August Patreon Story [#2 of 2] [Just one day late nbd]

 Hello everyone,

The second story from the tie ended up a lil longer just cuz I had no idea how to connect the beginning and the end in a succinct way. Also I really love theoretical slime girl day-to-day logistics.

Anyway, I'll announce September's theme and start taking prompts tomorrow, so look out for that!

~Benn 'Doomgender' Ends

Theme: Monster Month!

Winning prompt:  The feminizing side effects of your new googirl roommate’s skin put most people off, but, well, it doesn’t sound too bad to you.

Suggested by: Alyssa Harder (thank you!!)

~2320 words

CW:

• Slime girl roommate
• Slime girl lore
• Moving in
• Consensual feminization
• Gag reflex just absolutely doesn’t exist anymore

~~~

[i’m downstairs!]

[Cool, be right down!]

You slip your shoes on, and head to the door. Your new roommate. This will be your first time meeting her. She’s a close friend of a your friend and last roommate, moving cross country. It ended up being good timing, your roommate was getting ready to move in with vir girlfriends and you didn’t have anyone lined up. You’ve chatted a bit over text to get to know each other, so you’re hopeful the two of you will get along pretty well.

Down one flight of stairs, out through the gate. It’s hot out again, that cranky end-of-summer-you-thought-you’d-seen-the-last-of-me-did-you type heat that lasts till mid September. You see a car loaded up with stuff a couple spots up the street. Where is-

A face pokes out from behind the car. It’s pinker than you expected.

“Hey! Are you Mirebelle?”

She nods enthusiastically and makes a sort of bubbly sound. She’s. A slime? Huh, your last roommate never mentioned.

Setting down the box, she comes around the car and you get a good look at her. She’s humanoid, wearing a shiny powder blue raincoat that’s several sizes too big for her as a dress. She’s also wearing rainboots and what appear to be latex thigh highs? The sleeves of the coat drape over her hands, which she pulls up so she can sign at you.

“Whoa, slow down just a little bit?”

She squishes her cheeks with an embarrassed expression.

“No it’s okay, I’m just a little out of practice!”

She nods eagerly, and signs a bit slower.

[It’s nice to meet you!]

“Likewise! Let me help you get your stuff upstairs and then we’ll chat?”

[Oh, it’s okay I can handle it!]

“I’m not gonna leave you to do it all yourself. Tell me what to lift.”

You don’t really like much about yourself, you can make your decent physical strength useful at least.

She’s a little.. Wobbly on her feet. Especially going up the stairs. You make sure to let her go up first each trip, so you can catch her in case she falls.

Moving sucks honestly, even if you’re not the one moving. You have no idea how she fit that much stuff in her car, and a lot of it’s heavy, and suddenly the apartment is full of Boxes. But the two of you make relatively quick work of it.

It isn’t until the very last box that she falls with a squeak. She has a light box and as bouncing up the stairs with a happy wiggle, and just, missteps. You drop the five raincoats you were carrying and rush forward without a moment’s hesitation.

S-squishy..

She almost melts in your arms, her coat cool against your sweaty shirt. It’s hard to tell the like, consistency of her body through the coat, but she’s very soft. And heavy. You give a grunt of surprise, but manage to keep your footing.

With another loud squeak, she bounces off you, scrambling away and further up the stairs. She starts bobbing her head, looking you over, while signing furiously.

“Wait, sorry, slow down. Did I hurt you?”

[No, it’s.. Did I touch you anywhere?]

“Um, you mean your skin? I don’t think so? Why?”

She gives you another look over, then relaxes.

[Okay, good. I’ll explain inside]

Slightly lost, you follow her in.

~~

A little bit later, she’s drinking a glass of pink lemonade from a pink straw. She’s got a real commitment to the aesthetic.

You’re sitting across the table from her, with a can of soda. The AC is on, but it’s taking it’s sweet time cooling the place down.

“So, what was up when you fell?”

She smiles sheepishly.

[I didn’t think to mention it before, but I’m a registered tf catalyst]

[Sorry, probably something I should have mentioned before]

“Tee… Ef?”

[Um, like transformation?]

She sips her lemonade. You knit your brows together.

“Sorry I feel like I’m missing something. What do you transform into?”

[Oh geez. Okay. No, I’m the catalyst. I’m like a tall glass of turn you into a girl juice]

She takes another sip while you sort out what she means.

“O-oh! So that’s why you were worried about touching me?”

[Yeah it can be kinda permanent, I wouldn’t want to force you into one of those ‘oops I accidentally got turned into a girl’ manga]

A single bead of sweat rolls down the back of your neck. You are familiar with the genre. Mentally you make a note of where you left your private collection.

[But! I promise to be careful]

“Right.”

You take a sip of your soda. It’s gone a little flat.

“Oh, uh, your box got here yesterday. The big one”

[Oh good, I really didn’t want to sleep in a bucket. Will you help me open it?]

Bucket…?

“Yeah of course.”

It takes some doing, but the two of you together manage to set up… It’s like a small cushioned bathtub? The cushions look waterproof.

“What is this?”

She touches the side of the thing.

[Bed! I tend to blob out in my sleep, and I don’t wanna slide off onto the floor. I get little bits of stuff stuck in me and I hate getting it out]

“Makes sense. Why is it latex?”

[Ah. I have a habit of soaking through cloth. That’s why I wear the-]

She gestures at her rubber and latex outfit.

[You know, this stuff. It looks good and also doesn’t soak through and end up floating inside me]

Her shoulder buzzes.

[Oh one sec I’m getting a text]

A dark shape appears inside her hand and sort of pops out. A cellphone in a case that blocks the ports and speakers. Her other hand blobs together, and a trio of stylus pop out of the end. You watch in fascination as the three stylus work in concert to rattle off texts. That’s how she types so fast..

“I’m gonna go start getting dinner together then.”

She texts you ‘sounds good be right there’ without looking away from her phone. 

~~~

One month later, the two of you are watching a movie together. You’re sitting on one end of the couch, while she’s got a plastic sheet over the other end that she’s relaxing on. She’s wearing a latex crop top and skirt, and her legs have just sort of blobbed together comfortably.

You have become fast friends, hanging quite a bit. Your experiences had been mixed before your last roommate, so it’s a relief to continue the streak.

There is one thing that nags on your mind though.

During a particularly slow bit of the movie, you work up the courage to ask some questions.

“So, out of curiosity, how does your.. ability work?”

She looks at you curiously before signing.

[Which one? I’ve got a lot of talents]

“The, ah, transforming one.”

[Oh, right, that. It’s pretty straightforward! Let’s say you wanted to be a girl]

You nod a little too quickly.

[Well, it’s a bit intimate of a process for some people. I think it’s fun though. I’d partially subsume your body, holding skin contact for a long period, as your body rapidly changes under my touch. The fat deposits in your body would be shifted quite fast into a estrogen-encouraged shape, that’s breasts, hips, butt, face shape changes. Body hair and facial hair is dissolved and doesn’t grow back. That’s the basics. Takes about half an hour for the changes to set in, and requires refreshing every couple days to become completely permanent]

She has you complete attention. An explosion on the laptop screen doesn’t even phase you.

[So, you’d be pretty dependent on me for a bit to keep the estrogen flowing so to speak, but by a couple months, you’d be producing your own hormones, no problem. Pretty cool, right?]

“Yeah, pretty cool. Sorry for bugging you, just curious.”

[No problem! I mean I could go now if you want]

Your brain skips a beat.

“What does that mean?”

[Oh come on you’ve been a trans flag a mile long the whole time I’ve known you. You don’t have to be nervous]

“I- I don’t know what you mean.”

She looks skeptical.

[Well, I’m sorry for assuming! I won’t bother you about it]

There’s a long pause.

“Well-”

[I knew it]

“I’m nervous!”

[It’s okay. Go at your own pace]

“You’d really do that for me?”

[As long as you don’t mind me feeling you one hundred percent up, I think it would be fun!]

Your heart is pounding. You put your hand against your chest.

“I think. Let me think about it. I haven’t decided yet.”

[No rush, I’m not going anywhere]

~~~

You’re sitting naked in the bathtub, knees folded to your chest. You look up.

[Ready?]

“Y-yeah.”

She pulls off her top, and shimmies out of her skirt. Her pink body glistens in the light.

You snap your head forward, and wait. She climbs slowly into the bathtub behind you, kneeling. You look back.

[Just relax and go with it, okay?]

“Right. Yes. Just a little nervous.”

[It’s okay, you get used to it fast]

You nod and look forward again. Her palms touch your back, soft, patient, gentle. Her substance is pleasantly cool in the late summer heat, and a strange consistency. Shifting between soft and firm, a slick, smooth, gooey texture. You shiver and let out a long slow breath.

Her hands flow up your back, squeezing your shoulders. You’re starting to notice a… prickling. Under your skin. Everywhere she touches.

“Ah, that does feel niCE-”

Faster now, she pushes her chest against you, pulling you back into an embrace as she wraps her arms around you. Your head flops back, laying on her breast, looking up at her. She gives you a cheeky smile.

The texture of her body is starting to consume you. She explained the whole process in detail, but it’s so different to experience it. She is trading density for volume, her body becoming softer, more liquid, lapping at your ankles as she fills the tub.

A band of slime is wrapped around your chest, and there’s a burning sensation coming from inside.

It’s starting to feel.. Good..

You let out a heavy pant. It sounds a lot more sexual than you intended. You shoot her a nervous look, but she shakes her head and smiles.

Slime is crawling up your legs. Tendrils rise from the pink goo, wrapping around your wrists, tugging them away from your legs, into the liquid.

“Ah.. Ahn..”

You’re trembling now, your eyes half lidded, It’s so, teasing and soft and sweet. You struggle to think straight.

Pressure around your ankles. You resist it for a moment, out of instinct, embarrassment. But she is insistent, and you let your legs lower, and your lower half is subsumed. When the goo swallows up your dick you let out a desperate moan, wiggling your hips as your body burns up from the inside.

You look up at her, limp, wrapped up in her body, in your own helpless lust. She mimes opening her mouth.

Right.

She can change your natural voice pitch a little, but only from the inside. Shyly, you part your lips as she leans closer. You can feel your newly swollen breasts aching delightfully as she kneads them to size. Her tongue slides out of her mouth, into yours, and keeps going, filling your mouth and your throat with a slow inexorable pressure. She tastes sweet, like an effervescent cherry, with an intoxicating edge underneath.

A side effect she warned you about was that you’d pretty much  lose your gag reflex, permanently. The thought doesn’t bother you much.

You struggle to swallow automatically, which only pulls her in deeper, your throat convulsing around the thick tendril.

Your breasts feel heavy.

Your eyes are unfocused, hazy, your body twitching occasionally. The thought of moving feels so far away.

After a while of floating weightlessly in this state, you’ve stopped resisting the slime tentacle filling your throat. It pulses lightly. You’re not totally sure of the mechanism by which you’re still able to breath, but she reassured you it wouldn’t be a problem.

Time has lost all meaning. You wouldn’t know the difference if she kept you there for hours, or days. All you know is that when she does start to convalesce back into her humanoid shape, you feel faintly confused. Why would she ever let you go?

When she pulls out of your mouth, you can hear yourself panting slow, drawn out breaths. She helps you sit up. You feel dizzy, but good. The too-warm apartment air feels nice on your bare skin after being submerged in her cool.

Once you’ve started to come back to, you look back at her.

[How do you feel?]

“I-”

You stop. It’s definitely not as deep as before. You shift and our breast presses against your arm.

“Holy shit.”

She stands, smiling and watching you cup your new breasts with a shocked expression.

[I’m gonna shower real quick. You’re nice and warm and I still want more warm]

“Oh, yes.”

You scramble to your feet.

“You shower. I’m gonna just. Go stare at myself in the mirror for a little while.

[It’s a good look for you]

You blush and nod shyly. She starts the shower, all the way to the hot side of the knob.

Still in a kind of shock, you head for the bathroom door. The shower starts. You are still holding your boobs in your hands with a kind of giddiness. You clip your hip on the door frame. Looking down, you realize how plump and shapely they are. You are.

“What the fuck!! Aaaahhh!! How is this happening!!”

She silently giggles as you close the door.