5 comments/ 36414 views/ 46 favorites Nice n' Slimy Ch. 01 By: sexgundam666 Heather grumbled as she trudged along with her class. It was a senior outing to a local lab, one that Heather's mother, Yume Alistair, actually owned and used frequently, she was even the one leading the tour. Heather rarely spoke or even saw her mother, who spent most of her days in the lab, even when home, Yume rarely left her study. It hadn't always been like that, however after the death of Heather's father, a young, upcoming American actor, their relationship had changed for the worse. At first it seemed that they were uncertain how to comfort the other, but even now, three years since his death, they barely said good morning to each other, let alone sat in the same room for any period of time. Hence, it came as a surprise to Heather when her mother offered a free tour of the lab. For a short time, she had thought it was Yume's attempt to recover their family ties, however it was like always. Heather stayed in the back while she heard her mother giving 'interesting' facts about the various departments of the lab, all the while making a visible effort not to look at her daughter. As they went along, Heather felt the undeniable urge to pee, the feeling coming completely from left field, forcing her to push her legs together in an attempt to keep it in. She was about to raise her hand to request where the nearest bathroom, but stopped as she caught of them. Heather slipped away silently and relieved herself, releasing a small sigh of relief. As she went about her business, she suddenly felt a shiver run up her spine. It was the same feeling one got when they thought someone was looking at them intently, unwavering, as if they were trying to recognise or memorise you. Heather looked about on a whim, but saw nothing except the amazingly spotless floor of the restroom, something that a sterile environment like a lab would need to avoid the spread of bacteria. Heather almost thought about not flushing or washing her hands to break the obvious rule, however she decided against it, not wanting to cause problems or walk around with unclean hands. Still, she wanted a way to get her mother's attention, besides the occasional word or nod. Heather wasn't starved for attention. She was popular enough at her school, with her fair share of friends on the swim team, though there were only a few members in the first place. Her body was honed from the sport, her arms and legs particularly long and toned, fitting her lithe six feet body. On her chest sat large C cups, bordering on D cups. It was rare that someone continued to grow by the time they turn eighteen, however Heather was certain her bust still had a ways to go. Her hips, despite her thin waist, had little flare to them, giving her a more top heavy appearance. Her stomach was decorated in the beginnings of a six pack, while her rear was shapely and pert. Even before deciding on the swim team, Heather had been going between clubs at her school for the entirety of her freshmen and most of her sophomore year, her longest runs being with the track and basketball teams. Needless to say she was an athletic young woman. Despite the mild muscles on her body, Heather made certain her appearance was distinctly feminine. She wore skirts that showed off her long, lightly toned legs. Her tops could go from loose tank tops to a range of blouses, each of which helped highlight her modest bust. She wore her make up smartly, applying a thin layer of concealer to her face in order to hide the more outstanding blemishes, using a luscious red lipstick on her above average lips, and had naturally long, thick eye lashes. Heather refrained from eye shadow or liner, rarely even using mascara, given her preferred sport it would get washed away. Her hair was an oily black like her mother's, a stereotypical Japanese trait, but one she enjoyed about herself when done right. Heather's behaved very well, falling into a natural style at its current shoulder length. With her bladder relieved, Heather left the room. She would have guessed her class would've noticed her missing, given the fact that she stood over most of them by a few inches, however that wasn't the case. She looked left and right, seeing none of them around, not even any of the staff. "Hello? Um, anyone?" She called out, thinking someone would have to be nearby in such a facility as this, but no one responded, "Oh, shit." She groaned and made her way in the direction her class had been heading in, even so they must have moved farther ahead than Heather would've thought. After a few minutes, she noticed an open door, where she assumed the class had gone. Inside the room, she didn't find them, though what she did see was far more interesting, as she stepped further inside to observe the room. The most eye catching part of the room, was the centre, where a line of vials stood. On the walls hung charts and various monitors, most of which were switched off. The walls themselves were painted white, as one might expect, and completely spotless, likewise the floor looked like it had been put in just minutes ago, rather than the five years since the lab had begun operations. At the far the end, what looked to be glass cases held empty vials, a mist swirling around them, indicating the extreme cold in the cases. Three tables dominated most of the room, lined up in a row, with the middle holding the filled vials, each of which held a cobalt fluid, yet it was still see through. The other tables were covered in various documents and oddly blank papers. Heather strolled over to the middle, curious as to what the vials contained. She leaned down to peer into them, watching as small bubbles formed in the fluid, not unlike when a human breathed underwater. As she looked, the vials all began to shake, startling Heather, who stepped back in fright. They continued to quiver violently, as if the contents were trying to escape their confines, however, the vials were made of thick glass and the caps were made of metal and tightly done. Heather didn't want to test her chances however, and promptly turned to leave, the steps of her high heels on the hard floor timing perfectly to mask the sound of glass cracking, as all of the vials saw large crevices form at the bottoms. The contained fluid began to leak onto the floor, stopping just short and powerfully lurching forward. The vials had been small, barely able to contain 50mls. Even with the combined total of four vials, Heather barely felt it as they latched onto her bag, crawling inside, where they found her water bottle. The fluid possessed a certain degree of intelligence, as it began to unscrew the cap, while keeping the bottle upright. When it was undone, the combined 200mls of fluid slipped inside the half empty container, rapidly merging with the water, diluting its own colouration to the point that no one could tell the difference. With its current goal accomplished, the fluid redid the cap and waited. Heather breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the voices of her class. The lab, while small, was almost designed like a labyrinth, this one just as confusing as the one from the film with David Bowie. She reintegrated herself with the group, who clearly hadn't noticed her absence, as they were directed to the exit. Even if she had been scared half to death, Heather was glad she had fallen behind now, having escaped the continued lectures that bored her so. With the tour over, Heather followed her class as they left, not even sparing a glance at her mother, who's pale face all but shone with a well practised smile, something Heather was unused to seeing. In the outside world, she and her classmates all climbed onto the school bus. It was a warm day, signalling the end of Winter. The bus was stuffed full, not being very large and having to hold over a dozen students quickly had the temperature sky-rocket, making Heather feel sweat form on her arms. She reached into her bag and pulled out her water bottle, noting the moist feeling it had, but put it down to condensation, and took a long drink from it. To her surprise, it tasted good, strange considering it was water, not that she didn't enjoy the plain taste at times. Now, it left a savoury sweet aftertaste in her mouth, though it didn't quite quench her thirst, however she saved it, knowing she should savour such a delicious beverage, even if her instincts wanted her to down it in one go. Heather sat back and watched the scenery pass by, occasionally talking to a couple of her friends, but remained mostly in silence. She took another couple of mouthfuls of her water, each one tasting better than the last. Though she frowned to herself as the bus neared the school. Her body felt... cool, like the early afternoon sun wasn't beating down on her through the windows, while over a dozen other students made the air even warmer around her. Her water should have heated up as well, even if it was protected in her bag, and yet it remained chilled and refreshing as ever. There was something else as well, like her mind was sluggish, but she pushed it aside as they pulled into the school, her classmates climbing off the bus and heading to either their rides home or their own cars. Heather spied her own car sitting opposite the bus and headed to it. Fortunately, driving kept her mind away from her water. The taste lingered in her mouth, almost trying to tempt her to drink more, however her attention stayed on the road, listening to the radio host make puns or announce the next song. The rest of the day passed in near total silence, as Heather absent mindedly looked through the internet, finding little to interest her, even on YouTube, her subscriptions all having made their uploads for the day, none of which interested her. She even resorted to watching cat videos, but even they failed to keep her interest for very long. As the sun began to set, Heather felt her eyes growing heavy. It didn't surprise her. She had slept very little the previous night, going to sleep at two in the morning and being forced to wake at seven, following a series of similar nights. Heather let herself lay back and relax on her bed, the soft mattress almost seeming to conform around her, the pillows practically caressing her head. She closed her eye and let her mind wander, until her breathing slowed and she entered the realm of dreams. When her breaths were slow and even, the fluid made its move. While it had diluted in the water, it was a remarkable life form, able to reform itself and open the bottle once more. The liquid organism crept along the carpet, leaving damp patches in its wake, as it made its way to Heather's sleeping form, knowing this was its best chance, otherwise the human would try to savour the water, something it couldn't risk. Heather squirmed in her slumber, her hips moving just right so that her skirt was pulled down slightly, exposing her panties. The fluid could sense two distinctly moist heat sources nearby, however one was a good deal nearer than the other, as such it crawled up her bed and made its way to her most sacred place. Heather remained asleep as the liquid crawled along the sheets. The fluid was able to keep together as kind of blob. It moved smoothly, like it was a CG creature in a movie, however its distinct presence was unmistakable. It reached the hem of Heather's skirt, continuing to crawl upwards, its goal coming nearer and nearer. Upon reaching it, the fluid latched onto her panties, holding still as she shifted about, waiting to see if she would wake, but Heather slept on, mumbling in her sleep. The liquid began to spread about, seeking entrance through the offending cloth into her virgin orifice, however the panties were tight against her skin, preventing it from gaining entrance in its weak state. Despite the risks, the blob began to move further up, now climbing over Heather's stomach. Each movement she made caused the fluid to hold still. It was careful, knowing the girl's waking could mean its end, however fortune was on its side, as it eventually found its way to her chin. Heather's mouth had lolled open, a small line of drool running down one side of her face, giving the fluid a perfect target. Waiting to make sure she hadn't been alerted to its presence yet, the fluid made its final move, lurching forward to crawl into her mouth. Heather's eyes snapped open at the sudden intrusion, sitting up and tasting something odd, but distinctly sweet in her mouth, almost like her water had been, however this was moving. She tried to bite down, hoping it would harm whatever it was, she quickly realised her error as it pushed against her teeth to shoot down her gullet. Heather was on her feet in an instant. She could literally feel it in her oesophagus, whatever it was. The thing continued to move down her body and into her stomach, and yet... Heather felt no urge to regurgitate, even sticking her fingers to the back of her mouth did nothing, not even the slightest gag. What the hell did it do to her? She tried to punch her stomach, but feeling was still there, the powerful blow forcing her to double over in pain, however nothing happened. She was about to panic, she knew it, however Heather was a calm minded person. She kept her calm long enough to try and think of a course of action, until she felt the thing in her moving about. Heather tried to scream, but no sound emerged. She went to her phone, but found her hands were shaking in her terror, to the point that she couldn't hold it for more than a second, let alone input someone's number or text them. She fell to the floor, the strength fading from her legs. Drowsiness came next, her eyes feeling even heavier than before, as if they were being pulled down against her will, however she fought against it. Heather needed to get help, or find a way to get it out of her, but the fight was futile, as her eyes closed and she soon found herself back in the embrace of sleep. Her dreams were peaceful, even as her body jerked about in her slumber. Inside Heather's body, the organism was spreading rapidly. Her antibodies naturally targeted the alien substance within her, however they were altered immediately, becoming far stronger than ever before, while allowing the fluid to further its goal. It continued to spread throughout her form, however the spasms it caused had calmed, infrequently making Heather's fingers twitch, until that too, ended. All over her body, the organism had placed small portions of itself, said pieces slowly but surely merging with her on an cellular level. Heather was none the wiser as her eyes blinked open, squinting against the slight amount of sunlight that lit her room. She raised a hand and wiped the sleep from her eyes. Heather sat up, taking her time as she looked around groggily. She was on the floor, her bed directly to her side, the bedside table just behind where she laid. Her brow furrowed in confusion, since she knew she had been asleep, but why on the floor? Her mind, sluggish from the time it spent unconscious, struggled to think of a plausible solution, since Heather was certain she would have woken up if she fell off the side, though she had been known to sleep through worse at times, her mother having brought her breakfast in bed, before Heather's father had passed, she had dropped the plate, shattering it loudly, and yet Heather remained in dreamland. It seemed as good an explanation as any, especially in her discombobulated condition, better than the strange dream she'd had. She rose to her feet, swaying slightly as blood rushed to her head. When the head rush ended, Heather walked to her bathroom, directly connected to her room. Her mother's work had been highly profitable in recent years, combined with the amount left over from her father's few, but notable acting roles, allowed Heather to live in a large house, almost by herself. It was a standard suburban home, almost like an exact copy from Edward Scissorhands, though its paint job wasn't so flashy or out of the ordinary. Heather's room was directly up the stairs, the first door one would see as they climbed, while Yume's resided almost completely opposite, though it had seen rare use in the past month. Heather often found her mother asleep on the couch, visibly exhausted. Back in her bathroom, Heather stepped past the large mirror. It was situated just above her sink, where a pink toothbrush rested in a cup, toothpaste by its side. As she walked by, Heather caught a slight flash from the corner of her eye, causing her to stop and look into the mirror, her mouth falling open in shock as she stared into her reflection's eyes, as otherworldly as they may be. Heather found it hard to think of a way to aptly describe what she saw, or rather, what she thought she did. In her reflection her eyes were bright blue, not like the kind one would consider angelic, but so bright that her eyes looked to be glowing, not only that but, as she looked closer, she could see a spark of the same blue at the centre of her pupil. As Heather kept her gaze firmly locked on herself, she could see a strange swirling in her irises. She realised she had yet to blink in the thirty or so seconds she had been staring, and did so. When her eyes opened, she saw her normal eye colour, a dark brown. Heather sighed heavily in relief, only then realising her heart was pounding, as if she knew something that was causing this, but nothing came to mind. She pushed the concerns aside, going about her business once again, before going downstairs to cook her own breakfast, knowing her mother would be working late again. As she went about cooking her meal, Heather noticed how everything seemed easier, almost as if she didn't have to focus on anything, or even struggle with lifting a heavy saucepan filled with water. It perplexed her, as it would anyone. Despite the odd ease she went about cooking, Heather didn't stop to question it. Soon enough, she had a simple plate of pasta with several pieces of garlic bread. She had always been a rather plain eater, though she didn't dislike spices or the like, she merely preferred to have something simplistic. As she ate, Heather drank several large glasses of water, finding that she was always thirsty, though not in the sense that she was dehydrated, or that she needed it; the urge was constantly there and hard to resist. As she downed her fifth glass, Heather leaned back into the couch cushion, sighing happily from the pleasantly full feeling in her stomach, taking a moment to enjoy the lethargic sensation that rolled over her from the large meal, before heading back to the kitchen, plate in hand. She set up the dishwasher and returned to her bedroom. The sun had completely set by then. Heather, despite her earlier nap, couldn't help but feel tired. The day had been tiring, more so than going to a swim meet after a lousy night's sleep, with her having to stand on her feet and struggle not to make a run for it at the lab, the temptation greater since it was across the road from an arcade, then going into the open room and finding... whatever she had found, being scared by said finding, and then driving back home. To add onto the tiresome events, she'd had a strange dream of being forcefully invaded by some blob. Not only that, but she still had school the next day, with an early morning practice to boot. With a loud yawn, Heather went about stripping down and climbing into her bed. The next morning, Heather's alarm sounded like an air raid siren in her ear. She jolted awake, as if shocked by a tazer, sitting up right in a single instant, looking around frantically for the source of her sudden awakening. Her phone sat on the nightstand, vibrating noisily on the wooden surface, while ringing loudly just to add to the effect. She reached over with a groan and turned it off, flipping her hair out of her face, before turning to step out of bed. Despite the abrupt wake up call, Heather felt great, as if she had hit a runner's high, even if her mind still begged to go back to sleep. She walked into her bathroom, glancing with blurred eyes at her mirror, seeing a bright blue look back at her. For a brief moment, Heather simply continued on, before doing a double take and staring at herself in shock. Nice n' Slimy Ch. 01 What she had seen yesterday flashed through her mind. She blinked, hoping it would return her natural eye colour, but it didn't, the startling blue remained, almost appearing brighter than before. Heather shook her head, physically trying to remove the obvious dream state she was in, however that failed, leading her to pinch her arm, and hard. The gasp of pain that escaped her lips, confirmed the fact that she was, indeed, in the real world, and yet otherworldly eyes stared back at her, reflecting the worry of her mind. In a last ditch effort, Heather turned on the cold water, cupping her hands and splashing it onto her face. The chill washed away the residual drowsiness, but her eyes remained. She wanted to scream for her mother, but something kept her silent. It wasn't as if she was unable to speak, near incoherent words babbling from her mouth as she tried to verbalise her fears, rationality tried to make sense of it all, however nothing could explain her eyes. Heather thought back to the lab, hoping to think of something, anything, that would make her eyes like this. She heard the front door close, Yume leaving without even saying good morning to her daughter. Heather tried to call out just as it closed, but stopped herself short, knowing her mother would only treat this as an mild incident, or worse, an experiment. Would she really do that to me, Heather questioned herself, I'm her daughter after all... but considering how little Yume had seemed to care over the past couple of years, Heather wasn't so sure. She sighed and decided to take up a wait and see approach. Heather pushed away the terror, instead stripping down and heading into the shower. As she did so, she couldn't help but notice the slight increase to her bust size, though it was minimal, barely noticeable to the naked eye, but Heather could see it fairly clearly. "Well, it's not too late for a bit of growth." She muttered aloud and climbed into the shower, the hot water that soon fell upon her, calmed the worried teen. Strangely, Heather could swear she was able to see each water droplet as they fell, almost clear as day. She shook the thoughts clear and continued, sighing happily as any and all tension washed away. Her soap covered hands glided over her body, washing away any dirt that might have built up, and then she passed over her breasts, instantly moaning lowly at the sudden pleasure. Heather kept her hands on her tits, the nipples hardening rapidly to poke against her palms, the water and soap letting her fingers work smoothly over the sensitive flesh of her C cups. It was hard to even consider stopping at that time. Heather's moans were constant as she began to squeeze her breasts firmly. Her fingers ran over the hard peaks, sending surges of pleasure through her body, the heat of the water practically vanishing, insignificant to the warmth building in her body, particularly at her groin. Moving on instinct, one of her hands left retreated from her breasts, travelling down her toned stomach to the moist heat of her desire. Heather let out a sharp moan as her fingers ran across her engorged clit, the button's sensitivity several times greater than her nipples, sending waves of pleasure throughout Heather's body. Her thumb remained there, pressing against it to her delight, as fingers met her vulva, adding to the ecstasy building inside her. Heather could feel her orgasm building, and fast. The hot water had run out a while ago, unnoticed in the pleasure. That made little difference however, as she sunk two of her fingers inside her virgin pussy, releasing a loud moan of pleasure and discomfort, as the fingers came against her hymen, even so, she began to thrust her fingers rapidly in and out of her snatch, her thumb pushing harder against the bundle of nerves that was her clit, the pleasure spiking as a cry of bliss escaped her lips, as her juices all but exploded from her cunt. The sensations robbed Heather of her muscle control, causing her to sink down to the tub, water cascading over her body as she shook in her bliss. As the climax came to an end, Heather sat on her shapely rear, panting for air. As she stood up, turning the water off as she did so, Heather released small moans from the aftermath. She dried herself off, taking care not to stimulate herself again, instinctively knowing if she so much as touched her breasts or pussy, she'd fall into another masturbation trance of sorts. It wasn't the first time, Heather had touched herself in such a fashion, though she had no experience with others, however it was the only occasion she'd masturbated in the shower. Not only that, but she had never experienced such sensations before, as if her previous self-induced orgasms had been mere glances into a greater world of pleasure. Simply thinking about it had her pussy burning with desire. Heather managed to push aside the urge to touch herself again. She went about the morning as normally as possible, ignoring her strange eyes whenever she caught her reflection, though she was coming to like them, even if they were strange. Her earlier suspicion that her bust had grown was confirmed when she tried to put on her bra, finding that it fit, but barely, squeezing her soft mounds almost uncomfortably tight. Heather dressed in a long sleeved shirt, pulling on her favourite pair of jeans, tight enough to hug her delectable thighs and well shaped rear. She even put on a pair of earrings she'd received a couple of years ago as a birthday present from her mother, though she'd never worn them, preferring standard studs to the flashy gems she now put on. Heather looked in her mirror, seeing her new irises all but glow, though they seemed a little less outstanding with the flashy earrings. She hoped they would distract people from her odd change. While Heather was certain everyone had noticed her new eye colour, no one said anything. They simply looked at her for a few seconds, before turning away, whether out of kindness or simply finding them too creepy to look at for long, Heather didn't care. Her swim practice went very well, the speed of her freestyle having increased dramatically, even her butterfly stroke had improved vastly, and it was her least preferred style. "Damn, where'd you get the steroids from?" One of her friends, Sharon, asked jokingly. Heather chuckled as she dried herself off in the joint shower/locker room, glad that everything was as it should be, even if she was still unnerved whenever she saw herself. "Family secret." She replied, the two laughing it off. As Sharon laughed, her large bust bounced slightly up and down, catching Heather's eye, her focus turning to them. Sharon was, by most definitions, extremely good looking. Her body, toned from swim practice and other endeavours, was covered in light muscles that enhanced her femininity, her pectoral muscles keeping her breasts perky, the soft mounds bordering on DD territory. People often described a woman's breasts as marshmallows due to their softness, and that was true in Sharon's case, Heather having brushed against them on more than one occasion. They also bounced like jelly whenever she did a brisk walk or light run. Her skin, a light mocha colour, was flawed only by the stretch marks. Sharon had not always been a beautiful, athletic young woman of eighteen years, no, throughout her initial teenage years, she had been on the edge of obese, none of the weight stemming from muscles. It was only after her father tragically passed away in a car accident, that Sharon had adopted her new physique, putting in countless hours over the course of three long years to lose her weight and become the beautiful woman her dad always said she was. She and Heather had known each since Freshman year, both having lost their fathers recently, and that each also enjoyed exercising. They had joined the swim team at the same time, since then, they were what many would consider to be best friends. Now, as Heather looked at her friend's naked body properly, she wanted more than that. The shock at such a thought, forced her to look away quickly, returning her attention to her own body, frowning down at herself as she did so. It was hard to say, but her breasts looked to be even bigger, something she quickly confirmed when she tried to put on her bra, and failed to even do the strap. "Had a growth spurt, Heather?" Sharon asked, looking over at her friend, seeing her struggling with the bra. "Think so. This frigging bra fit just a couple of hours ago." She replied, grunting with effort. "Here, let me try and help." Sharon offered, walking over and immediately taking the straps from Heather's grasp, who moved her hands instantly, as if she had received an electric shock, and, in a sense, she had. The fact that Sharon was inches away from her grasp was strangely prominent in her mind, as if the coloured girl was emanating a heat akin to an inferno. Heather felt her face heating up, blush creeping across her cheeks. It didn't make sense, the two had seen each other naked far more than a lot of girls their age saw each other, not only that, but they had even touched each other's breast on a dare, and yet nothing like this had happened. Heather didn't say anything, merely groaning or grunting whenever Sharon pulled too hard, until she finally gave up. "Yeah, that things not working. Wanna try one of mine? I brought a spare." Sharon offered, already heading over to the bench where her bag sat. Heather couldn't resist glancing over and watching as Sharon's large, near perfect rear swayed as she walked away, even if it was only a few steps. When she turned around, Heather immediately glanced away, instead taking her bra off and putting it onto the bench. In the midst of her confusion, she finally took notice of a drop of moisture running down her inner thighs. She didn't say or move, hoping that it was just a stray drop of water that she'd missed, but in the back of her mind she knew it was her own juices. Sharon returned just as Heather was about to wipe away the fluid. "Thanks, Sharon." Heather said and began to put the bra on, finding it was just a touch too big, however, if she grew even more over the course of the day, then it would feel just right in no time. "No problem, you know I've got your back. Oh, hey, you missed a spot." The black girl said, reached down with a towel and wiping away the moisture on Heather's legs, though she, thankfully, didn't think to look a bit further up. "Huh? Oh, uh, thanks." Heather nearly tripped on her own words. She wanted to masturbate, the heat in her pussy almost palpable, but she held back, dressing as best she could and doing her best not to stimulate herself, something that was becoming harder as she felt her panties against her lips. As she pulled on her jeans, Heather was forced to bite her bottom lip in an attempt to keep her moans subdued, the tight pants pressing her panties against the moist vulva, now swollen with her arousal. She glanced at Sharon, who was getting dressed as well, her back facing Heather, who found herself entranced, seeing her friend struggling to yank her own jeans up, her pair even tighter than Heather's, despite having wider hips and a much better rear. The flesh looked so firm to the eye, but the way it quaked with every sharp motion Sharon made told another story. Heather felt her hands moving and looked down. Her fingers looked as if they were cupping something, the digits twitching, almost as though trying to grasp a round object of sorts. She quickly forced them to her sides, both to keep them from making the rude gestures, and to hopefully prevent herself from groping herself. Sharon was too busy getting dressed herself, thankfully failing to notice Heather's unconscious lustful movements. "I'll, uh, see you later, Sharon." She said and gathered her things, walking briskly to exit the room, leaving her friend to her own devices. Sharon's brow furrowed as she looked in the direction Heather had left, trying to figure out why her friend was acting so strange. She had resisted the urge to ask about Heather's eyes, despite how odd they were, however she knew her friend was uncomfortable about them, obvious from her shy demeanour and how she avoided looking Sharon in the eye. The coloured girl worried about Heather, but decided she would tell her when she was ready. Heather rushed to the restroom. Classes were set to start in little under ten minutes, and she was at least a five minute walk away from the classroom, however the smouldering heat in her crotch would not be ignored; the lust invading her thoughts whenever she tried to push it aside. Mercifully, the stalls were all empty, the only other occupant at that time being a girl in Heather's class who was just washing her hands, as such she quickly went to the furthest stall and locked herself inside. She pulled down her pants as fast as possible, her eyes widening when she heard a small tearing sound, looking down she saw that she had torn the front of her panties in her zeal to pleasure herself. The damaged cloth didn't bother her for long, as she could now practically feel the heat her pussy radiated. She heard the door close as the other girl left. Heather finally released a low moan, her fingers at last touching her moist desire, the lips swollen and all but pleading for more, her slender digits all too eager to do so, as she dipped them into her pussy. The walls were tight as always, clenching around the two invading fingers, trying to milk them as if they were dicks, even as she wiggled them about, driving them to the knuckle before pulling back. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, the sensations mounting then leaping to greater heights as her thumb once again met her clitoris. In the back of her mind, Heather swore it felt bigger, not just swollen with her arousal, but as if it had actually grown, however that only meant one thing to her at that moment; pleasure. Her thumb pressed down harder as she added a third finger to her snatch. The feeling of her walls being stretched out drove a high moan from her lips. Heather immediately began to thrust her fingers into herself, using her wrist as she did so, every time she pulled back forcing her thumb to push down on her swollen button, each time sending a burst of building ecstasy through her. The restroom had an echo to it, something that was highlighted as Heather panted and moaned, occasionally crying out in a high pitched expression of her pleasure. Her legs were spread now, the jeans bundled around her ankles, while her panties remained where they were, the hole torn into them being pushed aside by her fingers. If she moved her thumb, one could easily see the shape of her clit, engorged on blood and desire. As she pleasured her pussy, Heather reached up with her free hand, and quickly took hold of her still covered breast. The hard nubs atop each tit even poked through her borrowed bra. She could feel them poking ever so slightly into her hands, the bullet like peaks almost as sensitive as her delightful clit, the building pressure and heat of her approaching climax feeling like a burn in her abdomen, slowly rising. Heather's moans reverberated off the walls, rebounding to run through her mind, fuelling the desires raging in her mind. Unbidden, the image of Sharon, naked as the day she was born, came to mind, but Heather couldn't stop herself, nor did she want to. The imaginary Sharon began to sensually turn around, granting her friend a full, perfect view of her ass and swollen pussy, before reaching back with her hands and pulling apart her large, gorgeous cheeks, revealing her tight rosebud to Heather. The masturbating teen's moans rose to an even greater frequency. Her hands were moving faster and harder now. The one at her pussy moved around, now using her palm to press against her clit, while her three fingers continued to thrust in to the knuckle inside her cunt, the flexible digits performing a 'come hither' motion inside herself, pushing scorching flames of ecstasy to the always increasing bliss, bringing her to the edge. Heather, in a final bid to find release, even as she groped her own breast even harder, suddenly forced her pinkie finger to stretch her drenched walls even further. Heather's head flew back, barely stopping short of the basin behind her, as she ascended her own pleasure to reach cloud nine, her pussy expressing such joy in the form of her copious juices spraying forth to coat her hand and the toilet seat. All thought process, except what pertained to her pleasure, shut down. Heather's breaths came in quick, heavy pants. She would scream when her fingers twitched, running across the even wetter, highly sensitive walls of her pussy, until her bliss addled mind decided she was thirsty. Almost frenzied, Heather removed her hand, bringing it to her face, where her mouth hung open and her tongue reached out. She tasted her juices at the tip of her tongue, moaning at flavour, something that put any and everything she had ever tasted to shame, and promptly forced as much of her hand inside her slavering maw. Heather licked all over her palm and fingers, moaning from the taste while her body and mind continued to exist in a state of pure ecstasy. When she had cleaned her hand, she forced it back to her pussy, drenching it once again in a sudden, high pressured burst of her juices. Heather did this again and again, until her orgasm came to an end, several minutes later. She leaned back, panting as if she had just ran a marathon. Despite this, Heather wasn't sweating in the slightest. She ran a hand over her forehead, pushing away her hair behind her ear, the black strands almost as dry as bone, though some were now covered in a small amount of her spit, from her earlier attempt at devouring her own juices, the taste still on her tongue, strong and delicious. Heather couldn't resist licking her lips, finding that a small amount of her juices were still on them, bringing a low moan of delight from her mouth. She had never tried something like that before, tasting her own juices, and she almost wanted to kick herself for not doing it sooner, especially considering the fact that she had always been a prolific girl, more than half of her orgasms resulting a powerful squirt of her cum. Heather sighed happily as she relaxed, until a buzzing from her phone made her jump. She reached down into her bundled up jeans. She looked and saw it was text from one of her friends in her class, asking where she was. Heather looked at the time and paled, her already near alabaster skin somehow losing even more colour, at the fact that it was half an hour into her class. Her school was far from lenient towards tardiness, treating the indiscretion on par with assault, though Heather had never understood why that was the case, but that was far from her problem at that moment. She stood and pulled her jeans back up, ignoring her torn underwear, even shuddering in pleasure as the inside of her pants touched the slightly bare. As she was looking down she swore her bust was even bigger already. "What the fuck is going on?" She asked herself aloud, her voice barely a whisper, slightly husky from her residual lust. Unable to help herself, she took off her shirt and gave her breasts a careful look, seeing that the bra, which should have been at least two cup sizes too big, fit perfectly... actually, it was almost tight. Another buzz from her phone brought her back to reality. She was out of the bathroom and walking, almost running, to her class. When she arrived, she gave her apologies and took her seat. Her friend, Wendy, was sat at her side and leaned over. "Where were you?" She asked, whispering so as not to attract the teacher's attention. "I, uh... um, had a few, uh, things to take care of." She said, knowing she didn't sound at all convincing. Wendy didn't say anything more, shrugging and returning her attention to the front. The rest of the day passed without incident to Heather's fortune, and she climbed into her care with a sigh of relief. In each lesson, she had been unable to focus, her attention often swaying to her classmates, though only the girls. When Heather caught herself looking, she would turn away, blushing slightly and immediately tried to return her focus to the lesson. She pushed aside those thoughts and drove back home, smiling at the fact that she had the weekend to figure this out. Nice n' Slimy Ch. 01 She opened the door and walked in, setting her bag down and kicking her shoes off. Like always, it was so relaxing to be home, but today more so than ever, as she felt almost... lethargic. She walked up the stairs, heading to her bed, but looked to the shower. She thought back to her earlier masturbation, and decided she should wash up and change her panties. Heather grinned lazily as she walked up, slowly stripping off her clothes as she went up; first her shirt, then her jeans on which a damp spot had formed. The bra was tighter than before as well, but Heather didn't care, as she discarded that and then her damaged panties, the torn fabric soaked through in her juices. It was strange that she hadn't noticed it earlier. Heather began to lightly hum to herself as she opened the bathroom door. Anyone who saw her might believe the teen was on drugs, but Heather was perfectly sober... she hoped at least. She turned on the water, feeling it heating up quickly, soon at the desired temperature. Heather sighed as she climbed into the shower, feeling the water pelting her in a near perfect massage, sending any tension in her body down the drain, even though she felt so languid she could have been a liquid herself. She reached up to run a hand through her silky hair, but paused in part shock and part confusion. She grabbed a lock of it and brought it to her face. It wasn't black, or it was, but it was turning a lighter colour at a rapid pace, literally right before her eyes. Heather wasn't sure how to react, her mind still foggy and unable to think clearly, her brow simply furrowing in confusion. The impact of the water on her skin was becoming less noticeable now, if anything, it felt as though the water was passing through her, even though it still had an impact of sorts. Heather knew she should be scared, or at least disturbed to some extent, however her mind was just as lethargic as ever, unable and unwilling to think about what was happening to her. She continued to look at her hair, no longer black and quickly turning a light blue. Then, at long last, her mind realised the terror it should be feeling. Her hand, the one holding her hair, was disappearing... no, it wasn't disappearing, it was turning blue and transparent. Heather let go of her locks, no longer able to see as several locks of her hair fused together, all the while becoming longer and longer, reaching down to her back. Her eyes couldn't widen any further, staring in horrified curiosity as the changes to her hand crept along her arm. She couldn't see anything she would have expected; no bones, no veins. Nothing. Her flesh was a cobalt blue, see-through, but distinctly solid to the eye. Heather opened her mouth to scream. She knew it wouldn't do anything, but, on the off chance that someone heard her, they could help. She took a deep breath and was about to scream, but stopped as a powerful cough came over her, cutting off the attempt to cry for help. Her hands went to her throat on instinct, her eye catching the sight of the left hand, in the exact same state as her right, but that made no true impact on her at that point, as she felt her hands seem to go inside her neck. The force and speed she moved with was significant, but it should be impossible for this to happen. Needing to see what was happening, Heather left the shower and moved to the mirror. It had yet to steam up, letting her see everything happening to her body in clear detail, even if she half wished she couldn't. Heather pulled her arms away, her hands pulling out of her neck, which was also blue and transparent, exactly like her arms were, the colouration spreading past her shoulders, now rushing down her torso. To her surprise, her nipples were hard as they could be, even though the heat in the room was enough to nearly qualify as a sauna, meaning the peaks were either in state of constant erection now, or she was somehow aroused by what was happening. The change now reached her breasts. Heather suddenly felt her arousal. She couldn't resist the moan that passed her lips, now able to feel the odd sensations of her body's transformation. Heather struggled to figure out a way to describe to herself, even summarising it as weird didn't seem adequate. It was like having cool water slowly pouring all over her, yet it was warm as well. Her body nearly felt as it was burning with desire, but also fear, however that did little to temper her arousal, as her transformed hands acted on her sudden urges, seemingly latching onto her pussy to immediately thrust her fingers inside. She could feel the walls tightening around her once again, but there was no moisture. In the back of her mind she knew it was because her very hands were now made of fluid. The continued transformation progressed further and further down her body. As she pleasured herself, one hand thrusting four of her altered digits into her cunt, while the other rubbed and pushed against her clit. She had done the same thing twice that day, however now was different, the sensations driving out her fear and replacing it with pure desire, pushing moans from her lips in chorus of lust. Her voice was no different than before, despite her vocal chords no longer seeming to exist, though it was somewhat husky, as if designed to seduce. Her new body was quickly forming now, as the change spread to her chin and crotch. Heather's moans rose in pitch as she continued to masturbate. She didn't care if her legs were rapidly turning blue, or that her face was already transformed up to her nose, her desire overriding any concerns outside of the pleasure. The shower continued to run in the background, completely ignored as she felt the first wave of pleasure beginning to rise within, her moans turning to cries as she came, despite having only begun less than a minute ago. Nonetheless her ecstasy was as complete as ever, personified as she threw her head back and voiced her climax to the world, even as her body finished its transformation. Despite the intense orgasm, it soon ended and Heather saw the world go dark around her. Everything felt so weird. That was her first thought as she opened her eyes, seeing the ceiling of her bathroom come into focus, the plain white paint on it the same as always. She turned her head to the side, the rack of towels with one having fallen to the floor, before turning to the other to see the sink. Nothing had changed from what she saw, but everything felt... off. She raised her hands to rub the sides of her head, thinking it would calm her down somewhat, only to see what had become of her. In an instant, Heather was on her feet and looking in the mirror. "This can't be me. This can't..." She trailed off, raising a finger to touch her face. Her skin, or rather her entire body, was an ocean blue colour, yet it was somewhat transparent. She could see the towels behind her, and the fact that none of her organs were visible, though she figured it was probably for the best, considering how strange and terrifying her situation already was. Her finger met her face, poking into it as it would her skin like normal, but then she applied pressure. Her eyes went wide as her finger sunk, to the knuckle, inside her face, however that was not the strangest part of the act. Heather bit her bottom lip, glad to find she still had teeth, to suppress a deep moan of pleasure. Her finger moved within her cheek, sending ripples of pleasure across her new body. Heather quickly realised what was about to happen, and removed the finger, moaning as she did so. Taking deep breaths, to calm herself and looked to the mirror once more, running her eyes over her new body. As she looked between her arms and torso, she noticed some parts of her body were darker than others, particularly her breasts, granting them a more solid appearance, though Heather was certain she could penetrate any part of her body. She stood on her tip toes, glad that they were solid enough to do so, and raising her pelvis just enough to get a look at her crotch. She wasn't sure if she wanted to cry in relief or in worry. Her pussy was still there. It was completely solid to her eye, a much darker shade of blue than even her breasts, which she now realised still had nipples, the engorged nubs as dark as her genitalia. She returned her gaze to her sex, noticing that it was leaking a fluid that ran along her legs, even though she would have thought it would be absorbed into her. Testing this, Heather walked back to the shower and put her hand under the now cold water, finding that it either stopped upon meeting her as normal, or simply passed through altogether. She remembered having read a strange story about a slime girl, that she needed moisture to exist, but that didn't seem to be the case. She turned the shower off and went back to looking over her body. Lightly, Heather began to run her hands over her arms and legs, carefully so as not to sink into herself again. It was strange, like her body had only changed in colour and sensitivity, but it was still perfectly fine. Steeling herself, Heather pushed a hand into her arm, barely stifling a moan in the process and saw as her fingers wiggled inside herself, retaining their shape and solidarity. She pulled them back and studied them, finding that no moisture was on any of her digits, even though her insides felt distinctly wet, eerily similar to her pussy in fact. The thought brought her curiosity to the drooling snatch. It was strange that she still retained her genitals. Repeated looks over her torso made her certain that she no longer had a womb, let alone ovaries, and yet her vagina seemed to be the most solid part of her. She recalled how sensitive the inside of her body was now, almost exactly as her pussy had been earlier that morning, requiring all of her will power not to masturbate. Thoughts passed through her mind, none of them logical, however logic had long since abandoned her. If her body was like a pussy, did that also mean it could function as a womb of sorts? But of course she didn't have any eggs, or at least nothing to hold them as far as she could see. She stopped her hands from venturing her pussy for now. She wanted to explore the rest of her body first, particularly her face, something Heather had been too distracted to really look at earlier. She returned to the mirror and focused her gaze on her facial features, holding an arm in front of her breasts, something that was becoming more and more tempting to her, to keep her attention where she wanted it. Heather noted how her face was indeed a darker shade than the rest of her, and the only part, aside from her nipples and vagina, that wasn't see-through. Not only that, but its structure had changed somewhat as well. Her eyes seemed a touch bigger. The iris had turned an even lighter shade of blue than before, definitely glowing, and the speck at the centre of her pupil was even bigger. She squinted at it, trying to gage how big it was, and noticed that it was in a shape of sorts, like a scribbled star to a certain extent. Her eyelashes remained, though they were blue like the rest of her now, but appeared longer and thicker than before, while a dark strip of her body passed as eyebrows. Her nose had shrunk a touch from its slightly oversized form before, granting her a cute button nose. Heather noticed her lips were slightly fuller as well. Then there was her hair, if it could still be called that. From the top of her head fell a dozen ropes of navy blue, each one reaching the top of her rear, something she turned to see, noting that it was at least an inch bigger. Heather returned her focus to the ropes of hair she now sported, thinking they distinctly resembled tentacles of a sort, especially as she waved them about. On a whim, Heather tried to focus on them, summoning all of her willpower to try and make her hair move, however nothing happened. She wasn't disappointed, having expected it not to work in the first place. She continued to look herself over. If not for her strange, transparent skin, Heather felt certain she'd pass for a model. Her waist was slim as before, though no longer showing off the beginnings of her six pack, her legs were long and pleasing to the air, while her ass was pert as ever and pleasingly bigger too. However that didn't make a difference, no matter how good she looked, if she couldn't go out in public. All manner of science fiction plot lines passed through her head, of her being taken for research, or turned into a weapon somehow, or even kidnapped by a crazed woman and used for their pleasure. Heather frowned at the last one, not recalling any movie or novel with such a plot line. That was soon pushed out of her mind however. Heather couldn't move anymore, her arms went limp at her sides, her legs kept her upright but remained still. Even her eyelids no longer worked. Terror gripped her, a pounding sound rising in her ears, the noise exactly like that of a heartbeat, something wasn't sure she had anymore. As she stood there, frozen in place, Heather noticed her skin changing colour. It hadn't crossed her mind until then, but she was surprisingly calm about this, taking a more analytical view despite the abnormal, to put it mildly, occurrences throughout the day. And now, her skin was returning to normal. Her normal, lightly tanned flesh spread rapidly over her body. It was faster than her prior change, her arms and legs having already returned to normal, promptly followed by her torso and head. To her surprise, it felt... peculiar to be in her normal skin, even as she regained her ability to move. Heather's body retained its augmented appearance, though her breasts looked to be even bigger already. As before, she tested it by finding and putting on her borrowed bra, soon realising that it was too tight, constricting the soft mounds to the point of pain. She let it fall to the floor and left the bathroom. Back in her room, Heather sat on her bed. There was very little she could do at that time, at least, nothing that wouldn't lead to possible imprisonment and 'human' experimentation. Did she even count as human anymore? Even if she did, and she told someone like her mother, then they'd simply classify her as an unknown organism to be studied. A morbid grin appeared on her lips, thinking that if she was lucky, she'd be freed after a few years if enough people were to protest. Heather let herself fall back, lying on her sheets as she struggled to think of a way to solve this, but nothing came to mind, except to stay as she was, but something nagged at the corners of her mind. Heather felt certain she wouldn't be able to maintain her human state for very long periods. The sun eventually began to set. She should feel hungry by now, especially since she had barely eaten anything all day, however her stomach remained silent and she felt no true desire to eat. Heather put a hand to her stomach, noting her muscular abdomen was no longer as toned as before, though her skin was still smooth and tight. As she laid there, Heather felt her eyelids growing heavy, a sudden need to sleep coming unbidden, but welcome nonetheless. She let darkness envelop her consciousness and slept throughout the night. When morning came, Heather knew the day wouldn't be good for her. She sat up, having slept on the covers, and noted the near burning sensation in her throat, her attempts to swallow only increasing the pain. She walked to her bathroom, immediately running the tap and leaning down to drink as much as she could, letting it fill her mouth before swallowing it down. As she repeated the action, she felt the burn subside, however it was still there, smouldering in the background. When the sensation was at a point she could ignore it, Heather stood up straight and looked at herself. Unlike yesterday, when she had looked like a model, she now looked horrible. Her hair may as well have been dipped in a vat of grease. Her eyes had dark circles under them, despite having slept rather soundly, while her cheeks looked slightly hallow and unhealthy. Heather's lips were thinner as well. From the neck downwards the only side of her that hadn't changed was her bust, still as perky and large as ever, maybe even bigger. Beneath them however, her waist was deathly thin, the simple act of breathing in allowing her to her ribs. From her waist her once shapely hips barely had any flare to them, in kind, her ass was greatly shrunken, only just retaining its shape. Heather met her reflected gaze, seeing her eyes were dull and near lifeless. Was she dying? The thought came unbidden, but remained with her for several minutes as she stared at herself, taking note of how skinny her arms had become. She could hide her limbs easily enough, however Sharon was sure to notice, given their close friendship. The thought of her friend being even somewhat repulsed by her appearance brought a grimace to her face, the mere idea that she might lose one of her limited, true friends enough to bring a small tear to her eye. Heather shook the pessimism free, both figuratively and literally, even going so far as to slap herself. The sting did its job, allowing her to focus once more. Her school was strict about absence. Missing a single day could mean temporary expulsion, weeks of detention, or being expelled. None of the prospects were appealing to Heather, who worked quickly, giving her hair a fast wash to make it appear less greasy, while applying her makeup in such a way that her cheeks looked somewhat fuller. Despite the day being fairly warm already, Heather pulled on a loose, long sleeved shirt and a similar pair of jeans, sighing in relief that they made her limbs appear normal as always. So long as no one looked closely, Heather appeared to be as normal as possible. As she was about to leave her house, she stopped as a curiosity came over her. Heather's sitting room had a large mirror that easily showed most of her top half, as such she moved to stand in front of it. Yume had left a short while ago, leaving her without fear of discovery with the curtains pulled closed. Heather took a deep breath and pictured herself as she was yesterday, that is to say, her strange new body. After a while she couldn't feel anything, causing her to open her eyes in both relief and disappointment, but was soon pleased as she looked at herself. Her body was as it had been except with clothes on top. It surprised her that her outfit seemed perfectly dry. Heather looked at her hands and, with a quick thought and a blink, she found her body to be human again, despite having felt nothing. Another thought and she was blue again. Heather looked herself over in that form, noting how light her body appeared, the colour resembling clear water rather than the deep, cobalt shade it had been. In the back of her mind, she knew it was because she was malnourished, but Heather had no way of knowing what her body needed. She had drunk possibly gallons of water less than an hour ago, but that had only relieved her somewhat. Solid food had no draw either. She had considered making herself breakfast, but nothing was appealing in the slightest. A glance at her phone forced the concern from her mind, as she rushed out of the door, her classes beginning in less than ten minutes, barely enough time for her to make it. Heather fortunately lived fairly close to her school, though far enough that she couldn't walk it without taking almost an hour. She managed to park fairly quickly and make it to her class, however only with a single minute to spare. She took her seat and prepared herself for the day to come. Her classes passed by in a haze of unfocused discomfort. She couldn't pay attention to the lessons, barely catching enough to take notes, before her mind wandered. In the majority of her classes, about half of the students were female, most of which were good looking, catching her attention whenever she tried, and failed, to focus. To her fortune, the school day came to an end without anyone noticing her odd behaviour, but there was one final obstacle to overcome. Heather paced slowly to the pool, hoping she could get away with sitting out that evening. Nice n' Slimy Ch. 01 Sharon was already there in the locker room. She caught sight of Heather and waved her over, even as she undid the clasp of her bra, releasing her bountiful chest to the world. "Did the bra work?" She asked nonchalantly, pulling down her panties now. Heather blushed and tried to keep her eyes away, but they were inevitably drawn back to the perfect, heart shaped cheeks of Sharon's rear or the perky, teardrop shaped breasts on her chest. "Uh, y-yeah, but I... kinda outgrew it already." She said, reaching into her bag and pulling it, glad that she had remembered it, considering her earlier state of mind. Sharon's eyes went wide as she took her underwear back, checking to make sure it was a DD. "Shit, you're really growing aren't you?" She asked jokingly, putting in her own bag, "Guess we'll have to go shopping soon, to tell you the truth they've been feeling a bit tight for me as well." Sharon explained, already planning out her purchases while Heather simply nodded and began to undress as well, forgetting her poor state as she looked at her friend, only tearing her gaze away when Sharon glanced her way. As she pulled off her top, her large E cup breasts bouncing as she did so, their buoyancy akin to jelly, despite their firm appearance. Heather nearly gasped in shock at herself, seeing that her body was as it had been a couple of days ago; her stomach, arms and legs as toned as ever. She caught her reflection in one of the highly polished lockers and found her cheeks were naturally fuller as well. "Was it all a dream?" She asked herself under her breath. "What was that?" Sharon asked in response, pulling on her two piece swimsuit, forcefully fitting her breasts into the outfit. Heather didn't openly acknowledge it, but she could clearly see her friend's nipple poking through the material. "N-nothing, just talking to myself." She replied and went about getting ready herself. As she did so, she noticed her clit was larger than she remembered, possibly larger than when she was masturbating, the pleasurable nub jutting almost half an inch from its hood. Fortunately, her swimsuit wasn't tight enough to highlight it, making the odd protrusion easy enough to hide. She walked out into the gradually setting sunlight, the air still warm and welcoming as Spring came into full effect. The other girls on the swim team were already warming up. Heather quickly realised a new predicament that put her earlier situation to shame. The girls were all fit, their bodies honed from practice and well cared for even during vacations, and their bodies reaped the benefit of such care. Each girl's breasts couldn't be smaller than C cups, each of them shaped as if sculpted from some kind of marble, their nipples jutting out due to the contrasting temperatures of the pool and the air. To Heather, each of her teammates could pass for models with ease. She found it impossible to look away. Swimming was strangely easy however. Heather glided through the water as if she were swimming through air, her focus where it needed to be and her finely tuned muscles working perfectly in sync with one another. It made it seem like her worries from the morning were completely unfounded, that she had simply slept wrong or accidently drunk some of her mother's wine. She completed her final lap and climbed from the pool, breathing deeply despite not feeling any exhaustion from the ten laps. Sharon came over, a towel over her shoulders, moisture still coating her face and body. "Seriously, if you're taking something, you'd better hook me up too." She said, sitting down beside her friend. "It's nothing like that, I just feel really good in the water lately." Heather replied, a smile on her face, her first genuine one in the past two days. It was true; in the water she felt like the wind, or rather, like the fluid itself, but she retained her will and muscle, able to create the strong current that would carry her to her destination. Even in her mind it didn't make a good deal of logical sense, but it was as good an explanation that she could think of, besides her being some kind of liquid creature that is. "Huh, no shit? Guess I'd better work hard then, or you'll leave me in the dust." Sharon joked, cracking her knuckles for effect. Heather, acting without thought, turned to her friend and looked into her eyes. "I'd never leave you behind. After all, you're my best friend, we'll always be together right?" She said, leaning in close with a small grin on her face. Sharon returned the expression. "Of course we will." She said replied and the two bumped fists, it being their form of a hug, though Heather had every desire to change that. As the two sat there, Heather felt her body heating up. She couldn't keep her attention on the other girls or the scenery, her eyes always falling on Sharon, at least when she wasn't looking. The heat continued to rise, centred in a familiar area, only it wasn't like it was before. It was similar, but unlike the pleasurable warmth masturbating gave her, as it built greater and greater becoming almost painful. Sharon saw the discomfort on her face. "Are you alright?" Heather only nodded curtly, not trusting herself to open her lips for fear of what might come out. Sharon wasn't convinced, "Yeah, you're not. You can go early, we'll be done in like thirty minutes anyway." She said, using her authority as the vice-captain. "Aren't I supposed to give the orders around here?" Heather asked with a brief chuckle as she stood. "Yeah, but only when you're being honest. Then it's my turn to push you around." Sharon replied, grinning up at her friend, who turned to walk back to the locker room, waving in goodbye. Sharon returned the gesture, even though Heather couldn't see. As she walked, Heather finally realised what the cause of the strange heat was, though she wished she didn't. She kept her head lowered as she opened the locker room door, hearing no one else inside, and walked in. She couldn't keep her eyes away from it, the abnormal growth jutting obscenely from her crotch, the shape easily recognisable, even to her virgin eye. Heather, in terrified curiosity, stripped down once more. Her eyes remained locked on her new appendage. Someone could walk in and she wouldn't have cared, the cock... her cock, taking up every thought in her mind. It wasn't hard, nor was it very large. Beneath it were two orbs, as small as the penis was, each one no bigger than large grapes, contained in a taut sac of flesh. Her phallus was similar, the skin smooth as the rest of her flesh was. It actually looked somehow feminine, despite the fact that it had no place on a woman's body, especially one that had been born completely female in the first place. To her surprise, Heather was felt less surprised by the fact that she had spontaneously grown a penis, over the fact that it was still soft. It only looked to be two inches in length at the time. Easily hidden, she thought in relief and went about getting dressed quickly, hoping no one would come in before she could get her jeans on. Luck, despite how one might perceive it, was on her side as she was pulling on her shirt just as someone walked in. They greeted her politely, Heather returning the gesture, before they headed to the showers. She piled her swimsuit into her bag and was soon exiting the room, waving goodbye to Sharon through the fence, before getting into her car. The sun was just beginning to fall beneath the horizon now, darkening the landscape in shadows. Heather would have found it creepy had she not experienced worse in the previous two days. The drive home was the same as always. Until she pulled into her driveway and opened her car door, wincing slightly at the horrible creaking sound it made, as she immediately stumbled with her first step, almost falling to the ground. Heather began to breathe heavily. She was panicking, nor was she in pain, but she felt weak. Heather stood up, her legs unsteady and looked at herself, seeing her arms thinning rapidly, until they appeared to be nothing but skin and bone. She left her bag in the car, not trusting herself to be able to carry it. Walking came easily enough, but she had to constantly stop to draw breath. By the time she had reached the door, Heather was panting in near exhaustion, but something kept pushing her onward. She felt like she would keel over any minute, but at the same time she knew her salvation was inside her home, just one door away. Heather entered and immediately heard the sound of her mother in the kitchen, making a cup of traditional Japanese tea. "Oh, Heather you're home. Good, I needed to talk to you." Yume said, walking into the hallway to see her daughter, haggard and out of breath, "What happened?" She asked, putting the tea cup aside and rushing to her child, genuine fear and concern etched into her face. "N-nothing. I'm fine, just need some..." Heather trailed off, finding her mouth was too dry to speak properly, and she couldn't muster any spit to moisten it. She looked at her mother, seeing a horrified realisation dawning on the Japanese woman's face. "Oh, god no," She began in a whisper of disbelief, before draping Heather's arm over her shoulders and bringing her to the sitting room, sitting her down on the couch, "Heather... did you ingest anything strange in the past few days?" Yume asked, her voice and gaze as serious as if this was a war meeting. "N-no, but I had a weird dream. This blob or something, forced itself inside me." Heather said, each syllable coming slowly. To her surprise, Yume grinned widely. "So that was you. Excellent, this wouldn't have worked nearly so well if anyone else had taken it." She said excitedly, pulling out a small notepad and paper, writing rapidly on it. "What are you talking about?" Heather asked, her voice stronger than before. "That door wasn't left open by accident, dear, if it was you'd have been escorted out of that room the moment you set foot inside. I removed all of the security measures myself," Yume explained, all the while continuing to write, "You see the 'blob' as you called it, was an experimental, manmade organism. It couldn't live very long on its own, however with a host its lifespan increased, but not by long. By itself, the organism could survive a day at most outside of the containers, but with a host it ranged from two to four days." Heather wanted punch her mother, but even raising an arm seemed like an impossible task at that moment. Hearing no interruption, Yume continued. "We wanted to see how long a human being would last, but of course, we couldn't get permission for such an experiment. They wouldn't even let us use death row inmates. As such, I invited your class for a field trip, knowing one of you teenage girls wouldn't be able to resist a peak. Of course I couldn't be certain one of them would open the vials, but that clearly didn't matter." Heather stared at her parent, horror on her sunken face, "And now here you are." Yume looked up from the notepad, setting it aside before taking a deep breath. The two said nothing for over a minute. Heather, because she couldn't form words, and Yume unable to think of what to say. "I'm sorry," She said at last, "I thought that, with a human body and how brilliant they can be, anyone could survive. The moment I noticed it was you who'd taken it, I did everything I could to try and make some sort of nourishment, but found nothing. I was certain you'd live much longer than the animals did, after all you're my daughter. You're strong, intelligent and you don't give up." Yume said letting every emotion she'd kept buried rise to the surface. For so long she had been unable to express it, lest she compromise her position and lose their only remaining source of income, but now... it made no difference. If she could do nothing for Heather, then she wanted her only child to know she loved her. "I know we've hardly spoken, let alone been in the same room longer than five minutes, but I've kept an eye on you. I've seen recordings of all of your swim meets, I've got copies of your outstanding work on my office walls and I still have our pictures with your father." Heather couldn't believe what she was hearing, it was a total reversal of how her mother had acted just a few minutes ago, and yet she believed every word. No actor could hope to convey the remorse Yume spoke with at that moment. "I'm so sorry, Heather." Yume said and leaned her head against her daughter's bony shoulder, knowing it might be the last time she could do such a thing. The contact was all that was needed, as Heather felt her body move on its own, strength returning as her instincts finally made her conscious mind realise what she needed to survive. Yume was pushed away as Heather stood, looking down at her only surviving parent, the look in her eyes keeping her mother silent. "You have every right to be angry at-" Yume was stopped abruptly as Heather suddenly leaned down and pressed her thin lips against her mother's fuller set, catching the older woman off guard, forcing the lips to part. The moment they did, Yume gagged as something forced itself down her gullet, stimulating her gag reflex. Heather then pulled away, looking directly into her mother's eyes, seeing them going wide in fear, but also dulling as the near insignificant portion of her body dissolved in Yume's stomach "What... what did you do?" Yume asked, placing a hand on her stomach. "Don't worry about it. You were curious what that thing did to me right? Let me show you." Heather said and stepped back, reaching up and pulling her shirt off, revealing her already larger breasts to her mother, who found herself unable to look away. Next came her jeans, her flaccid penis coming into view, bulging through her panties. Yume glanced down at it, but soon returned her gaze to Heather's eyes. Heather could see from her peripheral vision that her dick was also bigger, despite having only grown it about twenty minutes ago, though only by half an inch at best. When the panties were removed she thought about her liquid state. Yume released a cross between a gasp and a scream. Right before her eyes, Heather's skin turned blue, the colouration spreading rapidly until it covered her entire body, before turning somewhat see through. As she finished her change, Heather felt heat flare in her chest and crotch, causing her to open her eyes as they altered further; her breasts, cock and balls growing before her very eyes, even though the change was mild. Her cock, two and a half inches before, reached four inches in length, while her breasts expanded to large F cups, capped by puffy, equally proportionate nipples. Her balls grew to the size golf balls. Heather looked down at her new growth. It was still see through like the majority of her body, but it was slightly darker and she could see a single vein of sorts running down the length, splitting into two and reaching down into her twin orbs, wherein she could see them beginning to turn an off white colour, tinted by her outer skin tone. Heather knew they were prostates, one for each testicle. The information came naturally, almost as if she knew everything about her body, despite it being completely new to her. Her larger breasts were the same as always, though her areolae puffed out a bit more. She looked at her mother with a small grin at the dulled expression. When they had kissed earlier, Heather had forced a portion of her new body inside. This would gradually dissolve, putting whoever ingested it into a kind of malleable state, making them more subjective to Heather's suggestions. All the while calming them and pushing the thought that whatever she wanted was for the best. Now, Heather strode over to her mother, straddling the dazed older woman and quickly removed the button up shirt Yume wore. "W-wait... we shouldn't." Was all she could say in protest, as Heather continued to undo the buttons as she replied. "You want to help me right? Then do as I say, trust me," She leaned down, her lips near Yume's ear, "Everything will be fine." Her mother shuddered as her warm breath ran over her sensitive ear, while relaxing as well, letting her child do as she saw fit. Heather pulled the shirt off, promptly followed by Yume's bra to free the confined C cups she sported. The slime girl moved one hand to them, feeling the yielding firmness with a nod of approval, while the other moved down to remove Yume's skirt and panties. Soon enough, Heather's mother was as naked as her daughter, whose hands roamed over the human's body, leaving behind small streams of fluid. As she did so, Heather noticed her mother's eyes clouding with lust. As before, Heather knew why this was happening. Simply coming into contact with her new body worked as a powerful aphrodisiac, bringing all those she touched into a state of constantly building arousal. Yume's breaths were beginning to come out as a small moans, her mind struggling to reject such feelings as her daughter bequeathed them unto her, the soft, slimy hands running over her breasts sending bursts of pleasure straight into her mind. Seeing the flush of desire on Yume's face, Heather began to press her larger tits against her mother's, while leaning down to once more kiss the older woman, knowing she wouldn't resist anymore. Despite herself, Yume returned the act of affection. As pleasure continued to build in the Japanese woman's body, Heather began the final stages. As she made out with her mother, she felt her body loosening in a sense, softening and allowing Yume's own body entry inside of it. Heather knew her mother could feel something strange happening, but the pleasure centred in her bosom and the mastery with which her daughter kissed her served as the ultimate distraction, even when her legs began to pull themselves up into Heather's body. When her legs curled up and had moved into the slime girl's abdominal region, she began to accept the arms and chest. Yume had long since closed her eyes in delight, but now she opened them. She looked down and saw most of her body was now inside Heather's, her arms and legs curling into a ball against her torso to better fit inside. She could feel a cool sensation running up her neck now, even as the heat of her desire flared greater with every second her daughter spent kissing her, Yume's fear took control and she struggled. Heather chuckled and pulled away from her lips, leaning down to nuzzle the side of her mother's throat, moving her arms around to hug and caress the nape of her neck. The older woman's moan turned low and husky even as her chin was engulfed. In under a minute, Yume was completely inside Heather's body. The slime girl turned and laid back on the couch, lightly caressing her massive belly, watching her mother sleeping inside as the final alterations were made. Heather yawned, her body's increase in strength abandoning her for the meantime, causing exhaustion to fall upon her. She fell asleep with her mother inside her stomach, also sleeping in a sense, while her body was altered to serve Heather's needs. They both slept dreaming of the other, though Heather's were somewhat more lewd. An indeterminable amount of time later, Heather awoke to a squirming sensation in her body. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, glancing around as she tried to remember where she was, before seeing her massive stomach out of the corner of her eye, upon which everything came flooding back. Yume squirmed around, despite her unconscious state, a new instinct having been implanted in her mind for this time. Heather spread her legs, moaning as she did so, the lips of her pussy bulging almost obscenely as she began to push. The act was almost completely the same as birthing, her vagina opening to release Yume back to the outside. Her moans increased as her mother's head crowned. Unlike the times a human birthed their child, the experience was one of divine pleasure for Heather, as she ran her hands over her body, no longer a light blue, the colour darkening as her strength returned. She could feel her vaginal walls stretching impossibly wide around Yume's shoulders, her mother taking deep breaths of air as she struggled to free herself, serving to pleasure the slime girl even further. Despite the near ecstatic sensations burning through her body, Heather's cock remained flaccid. She wasn't worried however, knowing it had yet to complete its own development. Nice n' Slimy Ch. 01 Yume had regained her consciousness now. She continued to squirm in an effort to aid her daughter, looking around all the while as she tried to recall what had happened, despite her memory being intact. Her mind was in a state of disarray; mere minutes ago being confused with Heather's first steps or Yume's wedding night, however, as her waist left the warm moist canal of her daughter's sex, she remembered what had transpired. Yume twisted around as best she could, causing Heather to moan loudly as her orgasm neared, the pleasure keeping pace with Yume's progress. Heather could feel her mother's hips passing through her. Yume looked upon the face of her child. Its features, though altered from the transformation, almost seemed to shine in her pleasure. Yume felt pride swell in her chest, both for herself and her daughter, knowing she was giving her pleasure, and that Heather was truly an incredible girl. She began to move more, less in an attempt to escape, but out of a desire to see her child orgasm as she gave 'birth'. Heather opened her eyes, closed in her pleasure, and saw the beaming face of her mother, the blazing eyes alight with desire and joy. The slime girl shot her a large grin before releasing a gasp, followed by a sharp cry as her climax descended. Her pussy convulsed rapidly. The ripples of her pleasure sending Yume tumbling out in a heap, Heather's juices gushing forth in pursuit, dousing the re-birthed woman in her pleasure. Yume remained where she was, awaiting the end of her daughter's climax before climbing onto the couch beside her. Heather's breaths came in sharp gasps as she calmed down, turning to look at her mother when the orgasm came to its complete end. "What did you do, sweetheart?" Yume asked, more curious than angry. Heather simple gave another grin before reaching over, her hand moving between her mother's thighs, where she gripped the new appendage; a cock roughly three inches long, laying atop a sac containing two balls, each the size of a cantaloupe. It may have been disproportionate, but for Heather it was necessary. Yume should have felt horrified, or at least concerned by the new growth, but she could only think that Heather needed it. "It would take too long to explain." Heather said, before slipping from the couch to her knees, moving quickly to spread Yume's legs and fully display her new genitalia. Yume only smiled, her mind, considered brilliant from a young age, already knowing why. Heather devoured her in a sense, though instead of digesting, she held Yume inside her body, where her new cells would enter the captive's pores and alter their body. Her theory as to why she had grown a phallus with far above average testicles was quickly confirmed, as Heather took it into her mouth. The slime girl's lips were almost completely solid. The purpose becoming clear as she carefully used them to massage her mother's cock, the flaccid phallus soon filling with blood and doubling in size. Heather moaned as she tasted her first drop of pre-cum, the fluid, to her, holding none of the bitter saltiness that so many girls claimed it did, instead it was a veritable bounty of delight. The flavour was one that couldn't be compared, nor did she want to, especially with the knowledge that in a short time a thicker, more delicious liquid would fill her. Heather moaned louder in her desire and began to bob her head back and forth. Yume could already feel a pressure building in her core. She had never experienced such a sensation before, however it was obvious what it was, as she placed both of her hands on her breasts, the mounds now highly sensitive through Heather's alterations. Her moans joined Heather's muffled sounds of delight, as the slime girl took all six inches in her mouth with rapid thrusts. Heather's tongue lathered the shaft in her affection, coaxing more pre to gush into her mouth, the amount far more than an average man's orgasm. The more she drank, the greater her need and pleasure grew. Both felt their individual orgasms nearing. Yume's moans turned into airy cries of animalistic lust, as she continued to maul her tits, pinching the long hard nipples between her thumb and forefinger regularly, the sounds of her bliss increasing each time. Heather's hands roamed her body, groping her F cups, before sinking a finger on each hand into her body as she ran down to her dripping snatch, immediately forcing her digits inside as her walls drenched them in her juices. Saliva drooled from Heather's lips as she moved faster. Yume pulled on her tis, hard, sending one final shockwave of bliss through her mind and body. Heather felt her mother's cock pulse wildly as her climax began. Cum raced through Yume's cock to be released in Heather's hungering maw. The slime girl's own ecstasy reaching its peak as the first gush coated her mouth, filling it with a taste even greater than Yume's pre, and sending Heather to cloud nine. Yume moved her hands to Heather's head, pushing it against her crotch as hard as she could, instinct driving her to try and prevent her daughter from pulling away, despite knowing she had no intention, nor desire to do so. Heather swallowed rapidly, cum gushing into her mouth almost too fast, however any that slipped past her lips would fall upon her body. It was soon absorbed into her body. In the back of Yume's mind she couldn't believe the amount of semen she was producing. By this point, thirty seconds in, she had cum without end, each release equal to a dozen prolific men. Her pleasure never ceased, always surging to greater heights as she continued to fill her only child's liquid body. Heather's own climax matched her mother's, her pussy spraying her juices against the carpeted floor in powerful jets, quickly creating a massive puddle of her sexual bliss. As Yume's ecstasy came to its end, Heather pulled away with a happy grin on her face. "Thanks, Mum." She said, licking a stray drop of cum on her lip. Her strength had returned on a temporary basis, reacting to her instincts to survive, the colouration of her body still close to crystal clear. Now however, her body had regained its original shade. "Is... that what you needed?" Yume panted, a lazy smile spreading on her face. Heather nodded, and stood, turning to present her large rear to her mother, whose cock twitched in desire. The phallus was still hard, a small river of cum running down its length as a reminder of her prior orgasm, mere seconds ago. "Almost, I need more though." Heather said, her voice husky with lust as she spread her vaginal lips. Yume gasped in shock and delight, as her daughter's virgin cunt sank down her tumescent cock, stealing its 'purity' and sending flares of pleasure throughout the new futanari's body. Heather cried out as she took all six inches, its size far from enough to fill her pussy to capacity, but the thick veins pulsing along its shaft brought waves of pleasure rushing through her mind and body. Yume knew she couldn't hold out very long, her second orgasm building just moments after the initial penetration. Heather could feel it herself, raising then dropping her pussy as fast as possible. Neither wanted it to end. The slime girl's moans resonated inside Yume's head, urging her on, ramping her lust to greater heights as she began to thrust her own hips. The mother's crotch met her daughter's shapely rear, the wet slap of flesh on liquid surface causing ripples to run across Heather's body. The sensations only furthered her own pleasure, feeling each hilting thrust all the way through to her breasts, which bounced fantastically as she was fucked. Yume could actually see them from her vantage point behind her daughter, the temptation too great. Heather cried out in pleasure as she felt hands on her supple tits. It might have been a product of the mind numbing ecstasy coursing through her very being, but she could have sworn they were already even bigger. She couldn't care less however, as her mother's hands expertly groped them, squeezing then reaching out with her fingers to pinch the long nipples, each one as long as Yume's pinkie finger and twice as thick. Heather felt it as her mother's cock throbbed powerfully within her, a certain signal of what was to come. She focused her muscles and rippled her walls around it, eager to milk every drop of semen. Yume had no chance of holding back any longer. She let her head fall back, mouth falling open in a soundless cry of bliss, her tongue lolling out to drool over her chin and onto her naked breasts. She reached around her daughter, pulling her tight as she too came, juices gushing around Yume's spurting prick. Heather could feel it deep inside of her; cum pouring into her body, feeding it and her desires. She didn't rest, grinding her hips against her mother's crotch, her own release soaking Yume's large balls. Heather couldn't help herself and looked down. She could see a ball inside of her stomach. The 'womb' as it seemed to be, was already swelling out with Yume's output, turning Heather's smooth abdomen into an expanding sphere of pure cum, until she appeared to be in the early stages of pregnancy. Yume simply continued her climax. Through her lust hazed eyes, she could see the swell of her daughter's stomach, the orb growing in all directions. It was very obviously full of cum, the off white fluid tinted blue by Heather's stretching flesh. The semen visibly churned within her as more and more was added. Neither could say a word. Heather's climax began to fade, however her bliss spiked once more as her mother unleashed a particularly potent load into her womb, swelling it out several inches from the single burst. She now looked to be nine months gone, assuming she were pregnant with twins, rather than the ball of cum expanding within her. Heather never wanted it to end, neither did her mother, but all good things must. Yume's seemingly unending flow of cum ended just as Heather looked fit to burst with triplets. They stayed where they were, panting as Yume went flaccid. When they had regained their breath, Yume needed to know something. "Why did I... cum so much... more?" She asked, still taking deep breaths, especially as Heather's pussy continued to gently milk her soft dick. "Because of my juices." Heather explained. Now certain that her mother was drained, she stood and turned around, almost brushing Yume's face with her truly gigantic stomach, "At least I think it was that," She continued, furrowing her brow in confusion, "I don't... quite..." Before she could finish, Heather saw the world go dark around her and promptly slumped to the floor, her massive belly cradled by her legs and arms in her slumber. Yume smiled happily at her sleeping daughter, before joining her in the land of dreams. Heather groaned as she awoke. Her dreams, while impossible to recall, had been pleasant. She looked around, realising that she had slept in an upright position, with her head leaning on her neck, and yet she felt no discomfort. It didn't take long to realise why as her eyes fell upon her arm, seeing that she was in her new state. There was no shock, nor worry anymore; her psyche was entirely comfortable with her body, even if it was far from ordinary. Then her eyes strayed to her nearby mother. Heather only remembered some of what had transpired, the sight of her mother's cock surprising her. She took in Yume's new penis, already bigger than before at five inches in its flaccid state. The sight reminded her of her own, bringing her gaze down her body, seeking out her cock, which she was certain had already grown, and finding that her bust was also bigger. It seemed to be on the brink of a G cup. Heather managed to ignore them and leaned forward, seeing her cock easily enough. It had indeed grown as she slept. Heather reached down to compare its length and thickness to her hand and wrist. To her surprise its length was almost equal to her forearm, while the girth matched three of her fingers put together, and it was still flaccid. Beneath it, her balls sat heavily on the ground, the cum filled orbs easily the size of cantaloupes; the only part of her anatomy that was outmatched by Yume's, who's testicles had expanded at least two inches around. Curious, Heather reached out and hefted one in her hand, finding it was heavier than it appeared, confirming that her mother's cum was indeed stored in the egg shaped orbs. At her touch, Heather nearly jumped when they expanded half an inch suddenly. "Morning, sweetheart." Yume said, yawning as she did so, before stopping herself short. Her relaxed, almost happy expression turned to one of confusion before she spoke again, "That doesn't feel right... Good morning, Mistress." She said and grinned at the word, finding it felt right. "Wh-what did you call me?" Heather asked, disbelief in her voice. She nearly moved away, but made no attempt to do so. It may have been shock, or a belief that she had simply misheard. "What? Mistress?" Yume asked, tilting her head to the side as if she were a ditzy blonde. Heather nodded once in reply, the look in her eyes prompting Yume to explain the reason behind it, "Yeah, it just... feels right? Like putting a name to a stranger you swear you've seen before." She explained, the tone and sound of her voice becoming airy and husky at the same time. Unlike before, Heather didn't know what was happening. She could remember portions of what she had done with her mother. She recalled losing her virginity and taking Yume's, alongside the mind altering orgasms such an act had caused. The blowjob prior to such a momentous occasion also remained firmly etched in her memory, but she remembered nothing of her sudden knowledge of how her body worked. The memory of Yume's transformation was muddled, but Heather was certain her new form was the cause of it. She was brought back to reality by her mother. "Is something wrong, Mistress?" She asked, leaning forward out of concern, but also knowingly pressing her breasts together enticingly. "S-stop calling me that." Heather said, backing away slightly, glad that they didn't have a table in the room at that time. "But why, Mistress? Doesn't it please you, don't you want to use your title?" Yume asked, clearly growing eager for Heather to do so, as her cock throbbed with her arousal. "N-n-no... I-I don't." Heather refused, unconsciously licking her lips at the sight of her mother's cock, now at full erection in her lust, standing at a full eight inches and corded with thick veins. Yume seemed to notice her daughter's reaction, taking it to be one of hunger. "Oh, you must need more to eat, Mistress. Please, by all means," She positioned herself so that her cock was on full display, legs spread and balls sitting on the couch cushions. "No! Just stop, okay? I want my mum, not my own... whore." She said, barely able to restrict the volume of her voice. The moment the sentence ended, Yume closed her thighs, cock still hard. Heather looked at her in surprised relief. "Well, if that's what you want, sweetie. Let me know when you're hungry alright?" She said and stood, heading up the stairs for a shower, leaving Heather alone to contemplate what had just happened. Curious, she called out for her mother to come back down the stairs. Yume did so without question. Gulping, Heather gave her next order. "Fist your pussy, Mum." Almost before she had uttered the last word, Yume had reached down with both hands. One held her glorious balls out of the way, while the other suddenly, and intensely forced itself inside her cunt. The orifice stretched around the intrusion as if it were elastic, but clearly not without the expected discomfort, as Yume's face contorted into a strange expression of pleasure and pain, however she did as she was told. Heather watched for several seconds as her mother, a woman of near unmatched intellect and who had shown very little outward emotion in the past years, masturbated happily in front of her daughter. "Okay, y-y-you can stop now." Heather said at last, to which Yume sighed in what could be construed as relief and disappointment, "Just act normal, okay?" Heather added to which her mother nodded and left once more. Not long afterwards, the slime girl felt an odd bubbling sensation in her stomach, not unlike the growl of a hungry stomach. Without thought, she stood up and headed up the stairs. The bathroom door was open and she could clearly see Yume about to step into the shower. Her cock was still hard from the prior masturbation, a drop of pre-cum building at the tip.