later a pair of eight-foot-tall Amazonian copies of Susan stood over
him.
“I can’t wait to meet your parents!” both of them said in
unison with the larger copy, standing over them.
She can split herself into copies, he realized
miserably, “I uh… need to go alone, it’s a very important human pre… wedding
ritual, for me to ask my parents if I can get married alone.”
She frowned, but slowly the two smaller copies of herself
stepped back, rejoining the larger whole seamlessly, “Okay… are you sure you’ll
be safe?”
“I’ve lived here all my life, I’m sure I can get to the
farmhouse and back okay,” he said reassuringly. He forced himself to start
walking back towards where he was sure the road was, grimacing at the thought
of trying to navigate the swamp naked like this.
“One more morsel before you go!” Susan said, reaching for
him. She saw him flinch away as her hand reached for him, and paused,
“p-please?”
The expression on her face made him suddenly feel guilty
about his plans to flee, but at the same time… what was the alternative? Just
let her keep getting bigger until she really could threaten the town? Just… be
with her? Here?
He sighed and smiled, “okay…”
She giggled and the column of slime that was her arm
collided with him like a wave, sweeping him off his feet and then giving him
whiplash as his direction was reversed, sucking him through her body as she
brought him to her center. The familiar sucking and pulling motion on him began
as he sunk through the massive pool of her body to a place between her legs.
“Oh… it feels so good when I put you right there!” she
laughed. He moved his arms, trying to swim through her, and the slime rippled,
almost as if she’d shivered. “K-Keep moving!” she said, and he obeyed,
thrashing inside her and causing her to begin to puddle with a moan, her form
disappearing as she barely kept herself together.
For one wild moment Caleb wondered if he’d somehow
accidentally killed her, but she screamed in pleasure, and then like a spring
she shot back up into her womanly shape, the slime around him seeming to
harden, becoming dense as his movements brought the immense slime woman to
climax. He felt the slime around his own member slide around him that much
quicker, and soon he was screaming into the blue sea that filled his lungs,
joining her as pleasure overwhelmed them both.
Slowly she moved his body back towards her surface, lower
until he could step out onto the ground. With a familiar wet sound, he stepped
out of her and back onto the earth, shivering slightly as the warmth from her
body faded.
“Okay, go say goodbye to your parents, and maybe ask them
about wedding stuff, you know, for humans!” Susan said excitedly.
“Yeah… I will, I’ll be right back, I promise,” he muttered,
forcing himself to start walking. He couldn’t bear to look her in the face.
…
Caleb trudged along the road, as it turned out the site of
Susan’s new “dungeon” wasn’t that far from it. With a sigh he tried to think up
a good explanation for why he was naked and covered in blue goo.
I’ll tell mom and dad the truth, then maybe stop and tell
the guards… then run as far from here as I can, he decided. He wasn’t sure
if Susan could be powered by another man’s… essence, but him being gone
would at least degrade her enough that maybe someone could do something, maybe
a mage could be hired… Though increasingly the thought of some adventurers or
soldiers driving her off was making him upset somehow…
Keep walking, he told himself, she’s a giant
monster, she’s pure instinct, she’s… he sighed, might as well admit it, she
wants to marry me… and I want to… He stopped, wondering exactly what that
would entail, it was madness to even consider it.
He saw the farmhouse and walked up to it, “Mother, father,”
he practiced, “I… had some… run ins, yes run ins, with a slime, and things have
gotten out of hand-“
“Caleb!” his father shouted, sprinting around the corner of
the house, his eyes wide.
“Father,” he shouted, waving, “I need some clothes-“
“Run you fool!” his father shouted, and behind him a pair of
pursuers followed, a burly looking man with a musket, and an elf with a bow
over his shoulder.
“Stop or I shoot!” the bandit shouted, levelling the musket
at the pair of them. Caleb’s father skittered to a stop, throwing his arms up.
Caleb did the same, and his father’s eyes went wide as he realized Caleb was
naked.
“What in the name of the gods happened to you?” he hissed as
the pursuers approached them with ropes.
“Long story,” Caleb muttered, “who are these people?”
“Pipe down!” the elf said with a smirk, “are the humans of
these lands so poor they can’t afford clothing?”
“Nah, he’s likely just some kinda freak,” the human bandit
said, lowering his musket as he moved to tie Caleb’s fathers’ hands. “That how
you get your jollys? Covering yourself up with jam and running around naked?”
“He asked a question,” the elf laughed, finishing the knot.
“Yes, that’s exactly it, I’m a real deviant,” Caleb said
flatly as another group of bandits brought his mother, also tied and bound,
around the side of the farmhouse, “now who are you people?”
“Bandits,” the human said.
“Raiders,” the elf said.
The two stared at each other a moment, then grinned, “Bandit
Raiders!”
“So you’ve made some kind of common cause, is that it?” his
father asked as they were herded towards the road.
“We figured we both live in the swamps, we both like
stealing, so why let a bit of bigotry get in the way of a great partnership?”
The human said, grinning and showing a mouth full of missing teeth.
“Indeed!” the elf said, “at first I wasn’t sure, but
together we have the numbers to take your whole village, so that’s what we’re
going to do!”
“It really is heartwarming,” another one of the bandits said
with a smile, “working with people you thought you hated for a common goal.”
“Hear hear!” said the elf with a laugh.
“Look,” Caleb began slowly, “it would be in everyone’s best
interest if you just let me and my family go, we’ll wait here and we won’t warn
the village, sound fair?”
The elven and human bandits all laughed, “Kid,” one of the
human ones said, throwing an arm around his neck in a faux gesture of
comradery, “we’ve got enough people to sweep that little lord that runs this
county right out of his castle, who do you think you’ve got on tap that’s going
to scare us?”
“You won’t believe me if I tell you, but you really should
just let me go!” Caleb hissed.
The bandit just chuckled again, “anyone got some pants for
this lad? Tyin’ a man up is one thing, tyin’ a naked man up makes me
uncomfortable.”
…
The town had been easily overrun, and as Caleb and his
family were marched into the town square, he saw with dismay that the bandits
had been right, even the lord of the castle, a young man named Christopher, had
been dragged out with his men, a little bit of blood stained his tunic, evidently,
he hadn’t gone peacefully, but the bandits had him all the same.
“Now then,” a burly dark haired man said, stepping in front
of the gathered villagers, “I’m Captain Carter, and this is my associate
Viselas, of the Elves,” A polished looking elf with a bow across his back
smiled evilly and nodded, “and as you can see we’ve taken the village, your
nearest help is three days ride, so don’t nobody try anything smart, you
understand?”
“How could you do this?” Lord Christopher spat, “making
common cause with the elves to loot your own people!”
“In fairness,” the elven bandit, Viselas, said with a grin,
“we did loot an elven town first!”
“It’s true!” Carter chuckled, “we’re a real festival of
congeniality, why we’re putting bigotry aside and really accomplishing great
things! I say our story is downright inspiring!” The collected human and elven
bandits laughed together while the townsfolk looked down, defeated.
“Now then,” Viselas began, “we’ll be searching all of your
homes for valuables, and some of the more attractive men and women will be
coming with us…” he grinned, “if there’s even one of you that so much as utters
a word of protest then-“
The ground began to rumble, causing the bandits and the
townspeople to look around in confusion, “Do you normally get tremors on this
side of the border?” Viselas asked.
“No,” Carter muttered, reaching for his pistol as he scanned
the treeline, “could it… could it be approaching cavalry?”
Caleb had a feeling he knew what it was, and he stood up,
his hands still tied behind his back, “Let me go, let us all go, and get
out of here!”
“Men, get in formation!” Carter shouted, cocking his
flintlock pistol and marching straight up to Caleb. He stuck the gun under the
young man’s chin and growled, “what is it? Knights? A few elven mages? What’ve
you got coming?”
A blue tint fell over them as a massive semi-transparent
form rose above the village, the wet sound of flowing slime plopping against
the ground as it solidified into the shape of a buxom young woman. An angry buxom
young woman.
“CALEB!” she growled over the screaming villagers
and the panicking bandits, “YOU RAN AWAY! YOU SAID YOU’D BE RIGHT BACK!” on
either side of her waves of gooey blue slimes were forming together, creating
walls of ooze a dozen feet high that flowed towards the village like a tsunami.
Gunshots rang out, and ripples appeared in the oncoming wave. Desperate elves
fired arrows, and one muttered a few magic words, sending a fireball that
collided with the blue mass with a hiss of steam.
Caleb just sighed and let himself go limp, preparing for the
impact. A second later he was swept off his feet, and he heard the panicked
cries of everyone else as they joined him, caught up in a blue tidal wave that
scattered and snared them like ants before a stream of honey.
…
The slimes lined the town square silently, watching them
all, the townsfolk, the bandits, and in the very front Caleb. All of them were
disarmed of course, some people had patches of their clothing dissolved, and
everyone was covered in globs of blue ooze that clung to their hair like glue.
Towering overhead was Susan, her arms crossed and an angry
expression on her face, “So, you… you bandits, you were the reason why Caleb
didn’t come back?”
“W-We’re very sorry,” Visela said.
“Truly, we just wanted a hostage, we’d have never dreamed of
harming anyone!” Carter said, nodding eagerly.
“That’s not what you said when you were the ones holding
everyone hostage,” Lord Christopher said angrily. The two bandits, and a few of
the townspeople, shot the lord angry looks, but he held his scowl.
Caleb sighed, “Susan… I… I have to admit something, I was
going to run away, even before these people captured me.”
“Lad,” Carter whispered, “take it from a cutthroat, this is not
the time for honesty!”
Caleb ignored him, stepping forward until he was just in front
of the looming slime girl, “I’m sorry, I… It was wrong, you should have come
with me, we could have talked to my parents, to the townspeople…”
Susan cocked her head, and the tension left the air as she
seemed a little less angry, “Well,” she said with a grin, “those are your
parents down there, right?” she pointed to them in the crowd, “and that guy
looks like he’s in charge,” she pointed to Lord Christopher, “why don’t you
introduce me?”
Caleb sighed and turned around with a grin, “Everyone this
is Susan… she’s a slime.”
“W-Where did she come from?” Christopher gasped, “I’ve never
heard of a slime that looked so… human, or was so large!”
“When I was just a small base slime, Caleb fed me his seed,”
Susan said excitedly.
The town square went deathly quiet, and Caleb’s face went
pale as a sheet, “T-That is, I fed her corn and barley, from the farm’s seed
stores,” he said quickly.
“I did eat a little of that,” Susan said cheerfully, “but
mostly it was our lovemaking that provided me with what I needed to get this
big!”
There were gasps of horror, a few giggles, and muttering
from everyone present. One of the bandits loudly muttered, “slimefucker” and
there were murmurs of agreement.
“Right,” Lord Christopher said, biting his lip to keep from
laughing, “Uh… and what is your name young sir?”
“Caleb,” he said dejectedly, realizing that whatever
reputation he’d had in the village was forever marred.
“Well Caleb and Susan,” Christopher said, still fighting
amusement, “I think we should have a talk…”
…
A mere seven-foot-tall version of Susan sat at the end of
the lord’s table, happily spooning a plate mashed potatoes and roast chicken
into herself, where they dissolved instantly. Caleb sat at her side, and across
from them his parents sat, glaring at him uncomfortably. Christopher himself
sat at the end of the table, and seemed terribly amused by the whole situation.
“I must say Caleb, this whole thing was brought about by
some of the most maidenless behavior I’ve ever heard of… but I suppose it all
ended well,” he said. “Slime, Susan, you say you need one wagon of meat per
week?”
“Yes!” she said eagerly, putting the potatoes down and
turning to him, “I also want some vegetables too, and maybe some seasoning for
stuff, like garlic!”
“That all sounds cheaper than hiring more guards, which I
sorely need,” Christopher nodded, “if you could protect the village on the
southern border near the swamps, I think I could agree to this.”
“Hooray!” Susan said excitedly, and the castle shook as the
larger version of her outside jumped in time with her smaller copy. “Also, I
want to marry Caleb.”
“Granted,” Christopher said without hesitation, “do… slimes
have a god they follow? We’ve just got the one priest.”
“Now hold on a moment,” Caleb protested.
“We’ll do it at the farm,” his father said quickly, cutting him
off.
He looked to his parents in shock, “couldn’t we put it off
for… a while?”
“After all the whining I’ve heard about you not having a
woman in your life? Absolutely not,” his father laughed.
“I can’t say I’m happy with how things came about,” his
mother chimed in, “but Susan does seem like she cares about you, and in light
of this whole ordeal I think you could use someone that can… take care of you.”
“Aww thanks!” Susan said with a grin, “wow, this is all so
exciting!” she glomped on to Caleb, causing him to grunt from the impact as her
slime molded around him in a hug. She giggled and wiped a slime molded finger
across his nose, “I can’t wait to get you home!”
Before Caleb could react she flowed over him, coating him like
a second skin and dragging him bodily towards a nearby window as she oozed
across the floor. He screamed, muffled by the coat of blue as she leapt him out
the window, thankfully cushioning his fall with a bed of soft slime as she
continued to draw him back towards the towering mass of her main body.
Lord Christopher and his parents watched as the small blue
blob holding Caleb rejoined with the rest of Susan, and with a giggle the
towering slime-woman began oozing her way out of the village and back towards
the swampland she’d claimed.
“I think they’ll be very happy together,” Christopher’s said
with a smile and a nod.
…
Caleb felt himself tumble out of Susan and onto the swamp
floor. Glancing around at their “home” he saw that her army of slimes had made
some progress on her lair, for lack of a better word, and a stone wall was
piled high in a rectangular fashion on one of the drier spots.
“It’s really coming along,” he said, nodding.
“It’ll be a grand fortress that will terrify adventurers…
and keep my hubby safe and warm when he can’t be inside his lovable slime-wife,”
Susan said with a grin.
“I mean… you’ll have to let me go into town sometimes,”
he said nervously.
She sighed, “of course, but you’ll go with some protection…”
mini versions of her split off from her legs, until four giggling slime-women
were standing around him, grabbing him and caressing him slowly while the
larger version looked on in approval.
“Also, could you stop melting my clothes off?” he asked, “I’m
really starting to go through outfits…”
“Of course, I’ll just have to get them off some other way.”
As if in response to her words the four Amazonian slime-clones began to tug at
his shirt, lifting him easily and pulling at his pants next, laughing and
planting gooey kisses on him as they stripped him under Susan’s gaze.
Caleb was naked before he knew it, and he smiled as the four
slime clones carried him towards Susan’s towering form like a sacrifice. They
each blew him a final kiss as he was tossed back into Susan’s body. She seemed
to catch him, flowing around him and drawing him into her center as he felt the
familiar sensation of her slime flowing against him, teasing him and coaxing
him as she held him trapped in place, a fly in amber and helpless against her will.
“Ah,” she sighed happily, feeling his hips buck as he began
to spray his seed helplessly into her, “that’s it… keep going… I wonder just
how big I can get?” she giggled, a sound that rumbled and rippled through her
and around her submerged human lover, “after we get married, we’ll have to
spend a few days with you stuck in there while we find out.”
Caleb couldn’t help but chuckle as he was lifted up to her
surface, his head poking through her breasts with his hair slicked against his
head. He squirmed around, finally rotating himself to watch the tinier slimes
constructing Susan’s fortress, no their fortress, even as he watched
they were getting a little more orderly, stacking stones quicker as the latest
dose of “essence” he’d given Susan took effect.
“Why wait until the wedding? Let’s see how big you can get tonight,”
he said with a grin.
Susan’s eyes went wide, then she grinned, before he could
say anything else he was sucked back into her breasts with a loud wet *pop.*