Of Slimes, Water and Bottles (Slimegirl Tg)

The beach was hotter than a dragon’s sauna.
Which, coincidentally, matched Aaron’s mood exactly.

He wiped a hand across his forehead, grimacing at the streak of sunscreen-sweat combo left behind. “Great. Perfect. I’m turning into human soup, and Scott’s probably doing keg stands with swimsuit models.”

Jacob, who looked one heatstroke away from calling it quits, sighed heavily. “I’m telling you, man. He’s either dead or living his best life. There’s no in-between with Scott.”

Aaron squinted out across the sea of bodies—tanned, toned, and generally way too happy. There were volleyball games, sand sculptures that looked suspiciously professional, and even a guy doing backflips off a paddleboard.

Meanwhile, they were two sweaty idiots stumbling around like lost tourists.

Aaron kicked at a clump of sand. “It’s been an hour. How do you lose a fully grown man wearing neon swim trunks?”

Jacob adjusted his sunglasses miserably. “Scott has the attention span of a Labrador. You saw the churro stand, he saw the churro stand... and that was the last we ever saw of him.”

Aaron barked a laugh. “Should’ve left breadcrumbs.”

They trudged down the beach, dodging frisbees and beach balls, slowly cooking under the sun like two discount rotisserie chickens.

Jacob was just about to suggest giving up and filing a missing person’s report when he saw... her.

Or it.
Or... something.

A figure was slinking their way—a very curvy figure, in fact.
Tall, bright, and shimmering in the sunlight like a walking bottle of sports drink.

Aaron blinked once.
Jacob blinked twice.

The girl’s skin—or what passed for it—was clear and glossy, faintly tinted blue like the shallows of the ocean. She wore a pink string bikini that somehow clung perfectly to her not-at-all-solid body, and a backward cap that sat proudly atop her semi-liquid head.

Aaron leaned sideways, whispering out of the corner of his mouth, “Tell me you’re seeing this too.”

Jacob’s jaw worked for a second, no sound coming out. Finally, he muttered, “I don’t know if I’m hallucinating or if the sun just unlocked a secret level of the beach.”

The slime girl sashayed up to them, hips wobbling dramatically with every step. She smiled—a big, bubbly, too-friendly smile that gleamed in the sun.

“Hey, boys~!” she chirped, voice syrupy sweet.

Jacob immediately took a step back. Aaron, meanwhile, elbowed him in the ribs. “Dude. Be cool.”

“Be cool?” Jacob hissed. “She’s one spilled soda away from being a biohazard!”

The slime girl giggled and plucked two bottles from a floating cooler that seemed to glide along beside her.

“I’m selling drinks! Ice-cold water, refreshing cola... and our special Slime Girl Cooler~!” she announced proudly, holding the bottles out like prizes at a carnival booth.

Jacob stared. Aaron stared harder.

“Slime... Girl... Cooler?” Jacob repeated slowly, like the words personally offended him.

The slime girl just beamed, bouncing lightly in place, her whole form jiggling like a happy water balloon.

“Yup!” she said. “Guaranteed to make you feel like a whole new person!”

Aaron reached for one of the bottles without hesitation, grinning like he’d just won a prize at a rigged carnival.

Jacob, on the other hand, crossed his arms and glared at it like it owed him money. “Are we sure drinking mystery slime beverages from a stranger isn’t how horror movies start?”

Aaron popped the cap off with a satisfying fzzzt. “Dude, it’s fine. It’s probably just... like... sports drink. With extra character.”

Jacob stared. Aaron took a huge gulp.

Jacob made a strangled noise. “Fine. But when we mutate into beach mascots, I’m blaming you.”
He reluctantly cracked his own bottle and sipped.

Aaron wiped his mouth and gave a big thumbs-up. “Not bad! Tastes like... mango? And regret?”

Jacob gagged, coughing into his arm. “Tastes like someone melted a bag of Jolly Ranchers and sadness!”

The slime girl just giggled, watching them like a proud kindergarten teacher whose kids just finger-painted the walls.

“Oh, the taste doesn’t matter!” she said brightly. “Because now it’s... slimegirling time!”

Aaron blinked. “Wait, what?”

Jacob’s eyes widened. “WHAT.”

Before either of them could react, the slime girl produced two regular-looking water bottles, spun them in her hands like a showoff cowboy, and BLASTED them both with twin streams of cold water.

Pshhhht! Pshhhht!

“Hey—!” Aaron started, holding up his arms to shield himself.

“Cut that out—!” Jacob yelped, trying to dodge and doing an impressive impression of a startled crab.

Both of them froze mid-complaint.

Because the spots where the water hit... weren’t normal anymore.

Aaron looked down—and saw his abs ripple like a puddle in the rain. His stomach had gone completely translucent, a glossy, watery blue spreading outward like tie-dye.

Jacob stared in horror at his own hands, which were now... not hands.
More like wobbly slime mittens desperately trying to be hands.

“Dude, dude, dude, DUDE,” Jacob shouted, flapping his gelatinous fingers in panic. “I’M MELTING. MELTING.”

Aaron poked at his own stomach and his finger just... sank in.
“Huh. That’s new.”

The slime girl grinned and reloaded her water bottles with an overly dramatic swoosh-snap motion, like a kid about to destroy the neighborhood in a water fight.

“Round two!” she sang.

Aaron and Jacob exchanged one horrified glance before bolting in opposite directions—only to realize very quickly that running with half-melted legs was about as effective as sprinting through a bouncy castle.

They flailed, they wobbled, and behind them, the slime girl twirled in delight, ready to finish the job.

“It’s slime girl time!” the slime girl sang again, way too cheerfully for someone committing casual beach alchemy.

Jacob shrieked—an actual shriek—as she blasted his other hand.

With a sad little blorp, his second hand melted into translucent goo, leaving him flapping two very shiny, very useless slime mitts.

“I’M TWO GLOVES AND A DREAM,” Jacob howled, waving his half-liquid arms helplessly.

Aaron stumbled back, clutching his half-goopy stomach. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” he barked.

The slime girl gave him a sunny, entirely unapologetic smile.
“It’s simple!” she said brightly. “Since you drank your special drink, now whenever you get touched by liquid... you start becoming a slime girl! Soooo...”

She winked and spun her water bottle dramatically.

“IT’S SLIME GIRL TIME~!”

Before Aaron could dodge, she blasted him straight in the chest with a jet of shimmering water.

Pshhhhhht!

He staggered back a step, looking down in horror as his chest expanded—growing bigger, rounder, and way, way wobblier.

“What the hell—?!” he yelped, clutching at himself—only to end up grabbing two handfuls of very jiggly slime.

“I’VE GOT TIDDIES,” Aaron roared. “UNAUTHORIZED TIDDIES.”

Jacob, meanwhile, was already trying to make a break for it, lurching down the beach like a drunk spaghetti noodle.

But the slime girl just giggled and casually jogged after him, water bottles in hand.

“You can run,” she sang, “but you can’t hide! Because guess whaaaat—?”

Jacob didn’t want to guess. He really, really didn’t.

She spun, aimed—

—and shot directly at Aaron’s backside.

Splaaaaat!

Aaron stumbled forward with a wet squelch, feeling his entire butt inflate like someone had hit the "Curvy Beach Babe" setting on a character creator. His swim trunks sagged comically before melting right into the rest of his now semi-transparent, shapely form.

He reached back in horror, only to realize that everything—and he meant everything—between his hips had dissolved into smooth, bouncy slime girl curves.

“Nooo—NOPE—NOPE!” Aaron hollered, hands flailing over his newly and undeniably girly butt.

The slime girl twirled happily. “Welcome to the team!”

Jacob, glancing back in terror, immediately tripped over his own semi-liquid foot, landing face-first in the sand with a spectacular splort.

The slime girl was already reloading.

Because ready or not...

It was still slime girl time.

Aaron, still wobbling unsteadily in his new slime girl form, glared at the giggling menace in front of him.

“Two can play that game!” he barked—and lunged for one of the abandoned water bottles lying in the sand.

The slime girl beamed at him like he’d just made her day.
“Bring it on!” she squealed, striking a dramatic pose. “It’s still slime girl time~!”

Aaron, no longer thinking rational thoughts (not that he ever did much before), squeezed the bottle with everything he had—

Pshhhhhhhht!

—blasting her square in her already-wobbly chest.

The slime girl laughed like she was being tickled, wobbling even more aggressively in victory.
Jacob, now barely clinging to the last scraps of his original shape, screeched, “I DON’T KNOW WHAT TEAM I’M EVEN ON ANYMORE!” and grabbed a half-inflated water balloon from a nearby cooler.

It exploded harmlessly against Aaron’s thigh, sending a ripple of gooey blue spreading down her—his—leg.

“BETRAYAL!” Aaron cried dramatically, hurling a water bottle in return.

What followed could only be described as war.
A full-on, no-holds-barred water battle.

Bottles. Balloons. Improvised buckets. Sand flying everywhere.
Three hot, jiggly slime girls in bikinis and backwards caps shrieking, laughing, and dousing each other like hyperactive mermaids at a summer festival.

A crowd gathered almost instantly.
Phones came out. Cheers rang up.

At some point, someone tried to start a chant. ("SLIME GIRLS! SLIME GIRLS!")

But the three of them were too busy sliding, slipping, and occasionally straight-up body-slamming each other into the sand, kicking up little explosions of glittery droplets.

It was chaos. It was beauty. It was pure, wet, absurd summer magic.

Until—

A shadow fell over them.

A very large shadow.

The laughter sputtered out like a hose kinked shut.
All three slime girls froze mid-splash, water bottles still half-raised.

Standing above them was a woman.

No.
A slime goddess.

Easily three meters tall, her glossy, shimmering body looked like someone had sculpted pure perfection from the ocean itself. Her curves could have launched wars. Her chest made beach balls look like marbles. Her hips were wide enough to host their own beach party.

She wore a deep blue bikini stretched criminally tight across her vast form and a tiny little cap perched absurdly on her head.

Her arms were crossed. Her golden, liquidy eyes stared down at them with the exhausted rage of a lifeguard who had absolutely had it with the local kids.

The three slime girls—Aaron, Jacob, and the original giggling slime girl—gulped in unison.
Hard.

Jacob, voice barely a squeak, managed to whisper, “I think... we’re in trouble.”

Aaron nodded, clutching his half-empty water bottle like it would shield him from divine judgment. The slime girl just giggled nervously and tried to hide behind the other two.

…was it still slime girl time…?

– Ten minutes later. –

All three of them sat slumped on a bench, overlooking the glittering chaos of the beach.

Aaron fumed, crossing his now very slender arms over his still-jiggly chest.

“I knew it!” he barked, pointing an accusatory finger. “You’re SCOTT!”

The original slime girl—still grinning like a gremlin—gave a casual two-finger salute.
“Yup~!”

Jacob facepalmed with an audible slosh. “Of course! No one but that absolute moron would start a full-on slime girl war in the middle of the most popular beach!”

Scott just giggled innocently, twirling a strand of her glossy blue hair around her finger.
“Hehehe~ It was fun though, right?”

Aaron groaned and slumped back on the bench, watching as beachgoers still pointed and whispered excitedly about the earlier spectacle.

“Fun? Fun?! Johanna chewed us out so hard I think my soul’s still vibrating!”

They all winced at the memory.

Johanna—the Slime Beach Queen herself—had stormed onto the scene like a one-woman tidal wave of rage. She had lectured them for a solid five minutes about "wasting precious beach water," "disrupting the peace," and "setting a bad example for all young slimes everywhere."

By the end, the three of them had been officially sentenced to community service: selling drinks for the beach stand until closing time.

At least she hadn’t flattened them into decorative puddles. Small mercies.

Jacob sighed, poking at his still-jiggly stomach. “Great. Day one of being a slime girl, and I’m already on beach parole.”

Aaron rubbed his temples. “Man, if I’m gonna be stuck like this... we might as well make it worth it.”

Scott perked up instantly. “Exactly!” she chirped, suddenly grabbing a water bottle from the cooler.

Without missing a beat, she stuffed it between her frankly ridiculous slime boobs, wedging it perfectly in the gleaming valley of squish.

Both Aaron and Jacob blinked.

Scott struck a pose, hands on her wide, wobbling hips.
“Anna, Jane! Follow me, losers!” she declared, a mischievous grin spreading across her glossy face. “If we’ve got the curves, we’re gonna use the curves!”

She tossed her cap backward dramatically and strutted toward the beach crowds like she was walking a fashion runway.

“Wait!” Aaron/Anna stared for a second.
“What did you just call us?” Jacob/Jane stared harder.

“I said follow me!” Scott declared, leading the way. Then they both groaned, pushed themselves off the bench, and followed their devious, bubbly friend down the sand.

After all...

It was still slime girl time.

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It’s beach slime girl time!