Pillow 24 - No risk without slime (graphic TF tale)

(Woman into snail)*

Art by Witchfiend: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/witchfiend/ 

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Full art: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/45315440/ 

She had got herself in a real pickle, you might even say she was permanently screwed.

For over half a decade Shift Inc. had dominated the corporate world to the point where most other corporations in their sector, and even those outside of it, pledged to them or lived in their shadow. They held a tight grasp on the patents of their revolutionary hormonal treatments and neither protests, nor legal action had managed to break that grasp, rather the contrary in fact.

That reality had left those corporations living in their shadow in the precarious situation of either having to accept Shift Inc. conditions or fail over and over again at creating products similar to them.

Which had more often than not led to disasters.

It was a small gray pill, which she was holding with two fingers in front of her face, her green eyes stiffly stared at the tiny thing.

“I don’t think it’s worth it, chief… Let’s just forget about the presentation…!” her assistant mumbled, who was recording with their phone so there was evidence of the dumb scheme she was about to commit to.

Suzanne was a young business woman, not far away from her thirties. White skinned and with a soft brown shoulder length haircut, she was wearing the usual business outfit of a suit - jacket and skirt, blouse, pantyhose, comfy shoes, her ID card hanging round her neck.

Like many others in her position she was the product of nepotism, niece of a one of the high ranking directors, she got her position shortly after college despite her lack of experience and began her climb up the corporate ladder, but as the years passed the climb slowed down and she didn’t like that.

She wanted to make it big.

During the previous year she managed to get on her boss' good side and get herself appointed to the position of head of the team trying for their last attempt to get a piece of Shift Inc. markets. The result was the pill she was holding.

The woman knew every detail about it. Retro-engineered from Shift Inc. products, the idea was that by mixing different beasts hormones instead of focusing on a single type they created a more stable formula that had all the benefits without the risk of metamorphosing.

If it was true the little pill would make them the new kings of the market.

If true.

The animal tests had proven to be successful.

Mostly successful.

But the research team was asking for at least another four more years of tests… four more years after they had already wasted one with barely anything to show for it…

Suzanne’s plan was simple: Swallow the pill and reveal to everyone in the middle of today's presentation that she had done so without suffering any consequences. That would prove to the directors they should get the time they needed to finish the testing, but would also probably gain her a seat at the table.

Of course, there was the marginal chance of metamorphosing.

She wasn’t oblivious to the risks, she wasn’t stupid, along with everyone else she had seen videos of such events and knew a friend of a friend that had somehow ending up as a zoo attraction, livestock or pet… but the presentation was in twenty minutes and she didn’t have any other options…

The woman wondered if she had been set up to fail… Was that the reason why the boss had agreed so quickly to her request? The reason why her rivals hadn’t bothered to sabotage the project? It didn’t matter much anymore, either she had something to show or she was out.

Even if her rational mind was screaming, begging, pleading with her to admit that such a thought was utterly dumb and that she would regret it, she had already decided that her humanity wasn’t worth a thing if she couldn’t make it to the top.

It was a calculated risk.

“You’re my witness,” she told her assistant, trying to sound as calm and confident as she could, which wasn’t all that much. Then she smirked and winked at the phone’s camera. “There’s no glory without risk!”

Suzanne put the pill in her mouth, held it between her lips for a moment, closing her eyes, breathing deeply.

She swallowed, quickly, to avoid tasting it.

Both assistant and businesswoman stood still for what felt way too long, the assistant looking at her boss as if she feared she was about to pop out of existence at any moment.

Suzanne dispelled the tension by loudly clearing her throat.

“That… wasn’t too bad…” she mumbled.

“Do you feel anything chief?” her assistant asked.

“It’s a neutral pill, you aren’t supposed to feel anything…” she did have a deep tingle in her tummy and a numbing sensation in her legs, but she decided it was just that she was nervous. “And I don’t, so that must mean it worked.”

“I guess so …”

“Did you get it?”

The assistant nodded.

“Yeah, I have the vid.”

“Then let’s not waste any more time!” Suzanne stood up with determination, grabbing her dossier. “We have to be the first ones in the meeting!”

“Sure!”

Her assistant hastened to follow her. The meeting room for the presentation was on the floor below. They took the elevator and from there it was just a matter of walking the few meters down the corridor between the office cubicles.

Just a few meters.

Suzanne focused on ignoring the increasing tingle that had climbed all the way up to her hips. She mentally repeated to herself that everything was fine, that she was a winner.

Her wobbly legs meant nothing.

She continued doing it, until her final step failed to find its floor and she tripped over.

“Iiiiiih!” with a womanly squeak of surprise she fell forward.

Her assistant tried to grab her, but it was too late. She fell, landing on her knees and hands, making even more noise, her dossier and her ID card landed a few steps in front of her, her foot slipped out of her shoe.

A load of heads of other workers popped out of their cubicles, glad to have a distraction from their boring office chores, as the assistant rushed to help the fallen woman.

“Suzanne!”

“AUCH! Shit! My…! Fuck!”

Suzanne sat down on the floor, grabbing the leg whose foot had lost it’s shoe. Her body was becoming cramped and at the same time her skin felt like it was buzzing.

Something was noticeably wrong.

“Are you hurt?” the assistant asked, kneeling by her side.

“I… My feet feel… Doesn’t…”

“Doesn’t what?”

“Doesn’t feel!” the business woman moaned.

Bending forward she reached for her shoeless foot, and with trembling hands rubbed it, trying to control the build up of tears. Then the horror began…

As she rubbed, hoping desperately that the only thing that was happening was that her muscles had fallen asleep, she squeezed her sole, causing a loud squishing sound and greenish slimy substance to pour through the thin nylon of her pantyhose.

Her hand instantly pulled away.

She lost her breath.

When she pressed her foot she hadn't felt any bones, it was as if the foot of her pantyhose was filled with jello. Suzanne and the assistant stared at each other, both equally pale.

“Suzanne… you… are you…”

“NO!” Suzanne cried. “I’m not! I… We just have to get to the meeting room, that’s all!”

The woman shook her head, trying to smile, as she lost movement in the hand that she had used to squeeze her hypothetically missing foot and that was covered in slime. She made a vain attempt to get up, only to drop right back to her knees.

There were lots of office workers now watching the scene with a mix of curiosity and worry.

“Only have to reach the meeting…!” Suzanne sobbed.

She couldn’t move her leg any more, so she got herself up onto all fours and began to crawl, dragging the motionless leg, dripping a trail of slime. The fingers of her slime covered hand lost their nails, along with their shape, merging with the the others, forming a lump at the end of the arm.

The assistant, who was still kneeling at her side, gasped and jumped backwards, hitting the wall of one of the cubicles, covering their mouth with both hands as they watched as one of the eyes of their crawling boss began to swell out of it’s eye-socket while the green pupil expanded, taking up the entire eyeball.

Sobbing and gasping Suzanne stopped crawling as the ripping sounds began.

Her ass was inflating, bubbling, the increasing mass lifting her skirt and stretching the cloth of her pantyhose, and the panties inside them, to their limit. Around her swelling eye her face began to transition from pale to a soft greenish-brown, Suzanne looked back, shaking uncontrollably.

“W-what now…?” she muttered.

The assistant tried to reach her again.

“Chief…!”

But this time they were stopped by a loud sound.

SNAP.

Inside her pantyhose, panties snapped as the growing bulge at her rear continued it’s progression. becoming large, bulky, brown, hard. A spiral patterned shape began to form on one of it’s sides.

“What the hell is that!”

Suzanne gulped, staring directly at her deforming rear. Her legs were shrinking and merging under the hard brown mass, leaving her pantyhose empty and wet on the floor.

“Ahhhh… Ahhhh…” she felt her entrails getting sucked up, her arm disappearing inside her blouse sleeve, a sensation of pressure as her entrails reconfigured, in her belly, in her vagina… “Shell…” she groaned. “It’s a freaking shell…!”

“Shell?” gasped the assistant. “Why a sheeeAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Her assistant couldn’t contain their scream when they saw how, in Suzanne’s face, on the same side that had turned brownish and slimy, her swollen eye had come completely out of it’s socket, pushed by the tubular prehensile appendage growing behind it. They continued screaming as their boss’ green eye became dark and dull at the end of that wriggling tentacle.

Suzanne bit her lips.

“Mollusk…” she grunted, bitterly. “The lab used mollusk hormones to fill in the gaps in the mix…” her clothes were sliding down off her moist body, her bust was showing up, her legs finished their transition into a singular foot. “Snails are mollusks…” she continued with her trembling voice. “I am going… I am a snail… I am a mollusk!”

“Don’t talk nonsense…!” her assistant sobbed.

The mollusk-woman was now shaking non-stop, leaking slime from every inch of her skin, her body gradually sucking up her limbs. No toes or fingers left, legs and one arm completely gone. A constricting state of pressure that made every movement, even breathing, difficult.

“Ffffffpfffffffuuuk! FFFFFFFUUUUUK!”

Putting what little she had left into it, Suzanne began to shake her limbless tubular body left and right, fighting the constraints of her clothes, pulling herself forward in desperation.

Stretching and contracting, just like a snail would.

Her muscles softened from the motion, but she was stuck in her skirt, cursing until her assistant removed the fabric from her almost fully formed shell. Suzanne bent her neck in an inhuman way to look at them, her remaining human eye was already being pushed out by a tentacle.

“Thhahannnnnnnks!” she gurgled.

She was losing her teeth.

Holding the skirt, all the assistant could do was nod.

Freed of her business suit, Suzanne continued to drag herself along the floor in that humiliating fashion, which was even more distressing now that she was fully naked and so clearly non-human.

There was no room for any doubt in any of the witnesses to that scene, the woman was metamorphosing… and soon she wouldn’t be a woman at all…

Suzanne’s shoulders diminished into the singular slug-like form that was consuming her body. Dragging herself along seemed to accelerate the changes, her lower body losing its shape with every inch, the nipples of her once very attractive breasts consumed by the slime, leaving only two barely defined lumps.

Her neck retracted into her torso until there seemed to be no distinction left between one area and the other, her whole body began to slowly shrink as she tried uselessly to advance.

“Teeeeeh rrrrroooooooommmmh meeeeeeetttiiiiiiiiiing…” she bubbled with her toothless mouth.

She wasn’t advancing much, and was actually losing progress due to the shrinking.

Her assistant, horrified and shocked by their last dwindling stand of human determination, moved in front of the snail-woman, unable to think of any way she could help.

Because there wasn’t anything they could do.

“S-Suzanne, I’m so sorryyyAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

They were once again forced to jump backwards by a new tentacle, long and white, that suddenly sprouted out of a hole near Suzanne’s face. The opening at the end of that new appendage winked near the screaming assistant’s head.

“What is that?! What the fuck is that thing?!” the assistant sobbed.

Suzanne, uninterrupted by the screams, continued her slow dragging pilgrimage into mollusk-hood. The white tube shrank back inside her body, her hair had begun to fall out, her face was almost totally unrecognizable. Her nose was reduced into two holes that were starting to close as another set of tentacles grew from the side of her mouth to replace their function.

“Mmmmaaaaaaa ccccuuuuunttttt…” gasped Suzanne, distant and absent minded, answering the assistants questions. “Mmmmaaaaaaaaaa coooooooockkkk…! Tehhh rrrooooommmmhhhh…!”

Her voice was a gurgling unintelligible mess, she had by now shrunk enough to be smaller than a large dog and she was still reducing in size. Ears by now were long gone, she had completely lost her body hair, leaving only shell and slime. She kept dragging herself and shrinking, diminishing even quicker as she approached the conclusion of the changes.

Smaller than a dog.

Smaller than a cat.

Despite how much she had struggled to reach her goal, she only managed to reach her ID card and by then she was snail size…

A big snail, one the size of a fist…

But just a snail.

Suzanne’s beauty and humanity had been replaced by the moist cuteness of a common brownish shelled mollusk that you could find in the soil in any park. The tiny creature climbed on top of the ID card, her chunky foot slimeing the photo of the woman in the card.

The assistant approached, carefully, scared of squashing the poor thing.

At the end of the corridor, there was the company director, surrounded by a posse of assistants and bootlickers. Those who were most eager to lick rushed to open the meeting room door, while she was waiting, their boss looked for a moment towards the corridor and saw the snail.

The snail stretched her eye-tentacles, staring back.

The boss’ face screwed up in disgust.

“YOU!” she screamed, pointing at the speechless assistant. “Get rid of repulsive THING or I will get your ass fired!”

The many coworkers who had been watching, and perhaps enjoying, Suzanne’s humiliating transformation quickly hid in their cubicles, as their boss yelled. The assistant nodded with their mind blank and their mouth open, before they could say anything their boss and her posse had re-entered the meeting room and closed the door with a slam.

“B-but…” the assistant managed to babble, by now way too late.

Left alone in the corridor and engulfed by the noise of an office going back to work they picked up that ID card, the snail stayed balanced on top, it was hard to tell what the mollusk thought behind it’s dull dark eyes… but the creature was making slime-bubbles with it’s mouth.

The assistant stared at the snail, then at the corridor behind them.

Suzanne’s clothes lay ripped, wet and scattered across the floor.

Empty.

She had bet… and lost…

Lost hard.

There was no glory at the end of her path, just a trail of slime. Just like many, many other business ladies and lads before her, she had tried to win a spot at the top by competing with Shift Inc., risking it all against the world, and she had paid the price.

As had the many before her and the ones that would certainly try after her.

“I’m gonna have to buy a terrarium…” the assistant mumbled.