June 2021 Microfic! (Hardly Even That Late)

Hey y'all!

I've been all over the place lately, but mostly in a good way. Hope you enjoy the fabulous slime meal I've cooked up for you this time!

~Benn {Doomgender} Ends

Theme: Slime Time

Prompt: “Ooh ooh ooh sequel to the feminizing slimegirl roommate story, maybe they're celebrating and end up getting busy”

Suggested by Alyssa Harder, original suggestion by, um Alyssa Harder. Thank you to all one of you!

~2850 words

CW:

• Slimegirl/human
• Discussion of feminization/ magical-type hrt
• Suspension
• Tentacles
• Sex while helpless
• Mild intoxication (slime drunk)
• Gay in a clueless way
• One (1) vore joke

~~~

Clothes.

You should have thought about clothes.

Of course, in a bag in the back of your closet, under some ratty old shirts, you had a couple pairs of lacy panties, but that a wardrobe does not make. Besides, your butt’s a little bigger now, so they don’t quite fit comfortably. It’s kind of a shame, cuz at least one of them makes your ass look amazing.

You’re in the third clothes store today.

Mirebelle’s trying to convince you to try on a whole body fishnet.. thing, since not being able to wear it herself is ‘the first time she’s even been jealous of humans’.

It’s Thursday.

You’re still hot.

Catching a glimpse of yourself in a mirror, you get distracted and forget what you were saying. It’s really interesting, the things that changed, and the things that didn’t. In a lot of the genderbender manga you read, when the boy changes into the girl, she might as well be a different character entirely. There’s no similarity in the appearance between the two besides like, hair color. In your case, it’s more that the essential qualities of your face and body have been subtly shifted.

 You look like your own sister would, probably.

You suddenly realize that Mirebelle has been trying to snap her fingers to get your attention.

“I told you, you can’t snap, you have no friction.”

She signs at you while molding her face into a dirty look.

[And I told you I can do whatever I set my mind to. Besides, I’ve seen slimes do it before]

“Are you sure they aren’t just slapping the fingers together in a snappish way?”

[Positive!!! Slapping sounds totally different!]

She pouts a little, then continues.

[So what’s got your panties in a twist, anyway?]

You shake your head, your hair tickling your neck as it bounces. You’re growing it out, but that part takes time.

“Nothing’s wrong! I’m just in my own head again.”

[Geez, I know I’m classified as a mild intoxicant, but your last session was two days ago, you shouldn’t still be spacey]

You shove her shoulder playfully, and she wiggles under her blue raincoat. She’s even wearing the little matching cap today. She’d look like a character from a kid’s book if it wasn’t for the garters hooked to her thigh highs.

“It’s only been a couple weeks! I’m still getting used to things. Especially trying to figure out what clothes suit me. It’s, great, but it’s also a lot, you know?”

She nods slowly, looking at me with her big, innocent eyes.

[I totally get it. And, you know what I think would suit you]

She starts to slowly raise the fishnets she’s still carrying up into your field of vision.

“You stop with that. I know that you use the excuse of needing non-permeable clothes to wear latex bodysuits out to lunch, but I’m not so bold yet.

She makes a very mischievous smile, then silently giggles. You roll your eyes, but you’re deeply grateful to her for prodding you along.

Without that boldness, you’d probably be sitting on the couch in your pajama pants now.

Well, you still spend a lot of time lounging in those pajama pants, but that’s only because they’re comfy.

You look at the modest pile of stuff you’re definitely getting. That plus another couple little bags. Maybe…

“Time to take a break I think. You wanna hit the food court?”

[Oh please, I’m starving]

~~~

You got a flat looking pizza. It’s tasty, in that satisfyingly plastic kind of way.

Mirebelle has a truly massive strawberry lemonade slushy that she’s clinging to like her life depends on it. After a long sip, she offers you the straw.

You sip, and make a face.

“How can you drink so much of that? If you left it out to melt, it would just turn right back into a solid block of sugar.”

[You know slimes eat sugar to live, right? Like, we’re pollinators. Like bees, or hummingbirds]

“I thought slimes used to eat people?”

She slurps as she signs.

[First of all, slimes are people too. Second, technically yes, but only after humans started disturbing our habitats in winter and waking us from hibernation early. Also, it was like, forever ago]

“Oh, so you’ve never eaten anyone,” you ask teasingly.

[So sorry to disappoint, only soft vore for you girl]

“Oh shut up. It’s not even vore.”

[I meeeeeeean]

You grumpily take a bite of your pizza as she giggles. She’s better at comebacks than you, but talking to her is good practice. 

“I think I’m ready to head home after this. You?”

[Yeah, I’m good. I still can’t talk you into fishnets?]

“Why can’t you just wear them yourself again?”

[Too many points of contact, I lose track of them and they end up floating. Plus, cloth fibers get sticky if I absorb them]

“It’s all the sugar.”

[Oh excuse me for enjoying the most delicious form of energy instead of masticating all over the place]

“Please don’t say it like that.”

[Masticating masticating masticating]

“You done?”

[Masticating]

[Yes]

With a good laugh, you push yourself to your feet. Your heart flutters a little, as you remember that tonight’s another session. You have to take a breath to stead yourself as you look at the table.

[You okay?]

She’s bent at an impossible angle to get her face close to yours. You bite your cheek, hoping that you aren’t blushing.

“Yeah, no, yeah, I’m good.”

[Alright, if you say so]

~~~

It’s been about a month.

And what a month it’s been.

Thanks to Mirebelle, everything’s changing for you. Having to explain what happened to you is a little stressful, but it’s easier to ask forgiveness than permission, right?

There is something bothering you though. Something that keeps you up nights.

Something big.

Mirebelle throws her coat at you, and when you pull it off you face you see that she’s not wearing a shirt today. You stare for maybe three seconds too long before you manage to get your eyes away. You’re blushing, and you know she’s laughing at you, which only makes you blush more

“Jeez Mir, put a shirt on.”

Trying to play it cool doesn’t work so well when your voice has that waver to it. Ugh.

[Oh come on, I don’t even have nipples or whatever. And I wore a coat!]

She bounces in place a little, using her arms to press her slightly translucent pink breasts together.

“It’s not nip- argh, whatever.”

This is your problem. She’s a playful person, and she thinks it’s funny to tease you. Which should be fine, just.

“I’m gonna take a shower, okay?”

[Oh, a shower sounds nice, I want one too. Make it good and warm, okay?]

You nod and wander off, preoccupied.

She’s such a nice person.

That’s why it’s so hard.

Taking your clothes off in the bathroom, you find yourself staring at the mirror as it starts to steam up. Your body is soft, and comfortable in way that it hasn’t been since you were a kid. Puberty did a number on you, but with Mirebelle’s help, it’s like all the changes you hated never happened at all.

But the way she does it.

The way she touches you.

You sigh, and climb into the shower, letting hot water pour over your body.

The problem is, that you think you’re falling for her.

Ugh.

You hate just saying it in your own head.

She’s your roommate! And she’s never shown any interest in you besides as a very good friend. The intimacy of how she’s helping you recreate your body is just, tricking your brain into thinking she likes you in a romantic way. And that must be why you’ve fallen for her this way, you think to yourself as you wash your hair.

It’s everything about her. The goofy way she acts, the kindness she hides behind playful bullying, the way she looks and moves, the confidence that radiates from her every moment. You can’t get enough.

You bop your forehead against the shower wall lightly.

The last thing you would ever want is to make her uncomfortable. So, you just have to bite it back. Eventually you won’t be dependent on her for hormone adjustment anymore, and the changes will be permanent. Then you’ll be able to let the crush pass, and you won’t spoil the wonderful relationship you’ve built with her.

You take a deep breath as you finish soaping your body.

Okay.

It’s fine.

“I can face her.”

The shower curtain pulls back suddenly, and suddenly you are facing her.

You scream just a little.

“W-wha-wh- Mir! I’m in the shower!!”

She tilts her head at you and raises an eyebrow.

[I told you I wanted one too. Move over]

Stunned, you do what she says, awkwardly covering yourself.

“Y-you could just wait till I’m done! Like, five minutes!”

She steps into the shower, still wearing her latex socks. That slightly mean smile. You gasp, as she comes close, wrapping her arms around your waist, pressing her soft, malleable body against yours, sending electrical jolts through you like sparks dancing between your nerves.

[But if I waited I wouldn’t get to feel your skin all slick and warm from the hot shower]

You gulp.

This is nothing you haven’t *felt* before, but it’s always something you’re prepared for, so you can try at least to compartmentalize, to remind yourself that it’s a clinical exchange.

But right now she’s licking your cheek and you feel like your face is so hot the water might boil on contact.

You put your hands on her shoulders and pull her away. She looks a little confused.

“I’m sorry Mirebelle. I just need clarification. You wanted to take care of tonight’s session at the same time as your shower because you’re busy later, right?”

She blinks a couple times at you.

[You’re the densest person I’ve ever met, and I’m literally triple the density of a human body]

“Eh..?”

She crosses her arms and looks down, shaking her head disappointedly.

[I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for like. A month? Has it been a month already?]

“E-eh??”

[You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re completely clueless or I’d be getting sick of this by now]

You shake your head rapidly.

“Wait, no, Mirebelle, you’re messing with me right? I thought you were just helping me out, like, as a friend”

[Yeah with the transition, but you’re kidding me, right? I’m not even talking about that. I’m talking about everything else]

Suddenly a series of images flashes through your mind. All the times she insisted on taking a sip from your drink right after you sipped, or vice versa. The way she keeps taking off her clothes around you, or asking your opinion of her new latex panties. That time she licked your lips because you were eating a cupcake and ‘you had some frosting on your face’. The time she ordered you to take *your* top off so she could lay on you while watching a movie, and she rested her head on your extremely sensitive chest.

“You. Like me?”

She claps sarcastically, shaking her head with a bemused smile.

[Look at that! You get a prize]

You’re still frozen in place.

[I mean, I can go if you’re not interested lol]

She spells out the lol emphatically while raising her eyebrow.

“N-no! Um. To tell you the truth. I’ve, um. Had a crush on you for a while.”

[There we go]

“I just didn’t want to weird you out!”

[That’s why I finally just came out and said it! You weren’t getting it any other way]

“Eheh..”

You scratch your head sheepishly.

[Just kiss me, dumbass]

Your breath catches, but you barely even hesitate.

You’ve tasted her so many times by now, but it’s only made you crave it more. Your tongue in her mouth, feeling the press and bounce of her insides, the inscrutable effervescence of her soft material. You’re leaning over her, wrapping your arms around her, pressing your palms into the small of her back. She’s a good two feet shorter than you.

Or, she was.

You take a sharp breath as her tongue coils around yours, tight, still growing, coiling, pushing, filling, in your mouth. Your eyes flicker. It feels natural.

She wasn’t kidding about her density. She’s heavier than she looks, and she can use to excess mass to grow much larger than you’d think she could. That’s how she fills the whole tub without losing the shape of her upper body during your sessions together.

Now shes using it to stretch and shift her features, and suddenly, with heavy lidded eyes, you’re looking up at her, held in place by the tendril of slime slowly slipping down your throat, as her hands explore your body. Her eyes have an intensity to them, and you can’t look away from.

Your skin craves this touch, you were starving for it, how do you ever leave her embrace, you want to live tangled in her limbs, skin aching from stimulation.

Her legs have melted below the knee, flowing out of her latex socks and turning rapidly to a mass of tentacles, coiling around your legs, tugging and pulling and squeezing.

You feel weightless.

Because you are.

She’s lifted you off the bath basin like you’re a toy. You dimly think that you never really understood how *strong* she can be when she’s not being careful to look human, to act human, to keep her body within the lines of what’s possible.

You shudder and manage a muffled whimper as your back is shoved against the cold tile wall. Water and steam rolls off her body as she pins you. You hear a noise, a hissing you realize isn’t just the sound of the showerhead. It’s a wordless, predatory noise, one you’ve never heard her make.

It thrills you.

The tremor of you body turns to thrashing as her touch grows more insistent.

You still can’t look away from those eyes. They don’t blink, but they are watching your every move. It’s lulling, hypnotic, you find your head swaying from side to side in rhythm with hers, eyelids fluttering helplessly.

Your eyes go wide when you feel a tendril of her body slip and prod against your ass. You can’t even make a noise anymore, you can’t breathe at all. You’re body is dependent on her in this moment, to keep from falling, to draw breath.

You know her arms are busy, but she forms a new one from her shoulder to sign to you.

[Just relax. I’ll go gentle on you, just this once]

Just once, you wonder faintly. But you try to do as she says. Just go limp. Let her guide your body, move your limbs, position you, slid herself inside you…

You try to whimper on sheer instinct as she fills you, but you can’t get out a peep. Your ears are flooded with the sounds of the water, of her low, omnipresent growl, the occasional soft slap of her tentacles bumping up against you.

Your head is full of pink haze. Extended skin contact on it’s own is enough to fuzz you a little, but she’s flooded you completely. You can’t think, you can’t act, you can only accept what she’s doing to you, what she’s using you for, barely able to curl your toes and twitch your fingers as you burn up from the inside.

You’ve cum at least a couple times by the time she’s satisfied. It’s hard to keep track. It feels like hours have passed, or days. Your sense of time blunted by intoxication and the sensation of floating.

Pulling out of you, back into herself, she cradles you, gently setting you down in the basin, leaning you against the side. The ocean of her body retreats into itself, molding back into the small, slightly chubby girl shape you know her as. The intensity of her eyes have faded as well, back to a slightly sheepish look as she smiles at you. She’s signing but it takes you a good minute to be able to process that.

“Uh. What?”

[Hey, ah, sorry about that. I got a little carried away maybe. Didn’t realize that I was so pent up till it was too late]

“Oh.”

You swallow luxuriously, your body still vibrating from the good kind of overstimulation.

“No, please don’t apologize. I’m just a little dazed is all.”

[I wasn’t too much?]

“I was a little surprised, but it was a good surprise.”

She smiles warmly, and mimes letting out a deep breath. You shakily push yourself more upright.

“I thought you said you’d go easy on me.”

She covers her mouth and shakes with silent laughter.

[That was easy. You’re not ready for me to be rough]

Your eyes widen and you a shiver rolls through you.

“Guess. Guess I’ll get there, huh?”

Her smile is wide and mischievous.

[Yeah, yeah you will]

~~~