The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Kimberly hopped out of her truck with a grin. “Yep. This is definitely the place I want to go exploring today.” No one was with her to reply, but that was the point. If someone caught you talking to yourself you were considered crazy. Out in the middle of nowhere off to the side of a logging road that hadn’t been used in months and wouldn’t be used for many more there was no one to hear her.

She could talk to herself all day if she wanted and never earn a single raised eyebrow.

Not that she went out into the wilderness to talk to herself. Kimberly wasn’t quite that strange. If that was her only goal she would simply stay home.

But at home, even in her house tucked away behind a gravel road in a cul-de-sac no one ever pulled into unless they were lost, there were signs of civilization. A car or two might drive by. Even if Kimberly wasn’t the most popular someone could always drop by unannounced.

There was none of that where Kimberly was going.

She headed away from her truck, an old pickup that had been a fixer upper before she’d thrown on twice as many miles, and made her way into the wilderness. Her large boots crushed down grass and all manner of weeds. She’d bought them to handle her weekend excursions, and they hadn’t let her down yet.

Nor had her thick blue jeans or the matching jacket.

It was hardly silent so far out in the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest, but the sounds of wildlife felt intrinsically different to the young woman stomping her way through the lush foliage. Twigs cracked and snapped under her feet, but she watched where every foot fell to make sure the only living thing she landed on was grass.

She handled her tall broad shouldered form with all the grace of a wrecking ball. That didn’t mean she lacked a respect for nature.

The last thing she wanted to do was step on some poor creature too frightened by her presence to run or crush a flower when she could just stomp down some grass instead.

Along the way she occasionally rearranged a large fallen branch or some rocks to form an arrow back to her pickup. Her hikes were about getting lost in nature. She didn’t want to just head off in one direction and then turn around to find her way back. She just also wasn’t interested in spending a night huddled under a tree hoping it didn’t rain.

Kimberly wasn’t a girl who minded getting wet.

She just wanted to dry off when she was done.

“Huh… I wonder where this stream leads…” Kimberly grinned, brushing a strand of chestnut brown hair that had shook loose of her ponytail out of her face. “Only one way to find out.”

Kimberly’s pace quickened, galvanized by the promise of something new to explore.

A tree stump made the perfect resting spot. Kimberly looked up to the sky to guess how long she’d been on her feet. It had passed noon a while ago, but she wouldn’t put it past three o’clock.

Not a bad hike so far! The weather is holding up, and I can feel the burn. Who would pay for a gym membership when for the price of gas they can enjoy the outdoors all day and stay in shape? Kim sighed in mock frustration even as her grin redoubled. Even if she didn’t have anyone to look good for she did like the way her hikes kept her tight jeans fitting comfortably and her long legs tight to say nothing for her ass.

If only Nicole hadn’t gotten sick of living out in the country… Kimberly’s grin fell way to a frown. Those thoughts didn’t come frequently anymore, but they never stopped being unpleasant when they did.

Kimberly had tried living in the city. She’d also tried tofu.

Both made her want to vomit.

She rose from the stump with a loud grumble. “I am not letting her ruin today. Nope. You made your choice. You moved out knowing I wouldn’t be able to follow. Was your call.”

Her stomping footsteps gained a furious intensity. Kimberly still kept herself carefully watching out for a spot of exposed mud or something she wouldn’t want to disturb, but each time her foot found a good place it felt wrong that the thud of her foot wasn’t shaking the ground. If she were back at home she imagined things might be falling from countertops or shelves.

Temper tantrums were better out in the middle of the woods where she couldn’t break anything.

“Probably better off without you anyway. Who needs you, with your good looks, soft skin, kissable li—” Kimberly cut herself off when she saw it. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she was sure that all the times she’d taken a dirt road out into the middle nowhere she’d never seen anything quite like it.

First it wasn’t a color you tended to see in nature. It was bright pink. It wasn’t even the color of a bright pink flower, more neon if it were made of too little plastic stretched out over something too large.

Kimberly cautiously stepped closer. The area looked a little bit different than the dense foliage she’d been stepping through before. It was an open clearing, essentially barren of all but broken stumps and grass. Anything larger was broken and scattered as though from some impressive impact.

She dropped her emotional baggage as she stepped over small hill of dirt. A part of her whispered to run, but she was too curious.

Besides, it wasn’t even moving.

Its consistency looked to be some sort of gel, only it emerged from the small hole in the ground where it was imbedded like the top half of a sphere. It was maybe a meter across at most, and when she leaned over it to look down she wasn’t sure how deep it was. The edges were that bright plastic pink, but its center seemed darker.

Even without touching it looking at the surface of whatever it was made Kimberly’s fingertips feel sticky and dirty. She rubbed them off on her jeans without even thinking as she leaned closer to try getting a better look at whatever the strange object was.

Its surface rippled, like something was moving inside of it. For a moment it made Kimberly think of a jellyfish and she almost fled worrying over being stung.

Then she remembered she was in the middle of the woods, not on a sandy beach.

If it was a jellyfish half submerged in the dirt it was most decidedly dead.

Toxic waste is supposed to be green, isn’t it? Years of Saturday morning cartoons don’t fail me now. I’m not going to grow an arm out of my back standing too close to this thing, am I? Kimberly wrinkled up her nose at the thought.

The way she remembered it toxic waste was also supposed to glow. That one she was willing to write off. Pink seemed an odd color for horribly mutating chemicals.

Something inside of it, somewhere in the middle… blinked. Like an eye, it closed, and then opened back up. Kimberly could feel herself being examined. It was an incredibly alarming feeling from what had looked like a large ball of sticky gelatin.

“Oookay. That’s just… creepy. You’re creepy, pink ball of… pink.” Kimberly’s face fell. “Hopefully you’re not the type of pink goop that likes humiliation.”

It was hard to imagine the goop having any sort of intelligence. It barely even looked like it had a shape. Plenty of things were round without there being any special purpose behind them. Round pebbles weren’t any smarter than flat rocks. The more she examined it, the less it even appeared to be perfectly round. The top of it seemed almost flat. Maybe like it was stretching out, the top turning into a sort of surface.

Movement came from its inside again, only this time something seemed to be shifting. Bending. It gave Kimberly a feeling of watching exposed muscles squeeze and contract.

“Well, I think this might be a sign that I should turn right back around, and maybe consider actually getting a cellphone. I wonder if reception even works out here. Can’t be a tower for miles…”

No response.

She hadn’t expected one, but that gave her a chance to notice that it seemed unusually quiet. The woods hadn’t been especially loud but in the small clearing she’d found the… it… sounds seemed especially distant.

“Don’t suppose you’re spookin’ all the birds away? Surprised they haven’t pecked you to pieces…” Kimberly leaned down and reached out a hand to gently poke its surface. It jiggled and shook, but too stiffly for its shape to distort. It reminded Kimberly of implants and brought the grin back to her face. Her finger did feel sticky, but that was easy to rub off on her jeans. “Guess you don’t look very appetizing. I think I’ll just leave you to taking up a hole in the ground if it’s all the same to you.”

It didn’t respond.

Kimberly rolled her eyes. “Like you’d be able to talk. Whatever… you… I’m leaving before even I start to think I’m losin’ it.”

She turned around and began to head back towards her truck. It would be night by the time she found it, but that was how she liked it. That way she could drive home, curl up, and dream about things more interesting than strange sticky pink goo.

After the second step she found her foot stuck in the ground. Even when it was a dry day there could be patches of mud so it didn’t much bother her. She tugged at her leg again.

Then she looked back to see the thick sole of her boot enveloped in pink.

Some of whatever the “it” was had reached out of the ground and was holding her boot. She tugged again, but stayed just as stuck as before. She looked down at the stuck foot, and squinted. It almost looked less like the goo had reached out for her, and more like it had reached a long gooey tendril up from the ground.

Kimberly always watched where she put her feet, but she didn’t tend to keep her eyes down once her foot was on solid ground. “The… fuck…”

She tugged her leg again, but it felt even more stuck. There was no give at all, like it was tightening its grip. Panic surged through her veins. Fingers fumbled with the laces of her boots. She found them a pain to get out of after a good hike. Never before had that felt like a safety hazard.

The ground under her other foot only felt different because she was on alert. Shifting her weight to the trapped foot let her lift up out of the way of more pink goo as it emerged from the ground.

Her bootlaces were halfway open when her trapped foot was pulled back towards the orb. It yanked her from her feet, sending her down to the ground in a heap. She screamed.

More wordless screams filled the air as she flailed her legs desperately, trying to scramble to her feet with her free leg and her hands. Another hard tug and her foot was swallowed past the ankle into the strange sticky orb.

Desperately Kimberly struggled to pull her leg free of her boot. Her hands tore at the grass and the dirt, filling the crevices under her nails as her panicked screams deafened her to everything else. Her scrambling hands only tore the grass from the ground, and the thin layer of dirt that covered so much more hard pink goo. Her hands stopped before grabbing it like they had the ground but it didn’t matter.

It grabbed her hands instead.

“Let go, you stupid fucking overgrown jello shot!” Kimberly’s struggles didn’t end when her hands were inside, but they did become all the more terrifying. Her legs were slowly being swallowed up by the goo. It was warm, and incredibly viscous.

The outer layer had been harder, but it was so much wetter beyond the surface. Her fingers struggled to flex in the goopy mess, feeling sticky in a way that would have made her blush were the situation even slightly less terrifying. Beneath her the ground parted as more of the goo rose. As the goo pulled her knee-deep it became impossible to pull away from the goo beneath her.

Before the goo began to do more than just hold her it almost felt like a sticky, solid water bed. The shape confirmed to her perfectly, making it all the more difficult to struggle free.

Tears filled her eyes as it started to move up over her sides, enveloping her hips.

No, she realized with a frightful internal scream. It isn’t growing over me. It’s pulling me down!

Half of her thighs were swallowed up, and her arms were stuck all the way up to her elbows. She could move her arms, and faintly kick her legs now swallowed halfway up her thighs.

Inevitability haunted every moment, but she didn’t give in. She fought hard as she could, struggling and screaming as it enveloped the last of her legs and embraced her shoulders. She kept her neck arched up to try staying out of it that last bit but her hair was caught. It felt like a firm hand tugging back her head painfully as she struggled to make her lips higher and higher.

She took in deep gasps of air, terrified of suffocation.

It had her up to her neck, and then her chin.

Her struggles against the thick wet inside of her captor and her prison had her body growing exhausted. Kimberly’s joints ached. Her chest was on fire, and squeezed so tight. The goo seemed to relent enough to let her breathe, but only just.

Then with one swift pull the world above her turned bright pink, and then darker as she was pulled deeper and deeper down. She kept her lips closed tight as she could.

It was hard to move her neck to look around, but she was sure now that the orb on the surface was just a small part of a much larger entity. It seemed to stretch forever in every direction she looked.

Her eyes were open, and the wet semisolid fluid was too strong to let them close. Her tears mingled with the sticky substance as her world went dark.

When Kimberly regained consciousness the first thing she tried to do was scream. All that came out was a muffled gargle. It was so quiet she wasn’t even sure it was really a sound she’d made and not ambient noise.

Her eyes were still open but all they could see was barely illuminated pink. Even looking up all she saw was brighter pink, not the rest of the world. She was trapped.

Her body didn’t want to move. When she pushed herself harder it relented to no real effect. Even her fingers were tired. Her arms and legs were drained of all of their strength. She’d been struggling so hard and now it was all catching up with her. It felt like she’d been running for hours and then tried to climb a mountain. The only upside seemed to be that suspended in the goo none of her weight rested on any sore place.

I can… I can breathe…?!

That was when she realized her mouth was wide open.

A tube of sticky wet goo was filling her mouth. She tried to bite down, but it only served to wedge goo between her teeth and make her mouth stuck in the tighter position.

Oh great. Kimberly whimpered in her mind. She tried to move her arms through the goo to grasp the tendril of it that filled her mouth but there wasn’t nearly enough give. The pinkness surrounding her seemed to only have enough mobility to prevent her from being completely still. At least I won’t get a cramp. H-hey, wait!

Without warning grasping tendrils formed in her encasement, and pulled her jacket away. Kimberly struggled to hold into its rough texture. All she did was make the goo surrounding her pull harder. It seemed to have infinite hands and similar strength behind each one.

Tendrils curled into either side of her boots and ripped them in half like paper. Why does it want me naked?!

She was breathing harder, but the feeling wasn’t right. She wasn’t choking or sputtering, but the feeling was more wet than it had ever been before. It felt perfectly natural, but it wasn’t how breathing was supposed to feel.

Her jeans were gracefully removed like her jacket, making her relieved that they were able to be pulled off to avoid more ripped fabric. Even if she had no clue how she’d ever get out of the gelatinous mess she didn’t want her clothes ruined. The wet unyielding mass felt nice against her bare legs. Too nice. Squirming and shifting in place to get used to the feeling was making her thighs warmer than she would ever admit.

Kimberly whimpered as it ripped her t-shirt apart like it had her boots. It won’t get this thing out of my mouth long enough to just take it off. I got that at a concert, you fucker!

It was hard to be angry when she felt so powerless. Even her venomous thoughts shook with an impatient terror. There was no telling what would come next, besides that she wouldn’t want it. That seemed the only certainty.

Unless a hand reached down for hers and pulled her out to offer her millions of dollars.

Her bra was ripped open, leaving her small breasts bare and squished tightly against the wall of slime in front of her. Somehow it seemed to be constantly dripping without any active flow of slickness. Kimberly wanted to bite her lip and struggle to stay still, but her teeth weren’t having any more luck with the tube filling her mouth.

The gel behind her pushed until the front of her body was more tightly squished. Her nipples made small indentations in the goo wall, and that slick warm feeling made them stiffen in moments. Kimberly tried to tighten her body and ignore the sensation, but it was too potent.

It was like warm wet gel massaging her breasts, and pulling her nipples until they felt so deeply imbedded. Her eyes began to fuzz with the arousal she couldn’t fight off.

I should be… freaking out. It’s trying to fuck me. But I’m scared and even that… Kimberly managed a strangled whimper around the presence that was definitely going down her throat.

A scent was filling the air that Kimberly hadn’t noticed before. It was sickeningly sweet and had her inhaling deeply before she thought better of it. It made the wet grip around her nipples so much more distracting. It was hard to feel the cotton white panties pulled away from between her legs.

Things were too floaty, too wet, too sticky, too…

Ooh… Some of that is me… The slime had spread her legs now that she was nude except for her long white socks. Her pussy felt so slick, but it was hard to be sure how much was from her own growing arousal and how much was from the slime that pressed flush with her slit. Kimberly’s hips felt like they had a mind of their own as they rocked back and forth.

Feeling so weightless it was impossible to be sure if she was the one doing all of the moving or if something was pushing her, directing her lustful movements. All she could be sure of was how good it felt to rub and grind her bare body into the sticky warm wet pleasure that had enveloped her.

She moaned around the slime filling her mouth, and surrendered to the writhing of her body. Around her the slime began to rub and press into her aching muscles. Its control was so precise, massaging away all of her stresses effortlessly.

Then it entered her.

Shapeless, the slime pushed itself deep past the folds of her pussy and under the hood of her clit. Her eyes opened wider as she groaned loudly around the tendril in her mouth.

It… It’s… fucking me… I… Oohhhh it feels so… so…

If she could move Kimberly would be writhing, but it felt easier to let the slime move her instead. It knew how to rub all of her sore places, to move her hips the way she wanted to move them, and how to fill her pussy in ways he’d never dreamed it could be filled. The way it wetly squeezed around her throbbing clit alone would have been enough to make her scream.

Kimberly came, and felt the tube in her mouth dive deeper. She could feel that wet slick wrongness deeper with every shuddering breath. It was filling her with more of that slime, and it felt so good.

Coated in her lust the slime between her legs squished itself to force its way into her cervix, holding her open for more of its hard oily consistency to fill her.

Another slick protrusion pressed against her anus. Its tightness offered no real resistance as the slime shaped itself to her backdoor to slide deep inside like a key made for her lock. Kimberly clenched her ass but just like the wet shape between her lips it only squished the substance harder against her skin. It was too smooth and lubricated for her to stop it from advancing deeper and deeper.

Kimberly came again, her world a white hot blur.

Slime oozed over the inside her lungs, and somewhere deep inside of her stomach. It’s… it’s… filling me… filling me uuuup…!

Her body felt tight, swollen with slime drippings and goo mixing with her own fluids. The scent of slimy paradise and her own lust blotted out what little remained of her thought process that wasn’t already pushed out to make more room for the goo.

Vacant eyes stared into a sea of pink as her body was fucked and filled. Slimy tears ran down her face from ducts that were the only place for so much slime to go.

Kim didn’t even make a sound when the slime crept into her ears, to begin squirting itself over her brain.

Slime bulged inside of Kimberly, making her feel too big for her own body or… no. No there was something else inside of it with her. Something else was trying to… to…

Hostflesh will yield to Slimemother.

Kimberly groaned. Something wet and slick was squishing in her head, but she could understand it. It was like a voice that she couldn’t tune out or shut her hands over her ears to blanket herself from the sound. Her eyes felt open, but she could see nothing, not even pink. She screamed inside of her mind and yearned for some way to struggle.

She didn’t know a way to struggle against movement inside of her own skull.

Synapses were filled with bright pink goop that sloshed into place with a gracefulness that seemed beyond mere slime.

I don’t want to yield… I won’t yield! I’m not host flesh, I’m Kimberly! I’m Kimberly Ann-

Pain blurred her vision before making it a featureless field of white. Ooze burned through the places that had formed her mental scream, and more slime was slathered in its place.

Hostflesh’s resistance will be destroyed. Hostflesh will become slimethrall. Kimberly felt herself shake from the thudding of those powerful words. It was fuzzy and indistinct, but she could remember that she had objected. She remembered being upset and trying to deny Slimemother what it wanted.

It was a hole in her head, a hole that was filling up with sticky wet goo that felt better than anything in her life had ever felt before.

Her body shook in revulsion, horror, and arousal. She fought to deny the power in the last, but the new part of her brain made of slime liked that idea so much more than it liked fear. Arousal felt good. Arousal made her wet and sticky like slime.

The slime in her brain liked sticky and wet.

Hostflesh will be converted. There is nothing for hostflesh but to become slimethrall.

Kimberly struggled to find some way to open her eyes, to swim up out of the goo if she was inside. Something. The place she reached for to grasp those things she’d done so many times felt wet and goopy, and her attempt to use it just made her writhe and moan. That part of her, that purely physical part of her, was already converted.

She wanted to cry, but she wasn’t sure that her body could do that anymore. She was sure that it wouldn’t do so because she wanted it to. Just like being trapped in the body of the great slimey thing, she was a prisoner inside of herself.

I don’t… I don’t want to be made of slime! I want to go home. I’d move to the city, I’d-

A sensation like a thousand tiny needles burned under her skin as more slime pumped itself inside of her. She could feel acid like burns dissolving sensitive places inside of her, and sculpting them from the wet sticky substance she was surrounded by.

Between her legs something throbbed and pulsed, making her groan with pleasure in spite of every last fiber of Kimberly that remained. There was so much goo down there and she had no clue what it was doing. She was sure that she wouldn’t want to see, would definitely not want to know, but the curiosity clawed with terror at her mind. It made every idea that came to her shudder with unvoiced sobs.

Her fear evaporated as pleasure throbbed between her legs and more slime slithered deeper within the wet folds of her mind. She tried to hold on to the feeling of being afraid, to the feeling of how she felt in the moment, but it dripped through her grip and pooled away.

Hostflesh is now primed to enjoy conversion. Hostflesh will surrender to Slimemother and become slimethrall. Something wet squeezed around her clit, flicking it delicately. Kimberly moaned. Hostflesh has known no pleasure like being slimethrall. Hostflesh will desire conversion. Hostflesh will obey Slimemother.

Kimberly cried out as pleasure blinded her. The slime filling her pussy was moving again, stroking along her inner walls like millions of tiny tongues. It stroked and teased at places she’d never even felt or imagined she possessed.

Warmth squeezed her nipples, and her eyes felt like they crossed in the pleasure.

Hostflesh desires conversion. Hostflesh craves to be slimethrall. Hostflesh will aid in her conversion.

Again the voice’s words pounded into her mind. Without any understanding of fear to blunt the pleasure of the words all she could feel was how right it was to listen. All she could know was the truth that seemed to be writing itself onto her brain as though it were a chisel carving it into rock.

She desired to be slimethrall. She craved it. She didn’t know how she could aid in a process like that, but she wanted to betray the ideas inside of her that screamed out how bad and wrong that was. She needed that more than anything.

Y-yesss! Hostflesh desires conversion! Please convert me! Please tell me how to help you! Kimberly whited out with pleasure again as the ooze stroked her clit with the same so many small protrusions that were stroking the walls of her vagina. It was intense, too intense, but every time that it felt like too much more slime squeezed out across her brain or injected themselves into her nerves and that problem went away.

The slime was making her body such a perfect tool to use for her own conversion.

Hostflesh will think of obedience. Hostflesh will think only of being slimethrall. Hostflesh will obey. Each word from the voice Kimberly could only acknowledge as Slimemother felt like another heady injection of filthy slime into the center of her brain.

H-h-hostflesh… thinks of obedience! Hostflesh thinks only of being slimethrall! In her mind she chanted those words like a mantra even as she felt the slime squeeze around them and form new connections. The slime siphoned at her brain, absorbing the thoughts that filled her mind to squirt them out an ooze that wrapped sticky folds as wet jelly ribbons.

Stinging pricks continued, but Kimberly knew only the pleasure of being slimethrall.

Feel so much… smaller… kimberly (slimethrall) groaned. She remembered feeling bloated from the inside, but now all of that was gone. Not gone but…

The tube in her mouth was gone.

Nothing inside of her fired off to panic. She was no longer being held in place by whatever internal forces that the pink organism used to manipulate things it had devoured. She was wading in it, and breathing it in.

It wasn’t a feeling she was used to, but it seemed to accomplish respiration as well as she’d done it on land.

You are slimethrall. You obey Slimemother. A voice boomed loud and important in slimethrall’s mind from the new, wet, and slippery was between her ears where the most important voice sounded off. It was so much deeper, so much stronger than sound. Sound never felt so orgasmic.

She concentrated on that place, and filled it with her goopy thoughts. i am slimethrall. i obey Slimemother.

Pleasure shuddered through her body, pushed into her from that same place the voice had overwhelmed her mind. Wet heat squeezed between her thighs. Her body felt so different. Places inside of her were so much less solid than she could remember them being. Her joints moved with a more fluid grace, making moving through the pink so much easier.

slimethrall has been converted to be more useful to Slimemother.

kimberly smiled dopily as she lounged in the gooey womb. slimethrall is happy to obey Slimemother.

Pleasure oozed through slimethrall’s mind. She came without a sound or shudder and savored the sweet scent that filled the air. It was familiar, but it felt like something from another lifetime that was no longer important.

If she needed to use some part of that life, Slimemother would command her. Otherwise it would lay dormant and blissfully forgotten. That made slimethrall kimberly smile.

It is time for slimethrall to emerge from Slimemother. Ascend, slimethrall.

Slimemother’s words boomed through kimberly’s mind, and she obeyed them without considering them. She was slimethrall, and that meant she obeyed Slimemother. There was no thought without command from a slimethrall. There was only pleasure, and obedience.

A moment before she received the command every direction had seemed the same, but Slimemother had communicated more than just the words that wetly popped and sizzled at the new brain that formed around the inferior brain of her hostflesh. In the perfect moment where those words became her impulses, she knew everything that Slimemother knew. She was its avatar.

Without knowing how she knew, kimberly knew that Slimemother did not have a body like she did. It did not have weak transformable hostflesh. That was why slimethrall existed.

She was Slimemother’s flesh. Meat with goo still dripping from her ears that told her what was right, what was up, what was down, and what to obey. It was a perfection that slimethrall kimberly knew her former hostflesh had never experienced. If she were not inhabiting the remains of hostflesh to give them purpose slimethrall would have taken a moment to feel pity for her.

kimberly crested the pink bubble of goo and crawled onto the grass and dirt dripping wet with rivulets of pink slime sliding down her curves. Her breasts now hung heavy from her chest, full of slime that dripped from swollen bright pink nipples.

Kimberly’s skin had been tan. It was the natural complexion for a woman who loved making her way through the outdoors. Now it was pale, with a faintly pink undertone.

It made her look softer, smoother, and almost like she was wearing a plastic sheen.

Perhaps the most dramatic change was that the black of her pupils had become a bright neon pink.

None of this mattered to kimberly, who obediently stood. Her eyes stared at nothing as she awaited the next command from Slimemother. The quiet thrill of feeling the slime inside of her still making small changes to her body made her smooth pussy quiver. Her body was perfectly hairless from the neck down. The slime had seen no need for it. Kimberly’s devoured thoughts had taught Slimemother the importance of what little hair remained.

slimethrall will dress in its hostflesh’s remaining clothing. Then it will return to her vehicle. Obey.

Slimethrall groaned as she hastily moved to obey. The clothing was still wet and pink, making the panties look so much cuter as they squelched into place between her thighs. She was soon wearing her jeans and jacket which now hung much further from her newly enhanced bosom.

Unlike its hostflesh, slimethrall kimberly did not need the markers on the ground to find her way back through the woods. She followed the path that Slimemother had gleaned from the converted hostflesh. Her feet did not notice the loss of her boots. A thinly excreted layer of slime protected her sensitive flesh from pricks and roughness. It was softer than walking on a gel insert, but kimberly knew no other memory of walking.

As she passed she was observed by local wildlife. A bird perched high on a tree watched her with pink eyes. A pink eyed snake slithered by and gave her steps no mind. It was slimethrall just as she and was too busy obeying Slimemother’s will to its smaller, more limited capacity.

Soon she stood beside Kimberly’s pickup and stared through it. Her eyes saw, but slimethrall had no use for the information. It was not her place to analyze.

New organs existed in slimethrall that could analyze so much better than her pitiful mind ever could. slimethrall knew she was inferior to Slimemother, but was thrilled at being useful more than she regretted her lesser status. She had been made more by becoming slimethrall. There was no place for displeasure.

slimethrall will enter the vehicle and commence return to the residence of its hostflesh.

kimberly’s pickup drove further down the road before finding a good place to turn around and return back the way it came.

The clock radio at kimberly’s bedside revealed that her conversion had taken two weeks. With the home in her hostflesh’s name slimethrall did not care that the hostflesh at her former occupation would surely have terminated her employment. Slimemother was an efficient creature but it had never seen hostflesh like hers before.

Where it had come from there had been no creatures like Slimemother had found off the path of the logging road.

kimberly was a learning experience. Even still she could feel the slime inside of her devouring dead cells and learning as they replicated the new. The next conversion would be quicker.

If slimethrall knew that she would have cum on the spot.

Check hostflesh’s answering machine. Obey, slimethrall.

She pressed the play button and tuned out as the slime that had replaced the inner workings of her ears listened to the voice. It was sad, and familiar. Important to hostflesh. Even after conversion hearing her voice made places between her legs tighten and other places feel soft and eager.

“Hey, Kimberly! It’s Nicole… Look, I… It’s been a long time. I was a jerk. I didn’t even call. I just was afraid of how upset you’d be and… I didn’t think I could face that, but… please, call me? I want to talk.”

A loud beep filled the air, before the same voice flowed out again.

There was a message from her employer, questioning her absence. They sounded vaguely concerned, but bored. Annoyed. slimethrall ignored it.

Beep!

“Hey… uhm… Kimberly! It’s been… a couple days since I called. It’s okay if you never want to talk to me again. Just… please call me?”

Beep!

There were more messages from her employer, including the one she’d been anticipated. Kimberly was now unemployed. Since she no longer existed, there was no need for slimethrall to care.

Beep!

“Hey, Kimmy, this isn’t like you. You’re kinda scaring me. If you hate me, that’s fine, but we were together for two years. So I just want to know that you’re all right. I called your supervisor- which I know, huge stalker thing- but they said no one’s heard from you in over a week! There’s no way you’d skip work. If you need someone to talk to. About anything. Just… please call me, Kimberly.” There was a long pause, and the sound of low quiet breathing. “I love you, Kimberly, and I’m worried something terrible happened. O-oh shit I can’t believe I said tha—”

Two beeps sounded out, followed by a friendly recording informing her that there were no more messages.

kimberly stared through the answering machine as her mind squished and writhed. The woman on the phone was still hostflesh, but she was hostflesh that slimethrall found herself oddly curious about. Of all the hostflesh covering the planet she wanted that hostflesh to be her next task.

slimethrall will call the hostflesh ‘Nicole’ and invite her here. slimethrall will accept no other outcome. Obey.

The orgasm that shuddered through kimberly was one born of hostflesh feelings, but it pleased Slimemother. Like when she had been in Slimemother it aligned her mind with the desires that she was to have. Slick understanding squished someplace deep between both kimberly’s ears and her legs.

She picked up the phone, and began to dial.

Nicole would come. She would accept no other outcome, and the hostflesh was desperate. Slimethrall kimberly smiled as the phone rang, eager to feel Slimemother’s pleasure with her obedience.

kimberly smiled as she saw Nicole’s car drive up into the gravel covered cul-de-sac. As she watched from her window parts of her mind that Slimemother had purposed to be useful to their task pondered how the woman would feel to return to their once mutual home. It had been a long time, but the hostflesh had expressed her lingering feelings in her message. She had been less open amidst the call, but had still provided useful information.

Nicole hadn’t called in a police report, or come snooping around. She’d pondered it, but had remained away. Only kimberly’s employer and Nicole had any idea about her prolonged absence.

Slimemother had been so happy to hear that.

If Kimberly had been a woman who liked the outdoors and her seclusion in a small remote town, a quick glance at Nicole spoke volumes to why they hadn’t worked out. Even knowing she’d be crossing gravel her feet were held within shining black heels. Her rich brown skin was made darker by the hose tightly clutching her legs. Her darkly off-white skirt was modestly short while showing plenty of her hose squeezed legs. Her red top stopped short of her shoulders.

kimberly’s house was old. One of the many things she’d resisted Nicole’s attempts to add was a doorbell. It was still something her home lacked. Nicole knocked in the door and tried not to look worried or impatient.

Her twisting lips and uncertain-how-to-rest hands soundly defeated her attempt.

The new hostflesh is too eager to see the converted hostflesh. Slimethrall will proceed with conversion as instructed. Hostflesh Nicole will become slimethrall. Kimberly nodded, her eyes hooding as she silently came.

Part of Kimberly’s home being so old was that from her place on the small porch Nicole could hear every step as kimberly neared her front door. It wasn’t falling apart, but the years had given it so many quirks like the living thing it could seem to be.

kimberly opened up her door with a soft, warm smile. She was wearing thick dark sunglasses that made any hope of seeing her eyes impossible. It hid her conversion. Already the slimethrall was eager for the disguise to be lost and for the two of them to serve Slimemother together.

“Hey Nic. Come on in.”

“Hey you too, Kimberly. You know you’ve had me really, really worried. You could have said something, to somebody.” Nicole clicked her way in, turning around to face her ex as the door slid shut.

Ooze squirmed inside of her head, helping kimberly emulate the emotion behind her sigh. “Sorry, Nicole. I needed to get away. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. I just got in my truck and… drove. But everything is better now. I promise.”

Nicole took a seat, and forced herself not to touch her raven black hair. She looked incredibly stiff and uncomfortable. It made kimberly ache to solve that problem faster than she was already planning to. Once she becomes slimethrall, Nicole will never feel like this again. She’ll feel like i do. She’ll obey Slimemother and everything will be wet, simple, obedient bliss. The thought almost made kimberly cum on its own. Nothing is better than being slimethrall.

Her eyes clearly noticed the loose oversized jacket that kimberly wore. It made kimberly look large and formless, without any hint of the shape underneath. It suited her slimethrall purpose. That was all that mattered.

“You just took off? Look, I know I don’t have any right to demand anything from you, but you can’t just… disappear. For two weeks. It’s seriously been over…” Nicole’s voice slowly faded to silence as she looked up desperately as if trying to find kimberly’s eyes behind her sunglasses.

Nicole’s face twisted uncertainly, and Slimemother boomed to respond in kimberly’s mind. The hostflesh is unnerved by slimethrall’s lack of hostlfesh emotion. slimethrall will emulate hostflesh more completely. Obey.

kimberly shuddered as she felt the wet commands squish around her weak mind. slimethrall will obey!

Slowly kimberly’s expression melted into something more concerned. “I know… I know. I fucked up. I didn’t think it mattered. You’ve been gone, and my job just didn’t feel important to me anymore. But I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I didn’t ask you to come out here so we could fight. We did enough of that before.”

Nicole winced, and kimberly followed suit almost quick enough for it to be in unison.

kimberly could almost sense the thoughts going through Nicole’s head as she watched her eyes. Slimemother was silently communicating more of its truths, more of its deeper understanding. It almost tasted familiar, like an old part of herself that kimberly had lost, but it was better used in Slimemother’s mental grasp than her own. “You’re right. I don’t want to fight either. But we could have talked over the phone. We were before you said you wouldn’t talk more unless—”

Now, slimethrall. Obey.

Y-yessss Slimemother! slimethrall obeys!

“—Shhh…” Kimberly had never moved so fast, and kimberly doing so startled Nicole more than the interruption. One moment kimberly was standing infront of her, and the next she was straddling Nicole’s lap. She reached back and pulled her hair out of her ponytail, shaking her head to let her hair flow and loosen as it hung over her shoulders. It frizzed in true bedhead fashion.

It was less glamorous than when a movie store wore it, but it wasn’t something that kimberly tended to do unless she was done for the day. The slimethrall knew Nicole associated seeing her like with being curled up in bed together.

Curled up close, and not willing to part until they absolutely had to.

“K-kim… Look, I—…I…?” Nicole’s eyes fluttered as she took a deep slow breath. kimberly could smell how thickly the smell of chemical sweet slimecum clung to her. Now she knew that Nicole was feeling it too, and she pressed her weight down against the now much more hesitant sounding woman that much more firmly. “I was worried about you, but we really… we can’t go back…”

kimberly cut off Nicole’s already softening protests by melting her lips tenderly into her once lover’s. Her lips were so simple, warm, and wet. Even before their lips parted and kimberly thrust her tongue deep inside of Nicole’s mouth she could see the other woman’s expression becoming dazed.

The slimethrall felt her mouth growing so wet, and suddenly her new instincts told her why. She knew what to do without pounding words from Slimemother. New parts of her body filled her throat with slime, and she eagerly poured it into Nicole’s mouth.

So much slime filled her mouth that even as Nicole coughed and sputtered for breath so much pink slime poured hot and sticky down her throat. It broke the kiss, but she was already so full of slime. kimberly smiled as she watched and understood what was happening to her lover.

The more she struggled for breath, the more slime she would take into her lungs. Once there, the slime would begin converting her to be able to breathe slime as well as air.

It’s like becoming an amphibian, only so much sexier. Ooh.

kimberly felt the slime that dribbled over her lips glistening a thick glossy pink. She caught Nicole staring as she sputtered and coughed. Her eyes were so distant and glassy. They seemed so barely able to focus but caught on the sight.

She’s thinking something is wrong, but she can’t figure out what. The slime is already affecting her. My scent is already eroding at her will. kimberly inhaled deeply, and quivered as the scent of Nicole’s arousal mingled with her own anesthetizing slimecum. Nicole will become slimethrall. It’s time for the next stage of her conversion.

With a warm smile kimberly pulled away her jacket. Underneath she was topless. Her heavy slime enhanced breasts bounced in their freedom, pink nipples already standing erect.

Puffy nipples that were now as pink as the slime still dripping from her lips.

Gears moved visibly behind Nicole’s eyes as her confusion grew. She’s remembering how small hostflesh’s breasts used to be. She never liked having small tits. Now slimethrall’s breasts are so big… kimberly cupped her breasts in her hands, holding them up to savor their size. Each could easily have taken two hands to hold.

Nicole’s gasps suddenly turned far less wet. The slime had all drained from her throat. kimberly could hear the subtle change to her breathing that no ordinary human ears could hear. Now the slime was breathing for her.

kimberly grinned as she ran her fingers over her breasts. Her skin looked and felt wet all the time now, even when she was dry. The slime had changed the way her skin worked.

Nothing felt better than being remade as a sex object for the slime to use.

Nicole licked her lips, struggling to make her eyes focus. kimberly savored the dizzy confusion filling her eyes and her voice. “Wh-when did you get so… Big…”

“Mmm part of why I was gone for two weeks…” kimberly moaned as she grinded her warm smooth body down against Nicole’s. Everything about her body felt so much better, so much more erotic. Besides her enhanced bust kimberly was still overall the same shape. Athletic. Tight. But when she pressed into Nicole all she could feel her body was made of supple, yielding warmth.

All of her hard places were replaced by something that could be just as firm… but was so happy to bend. kimberly wondered if her very bones were made of slime now, and almost came again at the thought of being so completely inhuman.

“You… you were gone to get work done? I wouldn’t have figured you’d get plastic surgery…” Nicole’s words slurred in her mouth as she stared with hungry eyes at kimberly’s offered flesh. kimberly’s hands moved from her breasts to stroke and squeeze at Nicole’s shoulders. Her lips held such a potently erotic grin. The minimal ways kimberly moved were still more than enough to send perfect shudders through the flesh of her impossibly soft breasts. “They don’t look like implants either. Too… soft. Don’t those take a long time to heal…?”

“Not the way I got enhanced.” kimberly leaned forward, her breasts squished tight between them as she whispered into Nicole’s ear. “Why don’t you examine them? Squeeze them. Taste them. You won’t find a single scar.” kimberly leaned back, and Nicole’s eyes were again caught by the impressive sight.

Nicole hesitantly reached out and cupped each of them in one of her hands. kimberly moaned, arching forward to rub their almost oiled slick surfaces tighter into Nicole’s touch.

She squeezed, and kimberly savored the way her new breasts conformed to Nicole’s hands. They weren’t without firmness, but kimberly could feel her body so slick and squishy inside reshaping almost obediently to the touch. It made her even more aware of how different she was now. Her nipples quivered, and she could feel pressure mounting behind them. Pink slime, different than what had filled her throat was pushing to get out and she wanted to help it find its way inside of Nicole.

Conversion was now her purpose, and it made kimberly feel so much more damp and helpless to resist than sex ever had.

“Are you.... Are you lactating…?” Nicole’s mouth slurred the words. Her mouth struggled to bring them out once her slow mind found them. She inhaled deeply through her nose, making kimberly shudder as she imagined more of that chemical pink scent making Nicole ever weaker. She looked less and less thoughtful every moment, and more and more like she was being consumed.

The slime is consuming her. It’s already changed the way her lungs work, and now it’s using arousal to make her docile. Through me. My breasts. The altered chemistry of my scent. Mmmmm i’m going to give my ex to the slime. She will become slimethrall. She must become slimethrall!

Pink slime hung on the very end of her nipple. Heavy. Wet. Just solid enough for the droplet that fell onto Nicole’s skirt to have more substance than a small stain.

Nicole’s tongue ran slowly along her lips. It was pin, but using the word pink for something still so wholly human no longer felt like it made sense to kimberly. Still it was a tongue that was hungry. Craving.

“No… Mmm well kindof. Yes and no. You should really just taste.” kimberly moved much slower this time as she laced her fingers through Nicole’s hair. As though caught in slow motion, Nicole’s lips parted with the beginning of words. By the time she thought to react to the incoming breast her lips were wrapped around so much wet flesh.

It was made even worse by having to breathe through her nose, meaning so much more of that pink overpowering scent that made everything feel erotic and warm.

Nicole whimpered quietly around kimberly’s nipple. The vibrations quivered through kimberly, and she moaned with them as her eyes rolled back into the pinkness in her head. “Just relax, sweetie. This isn’t going to hurt. This is going to feel good. So, so good.” kimberly took a deep breath, focusing herself on the squishy firmness inside of her that defined her new identity, her purpose. “Suck.”

The command was firm as steel, and Nicole was swimming in so much pink. She obeyed almost instantly, moaning as the pink slime began to flow into her mouth.

Tears were welling up in Nicole’s half open eyes. Her fear had been so visibly strong, but now she was obediently sucking hot pink slime from kimberly’s breast. We’re together again… together, and she’s becoming slimethrall like I am! So much of Kimberly had been melted and burned away, but her feelings for Nicole were still there. They were the strongest part of Kimberly that the slimethrall could remember and feel like it was really a part of her.

And to make it all better, now that part of Kimberly was making kimberly feel even better about being slimethrall.

Nicole’s eyes fluttered. She was struggling to keep them opening, and as though the slime were a weight anchoring at her lids it was harder and harder with the more she swallowed. kimberly moaned as Nicole’s harder suckling made the slime in her breast flow so much faster. There was too much of it for the woman to swallow quick enough, making more of it pour past her lips and dribble down her face.

kimberly didn’t even need to know how to be a slimethrall, but it was so easy to just moan and shudder, to feel her lust fill the air from between her legs as her converted body filled a woman with slime.

She could feel it almost like a part of her as it slid down the other woman’s throat, losing the connection as it broke away and began to dissolve into the other woman. So much of it was filling her, and kimberly wanted, needed to see her becoming slimethrall. A hand slid from Nicole’s hair to pull her glasses away so she could watch the gel swelling her belly with her bright pink eyes.

She’s starting to feel the burn now… that hot, erotic burn of the slime dissolving the parts of her it doesn’t need anymore to enhance her, to make her perfect, to make her better. Nicole moaned as if on cue, and kimberly shuddered. Soon… Oh so soon…

Their eyes met, but kimberly wasn’t worried about her lover worrying and trying to pull away. Nicole looked into her pink depths, and shuddered. Could she feel the love filling kimberly’s heart as she began her lover’s transformation into something so much more wonderful and perfect? The way Nicole moaned around her breast kimberly felt confident she did. They had never truly stopped loving each other. Now, through the slime…

“Don’t worry, baby. We’re going to be together for such a long time now.” Wet fingers slid through Nicole’s hair. She moaned as her body ached with being so full. It was moving inside of her, and kimberly remembered all too well how erotically perfect it felt.

Without moving away her breast kimberly was taking off her pants. Then Nicole’s skirt was bunched up around her waist. Then her hose and panties were resting over her shoes.

kimberly’s panties were gone too. Nicole couldn’t see past kimberly’s massive breasts as the pink slimey tentacle made its way past the slick lips of kimberly’s pussy. She didn’t see the way it dripped thick with ooze and slime. She was already so wet that all she felt was its expanding width as it thrust deep inside of her.

Nicole’s scream was muffled by a throat full of slime and the breast still trapped between her suckling lips. The taste was as addictive as the changes burning through her body. kimberly could taste that Nicole wanted more. She needed more. Even as she felt the thing between her legs moving so deep inside of her, and pouring more into her cunt.

She was so, so full.

Soon the goo was dripping out of her pussy. Overstuffed. Then it thrust deeper, squeezing inside of her in a way nothing ever had… and then she felt it, and kimberly heard Slimemother speaking inside of both of their minds at once.

Hostflesh will obey. Hostflesh needs to become slimethrall. It has always been hostflesh’s desire to be slimethrall. Hostflesh will obey.

Nicole’s mind shuddered as she felt the new thoughts swimming inside of her mind.

They came as one while Slimemother’s words echoed, and echoed. Nicole suckled until orgasms and hot wet slime pumping so deep were too much for her body to hold on. The last thing she saw were Kimberly’s happy pink eyes and her happy pink smile.

Consciousness was a thing too slippery for Nicole to hold tightly enough to keep it in her grasp for very long.

kimberly smiled a little more every time she watched Nicole struggle to the surface of her own deluged mind. Every time she had a chance to obey Slimemother it felt better. Filling Nicole with the slime her body had been conerted to produce was better than all of them combined.

Slimemother didn’t know what ‘love’ was before she converted me. Now she can use that to make others into slimethralls. She can use knowing that to guide me… Oooh… kimberly moaned from the orgasm rolling through her. She could already feel more slime welling up to fill her breasts. She didn’t question how Slimemother had so wholly rewritten her biology. She accepted it. Relished it.

Slimethralls did not question. Slimethralls obeyed.

kimberly’s breast was no longer in Nicole’s mouth. Instead her pussy was hovering in front of Nicole’s face, and something long and sticky and pink was coming out of it and filling Nicole’s mouth. She tried to make a sound, to squirm, something…

Her lover watched as all of the struggle inside of her welled up and then oozed away in a thick mess between her own thighs.

I… want to be slimethrall… This will make me slimethrall… I need this… Sooo much… kimberly could taste the thought through her slime as it filled Nicole. If she focused the slimethrall could feel through Nicole’s mind. It was indistinct and fuzzy, but enough to help her convert the hostflesh more perfectly. Slimemother wanted a more perfect thrall than she had made before.

Nicole’s eyes fluttered shut again. With how unreal everything felt it was hard for her to know if she was dreaming or awake. Pink eyes. Some sort of slime tentacle coming from Kimberly’s pussy.

It made her cunt burn and clench around the goo that filled her.

kimberly felt the tentacle as both a part of her and something separate fused deep inside of her vagina. All of its surface was tender and sensitive as her clit but it bent and moved more fluidly than a finger. She could feel it reshaping to better grind against Nicole’s most tender places and make her lust flow so freely. It was slimethrall’s body, but Slimemother was in more direct control now. kimberly was surrendering, letting it control her like the infested hostflesh she was.

There was movement, and then kimberly was whispering into Nicole’s ear, but Nicole couldn’t hear the words. They were too soft, too quiet. Something inside of her could, and that place liked what it heard. Nicole felt herself cum without knowing why. Her slick lust was hardly needed to lubricate her more, but she still felt it making it easier for the thing inside of her to move.

Inside of the slimethrall above her, kimberly was too lost in her own obedient pleasure to listen to the words passing through her lips that no longer belonged to her. The more she yielded to the slime inside of her, the less Kimberly there was. What hadn’t been melted, burned, and replaced, was being fucked away.

Then kimberly’s tongue stuck itself inside of Nicole’s ear and it went deeper than it should be able to. It was long and wet and slick like the tendril that had wormed its way into her mouth, and between her legs.

Something heavy and slick dropped from it, and Nicole lost her grasp again.

She’s making me slimethrall… Oohhhhh…

Nicole couldn’t be sure how many times her eyes fluttered open as she felt Kimberly kissing her someplace new with wet, slime-covered lips. Sometimes the touches were delicate and gentle, like between her legs, but other times they were raw, like across her chest.

Her clothes disappeared between blinks of her eyes. Sometimes it almost felt like she were going back in time when she was suddenly wearing more clothing than she was before. Her skirt disappeared, then reappeared.

Her top and bra seemed gone and stayed, but she couldn’t be sure. She didn’t trust her mind anymore. The things that were happening were so impossible.

What I dreamed of… wanted… MMmmm being full of slime… Converted… Oooh…

Another time her eyes opened and she was kneeling between kimberly’s legs. There was a voice inside of her head, quietly whispering words she couldn’t hear. All she could feel was arousal that drove her tongue to search so deep within Kimberly’s snatch for more slime to suck out of her.

kimberly tasted like pussy and mindlessness.

The last thing her fever dream slimelust haze awoke to was kimberly pinning her down in their old bed. Pink slime was coming out of her mouth again, and going into Nicole’s. The slime came from kimberly’s pussy again, but forked as it filled both her pussy and her ass. kimberly’s hips moved, thrusting the slime hard and deep within her wet shuddering body.

Every shove of her hips made kimberly’s large breasts bounce and sway. Ooze poured from her nipples again, coating Nicole’s chest.

How kimberly was full of so much slime was too beautiful, too perfect for Nicole to question or wonder. All she knew was that was what she wanted. To be so full of slime. To be so helplessly filled and covered until her identity itself was blotted out in wet thick pink.

Nicole and kimberly came together, screaming around the wet sweet slime that connected them. As consciousness slipped away again Nicole was sure they’d never been closer.

She cried with joy, her lips flush with kimberly’s as she yielded to her invasive kiss.

“Awaken, hostflesh.” kimberly’s voice was wet, but it wasn’t surprising. Her mouth was still dripping with bits of pink. Her body was smeared with it. “This slimethrall was reborn as a conversion drone, but she cannot complete your rebirth. We will take you to Slimemother.”

Shudders rolled down Nicole’s spine at the words hostflesh, slimethrall, and Slimemother. She knew she was hostflesh.

“Dress, hostflesh.” Kimberly was already clothed again, in the large coat and jeans. Even with the sunglasses on Nicole could still see her pink eyes in her mind.

She parted her lips to speak and something wet squeezed around her brain. She felt pieces of it dripping out from her ears. She couldn’t hear Slimemother, but she could still feel the demanding presence of the invasive force filling her skull.

As soon as she began to dress from the pile of her own clothes, thick with lust and slime, the pressure loosened. It was easier to think, easier to move without that tight grip.

Oooh it felt so good to have it squeezing me, but… It felt wrong to fight against the slime, even for more of the feeling it burned through her helpless body. Soon dressed, with so much goo squished to her body, she looked towards kimberly for more commands. More orders. Her connection to Slimemother was complete.

Nicole could feel the wholeness of her brain in a way she never had before. The slime laced through it had given her new nerve endings that would be dizzyingly over stimulating if it wasn’t also doing the work of processing them.

The slime had learned so much from Kimberly.

“Hostlfesh. We will take kimberly’s truck to meet Slimemother.” kimberly did not wait for a response. Nicole found herself following without a second thought.

On some small level she could feel the fantasies that she had about being enveloped in Slimemother weren’t her own, or at least they weren’t originally. The visceral memory of the large pink mass of slime buried in the forest couldn’t be her own. It had to come from kimberly.

But it was there now, and she wasn’t too weak to fight it. She didn’t want to. She didn’t even want to try.

Nicole came on the way to the truck, almost falling to her knees as she imagined being full of so much slime she could drown a woman with it. Slimemother would swallow her up, and she would emerge something new.

The creature Kimberly had become drove. Nicole reached up under her skirt, rubbing her slime covered panties into her quivering snatch.

When she came, she didn’t scream kimberly’s name.

kimberly watched as Nicole, naked, kneeled down onto Slimemother. We’ll be together. Slimethralls. Obeying Slimemother together. So little of her remained capable of any independent thought, but what little did was warm with the knowledge that she would be with Nicole again.

The slime would connect them, and no matter where they went they would always be together.

Slimemother absorbed Nicole, pulling her down until she could no longer be seen. kimberly smiled as she saw Nicole take her first deep breath of wet slime. Nicole wouldn’t need a tube down her throat to help during her conversion. Her lungs had already been changed. kimberly’s cunt shuddered with the obedience of having pleased her Slimemother.

Slime between her legs teased wetly at her clit, rewarding the pleasure of her obedience.

slimethrall has successfully brought new hostflesh to Slimemother. This is slimethrall’s purpose. The voice that boomed within every wet cell in her body made kimberly scream as her orgasm made the slime inside of her tremble.

Again she could feel the way that she only wore the appearance of a human. Underneath all of the wet parts of her that breathed, that moved, had lost any shapes that would resemble who she had been before finding Slimemother. Each individual piece of her was alive in a way that it had never been before, but all obedient to the same will.

She was Slimemother’s first human agent, but not more important for it. She was a thrall. A conversion drone. Already she could feel the parts of her that would have been used to give birth preparing more of the slime she would need to convert more hostflesh.

Time ceased to exist as she sat kneeling beside Slimemother. It grew dark over her, and light again. The kneeling slimethrall knew she could be out converting other humans and would have regretted her laziness if she still had such a presence in her own brain. Her love for Nicole, and her love for the Slime, was what remained. Those two aspects were fully aligned in loving every moment of their patience.

Finally Nicole crawled free of Slimemother who released her with a slick wet pop. Nicole was smiling, her dark brown skin smooth and glistening with the wet drippings of Slimemother’s essence. Her pupils were the same pink as kimberly’s own.

Her breasts were the same average size they had been when she had descended into the ooze. kimberly knew that was not to be her purpose, even if she did not know what Nicole’s function would be.

Their lips and bodies met, wet hands squeezing their bodies so tightly together. They lay on the forest floor, grinding and squeezing at eachother. kimberly’s clothes soon joined the pile of Nicole’s, and the tentacles between their legs emerged wet and slick, twining and rubbing together as though tongues in a kiss.

“This slimethrall has been converted to be a controller. She and Slimemother are as one. You will obey.” Nicole’s lips moved, voice wet but firm.

“This slimethrall will obey.” Their lips met again, and stayed locked for an eternity.

Once their bodies were slicker with cum than Nicole’s with slime, the dark skinned controller stood and looked down to Slimemother’s pink body buried in the dirt. “slimethralls will help move Slimemother into the back of her pickup.”

Slick wet brains shuddered in pleasure as they moved to obey.

“I’m really glad you two got back together, you know? You two were always really good for each other.” Staci smiled as she rode in the passenger’s seat of Nicole’s car. It had been a long ride, but it hadn’t felt long. Between the radio and Nicole’s company she’d almost doubted they could be almost there when she looked out her window and saw wilderness becoming something vaguely resembling civilization.

“You’ll have her to thank for that, really. She was the one who brought is back together.” Nicole grinned as they pulled into the gravel cul-de-sac.

Staci shrugged as she began to get out of the car. “Hey, I’ll be happy to! I mean, I miss having you within walking distance, but I still see you at work and… Oooh this is a cute little place. You just need a white fence and a garden and it would be perfect!”

The front door opened as they approached, and kimberly stood in the doorway with a wide happy smile. Something about it was a bit too happy, a bit too excited in a youthful almost childish way.

Staci couldn’t blame her. I never actually met Kim before, but Nicole and I’ve worked together for years. These two were meant to be together.

She waved up to Kimberly as they took the few steps up the porch. “So I understand that you’re the one I’m supposed to thank for making my coworker smile so much more?” kimberly slowly nodded, and Staci grinned. “Well. Thanks, it really m—!”

Nicole pushed Staci into kimberly, whose strong arms wrapped around her as their lips fell together. Pink slime pooled past their lips as so much of it flooded into Staci’s mouth that had been still trying to form words. She struggled, kicking and flailing her arms, but with Nicole at her back shoving her deeper into the house as kimberly’s hands held their mouths together there was nothing she could do.

When the kiss ended she coughed up a mouthful of pink slime. The room was spinning. It was a bathroom, which only raised more questions. “Th… The fuck was that?”

“Oh, just so you’d be ready for a bath.” Nicole threw back the shower curtain with a warm smile. Behind it, the large tub was full of the same pink slime dripping down from Kimberly and Staci’s lips. “Slimemother wanted another recruiter. I chose you. Slimethrall. Give her to mother.”

Staci’s screams made it impossible to hear Kimberly’s reply.

It didn’t take long at all for the slime to swallow up Staci’s voice along with all of her body after Kimberly gave Staci a good hard shove.

Nicole and Kimberly laced their fingers together as they watched Staci’s struggles slow, and as clothes were torn away. They kissed, and savored the pleasure of their shared obedience. Slimemother would grant them another sister, but all that mattered in that moment was their closeness and shared obedience to the slime that had birthed them as sisters.

Slime dissolved at Staci’s brain as Nicole and Kimberly moaned in orgasm.