Her mind spun. What was this thing before her? She felt hypnotized by its pulsating, writhing form, even as her friends and companions called after her. We've got to run. Now! called Teark from behind her. But Allyana couldn't look away from the fleshy ooze that was slowly sliding across the floor toward her. All of the eyes that floated within its mass were focused on her now, and each mouth upon its surface would smile when it wasn't chanting. Ally heard what must have been hundreds of different languages coming from the mouths all along the creature's exterior. The ones that should could understand were saying the same thing - let us taste you.

Ally was still distracted when she saw a flash. One of the mouths on the flowing beast opened and a stream of spittle shot into Ally's eyes. She screamed. Her eyes burned horribly. She trashed, trying to wipe the liquid from them. She fell. The sounds were getting closer now. It felt as though the ground below her were melting - as if she was sinking into it, if only slightly. It was soft around her skin, like she was sitting on the top of cool, thick porridge. Then she felt it touch her.

Ally screamed again, though she could barely hear it above the noise of the creature's thousands of mouths. Her vision was still obscured, and she reached back behind herself on the ground, trying to pull herself away. But the strangely altered ground below her would not allow her to move - she was stuck. There was a greater pressure on her foot. A portion of the creature was swelling around her shoe now, tugging and pulling at it with its mouths. Something else was happening to it too. Like the floor, Ally could feel the shoe getting softer, as if it were melting. Just seconds later, what once felt like a shoe now felt like a coating of sticky gel around her foot - gel that was quickly pulled away by the creature's mouths.

She could feel it now, on her skin. The creature was soft and jelly-like. It felt like thick water flowing over and between her toes, though it moved with alien intelligence. Ally screamed again, her lost vision only accentuating the tactile sensations. The feeling shifted for just a second, almost as if there was a suction cup in that one spot. Then she felt another, and another. Then she felt teeth gently graze the sole of her foot. She flinched in terror, but quickly realized that the contact wasn't violent. It was the gentle nibble of a passionate lover. She shivered - the little points of suction were kisses from the things many mouths. As it slowly engulfed her foot, it was kissing and licking and nibbling her flesh.

Ally's mind reeled. It was terrifying. The creature was upon her, and she was helpless. But at the same time, the sensations of the many mouths caressing her foot - one even sucked gently on her toes - were strangely erotic. She screamed again. Again, no help came.

The creature had oozed its way past her ankle now - her foot was completely engulfed. It began to slide slowly up her bare calf - its edge felt to Ally like the sensual caress of a lover. The kisses continued up past her ankle now, along with the almost loving nibbles. Ally tried to pull her leg up, but found herself held fast. She kicked with her other leg, down past the bottom of her foot. She whined aloud as she felt it stick into the slime of the creature. She screamed again, tears now pouring freely down her cheeks, as she felt her second shoe begin to deform and melt away. The slime and mouths of the creature began to flow over that foot as well.

Ally screamed and thrashed in place, though she could not escape. The ground distorted below her, shifting below her as she shifted her weight. The creature had oozed all the way up to one knee, and was quickly rising along her second leg as well. Beyond the certainty of death, there was another truth that Ally could no longer deny. She was immensely turned on by the creature's movements and manipulations. This thought terrified her nearly more than the thought of death. She was prepared for death - most good adventurers were, really. But she was not prepared to find herself aroused - completely aroused, now - by the creature that killed her.

It had reached her thigh now, and as its form slid up along her skin the sensations changed again. Ally's lips felt strange. It almost felt as though flesh were pressed against them. She was done screaming now - it would do her no good - but it still surprised her when she moaned a little. Her hands went up to her face - there was nothing on it, nothing touching her mouth. But she could still feel it, much more intensely now. And even stranger, she could faintly taste her own perspiration on her tongue. She remained confused by these sensations until she felt the creature brush against her undergarments, and felt her undergarments melt away. As the creature gently oozed into the tangles of her pubic hair, Ally sensed a shift in the taste in her mouth. Now it tasted like her sex. The creature was sharing its senses with her somehow, and now she was tasting her own juices as the creature moved onto her most private places.

Ally's mind reeled at the realization. She was beyond denial at this point, now welcoming the creature's violation. But she had not expected this. The creature oozed over her pubic hair, surrounding her private cleft. She could taste the light dew along the edges of her outer lips. She had never considered becoming intimate with other women, but now the taste of her own body was intoxicating. Mouths forms and kissed around the area. Ally was overwhelmed by the sensations, both those she felt with her own body, and those shared by the creature. She almost didn't notice as her vision began to return, but as she flailed around in ecstasy she saw the faint shadow of her own hand.

She only fully realized that her vision had returned once it became more clear. Ignoring the various sensations she was feeling, Ally bent her neck to finally get a good look at the creature's ravages of her body. At first she was confused - the fleshy ooze had flowed up her body, all the way to her crotch, she could see that. But what she couldn't see was the shape of her legs underneath the ooze. She attempted to trace the lines of her own body: down from the clothing that remained on her torso; past the skirt that had fallen up, revealing far more than Ally would have ever wanted to before; past the dark tangles of hair on her mound, where the creature formed many licking, kissing, sucking mouths; down her thighs - but that was all. She screamed, longer and harder than she had ever screamed in her life, and loosed a massive sobbing "NO!" from her throat.

The emotions and sensations varied to such degrees that Ally felt she was going insane. The physical pleasure she was feeling made sense now - the creature had melted her body as it had done with her clothes. She was slowly becoming a part of it, she feared - the shared sensations were just the start. It was terrifying, and yet at the same time Ally could not help but feel it unimaginably erotic to know that she was was not being consumed, but absorbed into another creature. That her body was blending with that of another and becoming one. She didn't know if she would keep her mind, but in that quick moment she decided she didn't care. And at that moment, Ally had her first orgasm with the creature.

She arched her back and pressed her thighs together, moaning loudly. She felt her sex tighten and then release. She could taste it through the creature's mouths - her mouths now - as her most intimate lips flooded with more moisture. She felt her body tighten again as she drank in her own flavor. She gasped for air as a mouth licked at her most sensitive nub of flesh - as her mouth licked it. Intense, focused pleasure ripped through her body. She was flailing around again, her body uncontrollable in its release. Then, just as her orgasm was beginning to subside, Ally felt slight pressure between her nether lips, and an equal pressure at the as of yet unmolested bud of her bottom. Then she felt as both orifices expanded as the creature began to invade the inside of her body.

Ally was no blushing virgin, but she still had never allowed a man to penetrate her behind. Partially as reflexes, and partially from the continuing spasms of her first orgasm, she squeezed her anus. She instantly regretted it, as pain surged through her. Even though the creature was almost fluid, and could compress to nearly nothing, for some reason it resisted here, still stretching her. Ally moaned again. Slowly more of the creature slid inside, even as its many mouths licked and sucked and kissed her body. She felt as a tongue formed and slid around the rim of her ass. She could taste it. It was repulsive. It was erotic. She didn't want it to stop. And it didn't stop.

Several inches of the creature were inside both her vagina and anus now, and it kept pressing further. The creature continued to ooze over her on the outside as well, though slower than before. Lips pressed against the lowest reaches of her belly. Ally enjoyed the sensation. She enjoyed the next sensation more. Mouths formed along the portions of the creature that were invading her body. They began to give her the same treatment inside as she was receiving out - kissing, licking, and nibbling the flesh inside her body. She felt the lips and tongues caress her, and she tasted the juicy wetness of her own vagina. She felt the lips and tongues caress inside her anus - but she tasted nothing from inside there, and was glad for that small gift. Her second orgasm (if it could be called a second, the first having never fully resided) surged through her. She was in heaven.

Even though it was moving slowly, the creature quickly filled Ally's tight crevice further than she had ever before experienced. The walls stretched and strained against the invader as it continued to push more and more inside. It began to pulse slightly - a sensation that only accentuated her growing pleasure. Ally could feel a tightness within her again as pressure build at the final entrance to her womb. A tongue formed on the creature's surface inside her, and she could feel on her own tongue as it slid slowly around her small cervix. She understood what the creature wanted, and to her surprise she wanted the same. Ally didn't know whether it was an effect of the creature, or an effect of her submission, but she felt her cervix loosen slightly, and felt as the creature took advantage, pressing a thin tendril of its ooze through the gap.

She barely had time to feel the new sensation before the creature began to fill her womb. Her cervix stretched open more and more as the creature began to slide inside. Ally briefly considered how she had wanted to have children someday, and how impossible that was now. But when the creature's mass had filled her womb, and yet did not stop, Ally's mind returned to the constantly growing arousal she was feeling. At first the expansion of her womb was painful - it was far too quick, as if the creature were too eager. After the initial shock, however, the pain dulled. Ally moaned as she felt her flesh, softened by the touch of the creature both outside and inside her belly now, expand.

Ally moved her hands to her belly, pressing them through the ooze of the creature, and making real contact with the flesh of her lower abdomen. She could feel it, with her hands, with her body, and with the body of the creature enveloping her. It was expanding noticeably now. She moaned loudly as she looked down, watching as her belly grew. She moaned softer as she watched herself swell. First there was merely a small mound within her flesh, but it rapidly grew. Within moments she appeared pregnant. Her belly swelled further, appearing three, four, then five months pregnant. Ally moaned again, and her body grew to look six, seven, and then eight months pregnant. Finally, as she gasped in pleasure at her stretched flesh, Ally's womb was filled completely. She looked as though she could give birth at any moment, but the alien pulsing of her belly spoke to the truth. She was not pregnant - she was filled. Much of the creature's bulk had been pulled up inside of her body - including, she imagined, the parts of her own legs that it had already absorbed.

She stroked her swollen abdomen through the slime that coated it, even as it moved further up, slowly melting away her last shreds of clothing. She didn't mind it. Nor did she mind the feeling of the creature still snaking its way through her intestines. While Ally's attention had been focused upon the rape of her womb, the creature had been hard at work inside of her guts. It pushed deeper and deeper inside her with the same slow, steady pace as within her sex, and pulsed with the same rhythm. Though her swollen belly concealed it, Ally could feel the wriggling, pulsing movement of the creature as the coils of her intestines pressed out from her insides. And she loved it.

Ally looked down again, surveying her wonderfully abused body. The creature's external movement had slowed, and it was only just reaching the undersides of her breasts. She waited eagerly for those new sensations - for the chance to roll her nipples between the creature's lips - her lips. The pulsing swell of her belly was immensely erotic, and she could barely keep her hands away from it. Below that, she knew, was almost nothing. She strained to move her "legs," and could barely see the stump of her thigh lift within the slime. She moaned as she watched the transition line, where her remaining flesh slowly melted away into the bulk of the creature like the wax of a lit candle. She knew her other leg was the same, and she imagined that much of what used to be her flesh was now within her womb. She moaned loudly, and traced her hands down the underside of her immense belly.

She slid them down, through the slime, keeping contact with her own flesh. She was feeling so many different sensations - both her own, and those she now shared with the creature - but was able to stay focused on the feeling of her own skin on her fingertips. She felt down the underside of her belly. Down where it rose from her waist. Down, further still, to the opening of her sex, from which so much pleasure emanated. She traced through the downy hair around her sex, parting the slime. Her fingertips gently grazed her parted lips. And she stopped, for just a moment. Then she moaned - a deep, guttural sound of pleasure - and surged into another massive orgasm.

There was no more room for surprise now, her higher mind thought. After everything that was happening to her, nothing should surprise her. And so she wasn't surprised. She was simply blown away. Ally had always thought of her sex as a strange, dainty thing. But now, under the effects of her monstrous lover, that was no longer the case. As her fingertips traced the edges of her pussy, where the creature still pressed in and out in steady rhythm, they moved out in a wide circle. Her most private lips where stretched in a wide, gaping circle - far beyond what was physically possible for a mortal girl. The creature's touch had made her flesh as malleable as clay, and she was enjoying it. She pressed her fingers gently against the column that invaded her, and slid the tips between its girth and her wonderfully mishapped lips. She pulled.

There was no extra give, and so the sensation was one of stretching, though the flesh stretched no further. Ally screamed in orgasm, her mind reeling with imagination of how she would look to others - a screaming, moaning woman, grasping the swollen lips of her pussy and pulling it wide open for her lover. She kept cumming, hard.

The creature's progress continued unabated, despite its captive's distractions. Slowly it inched up the creamy globes of her breasts, kissing and gently licking and nibbling at it as it moved. Slowly it engulfed her hard little nipples, and began its administrations there. As mouths formed and re-formed, sensually mauling her breasts, Ally's massive orgasm continued in waves.

She was so lost in her powerful, trashing orgasm that she lost track of the creature's momentum. Inside of her body, her stomach filled with the creature's oozing slime as it finally escaped the now-swollen tangles of her intestines. For Ally it was just another sensation of fullness as the creature expanded her stomach to monstrous proportions. As she was again stretched to the limit, the creature began to continue on. Ally's orgasm was constant now, and she was lost in it. But she still noticed as the creature began to climb her esophagus with a terrible feeling.

For the first time since she had completely given in to her lust, Ally was afraid. She whipped out of her orgasm, fighting the haze of continuing pleasure, as she fought the growing feeling that she was throwing up in slow motion. She was terrified. She screamed - but only for a moment. Suddenly there was no more air for a scream, as the fullness rising in her throat took a detour and pushed down her airway. She clutched violently at her neck with her hands, but it did little good. She had kept her fingers in the oozing body of the creature for too long, and her softened fingers bent and melted along her neck. The creature was filling her lungs now, Ally knew. This was it. Despite all of the horrors she was experiencing, this was finally her end. She closed her eyes.

She opened them again. The feeling of suffocation was subsiding, though no breath passed through her slime-filled throat. Ally concentrated for a moment, feeling through the slime that it had, in fact, filled her lungs. In fact, like her stomach and womb before them, her lungs were expanding unnaturally as the creature changed them. All could see, looking down at her slime coated chest, that it, too, was expanding. Her lungs began to expand painfully, straining against the confines of her ribcage, which had had no exposure to the creature and thus had no supernatural "give." Tears ran down from her eyes. She would have screamed, if her lungs still functioned. But they didn't. There was a loud popping sound that Ally felt more than she heard, and her ribs snapped in several places. The pain was intense - she almost blacked out. As her head rolled she caught a glimpse of her shattered chest, now swelling up and out under her broken ribs, pushing her breasts into the air.

Slowly, the pain again subsided, and the feeling of pleasure began to course back through her body. She knew the damage, could feel her appearance with no need for looking again. Her legs were melted and gone, now all the way to her hips. Likewise her fingers had softened and melted away, leaving what remained of her hands looking like wax in a fire. Her pussy and anus were both stretched beyond anything she could have before imagined. Her body was swollen all over, as her lungs and stomach and womb were all filled and over filled. But still, it wasn't over yet.

With no where left to go, the creature's slime pushed up Ally's throat. She could feel it rising again, like a slow sickness. She gagged as it pushed back up, into her mouth. She felt it touch the back of her throat. Felt it split - some flowing up, into her sinuses, while the rest pushed outward, caressing her tongue like a gentle lover. She shuddered and came again as the oozing tendrils of the creature entwined with her tongue, making sensual love to her mouth as it passed through it to the outside. It flowed past her teeth, and past her lips, finally ending its long, sensual journey through her. Ally's bliss only increased. She gave in, wholly and completely. Thin tendrils of the slime passed out of her nostrils and combined with the slime extruding from her mouth. Pleasure surged through her body. As if in response, the creature's bulk suddenly swelled within the whole of her body. She felt as the tightly stretched flesh of her belly torn like thin fabric, and the oozing pulse pushed out of her womb. A brief thought flitted through Ally's mind: I am finally a mother, and I have given birth to myself. A torrent of pleasure wiped her mind clean, and by the time it had subsided Ally's mind was no more.

It had only been minutes since the creature began to absorb the hapless adventurer, both body and soul. It took only a few more minutes for the body of the young woman to be broken, melted, and absorbed. Soon the broken shreds of Ally's body were only a faint shape that the slime held. Then, finally, there was no remaining sign of her at all.

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It was a day before Allyana's companions were able to find their way through the complex, and back to the room where she had fallen. They were prepared for the creature this time, and infused with a lust for revenge for their surely fallen comrade. They burst through the door, and as they expected, found the creature waiting. It pulsed with acknowledgment of their presence, and they felt their minds assailed. This time, however, they were prepared, and magical wards protected their minds. As mouths formed along the creature's surface, none of the companions noticed a soft feminine pair of lips among the others. Nor did the notice Allyana's voice among the cacophony of voices, whispering seductively: let us taste you.

Wow. Finally someone takes the time to dwell on something, instead of just describing it in passing.
And the vore doesen't hurt, either.

I like! You written anything else?

THAT was good o.0 More?

Unfortunately this is the only thing I've -finished- writing, and the only thing of any real quality. This one got a little bit of work every once in a while, over a long period of time.

I -do- intend to write more, perhaps even continuing with the same character (fantasy world - death is a temporary setback, though being absorbed into another creature may not be). But we shall see.

It was great, thank you for this :)

It would great for her to attack another female, this time we can see it from the other end

Re: Sis

You stole the idea right out of my brain :P

>>7

Sorry, I tend to do that sometimes, I have a very active imagination and I love corruption stories the most of all.

This was really great. Good job.

I really hope to see more like this, as I don't often come across slime or other types of goo girls (although this was technically a goo monster), and that's rather disappointing as that's one of my favorite kinks. Maybe next time it could be a slime girl who ambushes and fucks/eats some guy?

:-O You sir are an artist. Simply awesome.

I'm reaally nitpicking here: I would have liked to have seen a bit more description in the "belly torn like fabric" part. And by that I mean it's a tiniest flaw(for me) in a piece of art like Arabian mat makers make a one wrong knit in their mats because otherwise their mats would be.. perfect.

I loved this, but don't bring back the dead or the absorbed. The finality of it all is an important factor to some- me included.

No not listen to poster number 11.
Because he is an idiot.

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Candlelight flickered around the chamber. Several people stood in the shadows around the edges, while two more, dressed in long robes, knelt in the center. The two robed figures were chanting in a long forgotten tongue - the others were waiting. Between the two chanting figures lay what appeared to be a makeshift bed. In the middle of that, a single lock of hair.

Minutes went by, and nothing changed. The candles began to flicker more in an unseen wind. The chanting grew louder - almost echoing from the walls, despite the small size of the chamber. Above the bed the air began to shift and swirl. It rippled and shimmered, slowly shifting in shape from a small bubble of air, to a long oval shape. It drifted down, filling the surface of the bed. Slowly it became more opaque, gaining color like ever-deeper water.

From the shadows of the room, one of the observers whispered to the others. "Is it supposed to look like this?"

The form on the bed no longer looked like air - it was liquid now. It still shifted, and those in the shadows of the room became visibly agitated. The form was familiar now, but not the familiar form that was expected. The thing before them was not taking the shape of their fallen comrade, but the creature who had slain her. As if to underscore their concern, the lock of hair within the form dissolved, joining with the creature. Agitation became cries now, and several of the observers moved to grab their weapons.

Before they could act, one of the observers cried out. "Wait, look!"

The creature - for it was a creature - was nearly whole now. Faint outlines of eyes and lips and mouths could be made out, forming and re-forming along its surface. But something was different now than at their last meeting. Its shape was still shifting and moving with a slow pulse. It was elongating and splitting in places, stretching down the length of the bed. On the other end of the creature, one of the mouths remained. Closed eyes formed above it - female eyes. The lips parted slightly, and in a familiar female voice, the creature sighed softly.

"By the gods," and observer swore, slowly re-sheathing his blade.

While mouths and eyes still formed all over the creature's surface, it now held a distinctly human, distinctly female shape. Its chest bulged and grew, forming a pair of pert breasts. Where its legs split, the flesh began to split, and a female sex bubbled out to the surface. The face was distinct now, with full eyes, nose, and mouth. The appendages formed fingers and toes. Long hair began to grow from the scalp of the head, and shorter hair began to grow beneath her arms and on the surface of the mons.

The surface began to shift again. Its color became that of light flesh. The mouths and eyes stopped bubbling on its surface, leaving only those of the well defined face. The woman - for the form was clearly a woman now, nude and beautiful on the bed - gasped a long breath of air. Her chest heaved with the intake of air. Her eyes fluttered open.

The chanting stopped. The observers looked on. Allyana turned her head, not yet realizing she was laying, nude, before her friends. The ritual was complete - she was alive again.

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After a week in town, Allyana felt great. Her resurrection had cost her friends much, but she had eagerly repaid them. She had made the most of her new life with her short break - sparing no expense on food and drink. Everything felt, tasted, and smelled better than it had before. At first her friends had treated her strangely, but that had passed - mostly. Allyana could remember the last moments of her life - the terrible sexuality of it all. But she was new, and alive now. She was herself. Perhaps her death was still fresh in the minds of her friends - that could explain the strangeness toward her - but for Allyana, it was a lifetime ago.

She felt different, and new. In the evening, she bid her friends good night, and shut the door to her room behind her. She had paid for the best, and hat gotten it. A large floor to ceiling mirror stood against one wall, near her room's washbasin. Ally walked toward it, and smiled as she saw herself. She stood in front of it, admiring herself. She was pretty before, she had been told, but in her new life Ally swore she had gone from pretty to beautiful. She unfastened the buttons holding her clothes on, and let them fall to the floor. Naked now, she turned and preened, giving herself a private show. She could swear she looked better now than any other time in her life. Hells, she swore she looked better now than she had just earlier that week. Her face was soft, but defined. Her eyes a brilliant blue - though she swore they were green before. Her shoulders and arms were slightly tanned, and perfectly shaped. She had the body of an adventurer - of an athlete and a warrior combined. She ran her hands down her figure, feeling the softness of her skin. Her breasts were perfect. She knew this, despite having only seen a few others in her life - her first life. She slid her hands up her perfectly shaped tummy, and cupped the undersides of her breasts. They were soft and firm at the same time, with hard nipples standing high at attention. She was turning herself on, just with the looking and the touching. She felt herself moisten.

There was a soft sound, behind her. Ally spun. She hadn't noticed her window open when she came it, but it was clearly open now. Someone was in the room with her. She moved fast, sprinting to where her sword lay in its sheathe. But she was not fast enough. She felt a sharp pain at the back of her head, and she collapsed. In seconds, everything went black.

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Ally awoke in darkness. Remembering what had last transpired, she struggled, but to no avail. Her hands were bound behind her, and she felt like she was tied to a metal rod in a sitting position. She could hear voices, but could see nothing - the darkness was a hood of thick cloth. She had been taken from her room, that was all that she knew.

Two of the voices came closer. Both were female. "Is the letter prepared?" the one woman asked. The other replied "Yes, it's ready to be sent." "Good. Lets add our last little bit, then, and then we'll send it off to her friends." Ally was scared, despite her training. The two women were close. They noticed her head moving beneath the cowl. "Ah, she's awake," the first one said, "that'll make this more fun."

Ally felt their hands on her, and began to plead. When they didn't listen, she began to curse at them. They still ignored her, pulling her around the pole, and grabbing her hands. She screamed in pain as they twisted her hand forcefully, wrenching her wrist. "There, do it," the first woman said. Powerful hands held hers, forcing her to extend her fingers. Ally was not prepared for what came next, and as she felt the cold steel blade slice through her flesh and bone, she screamed and thrashed. The two women held her, and finished slicing off Ally's left index finger. When they were done, one of the woman punched Ally in the head, where she had been clubbed before. Her head lolled to the side, and she again passed into unconsciousness. The last thing she heard were the voices of the two women. "Do you think she'll be alright?" "Yes. We'll cauterize her hand, and she won't bleed to death. She better pray her friends give us the gold, though, or a lost finger will be the least of her concerns.

Nearly an hour later, a courier knocked on Talia's door. When she openned it, the man seemed startled. He stammered for a moment, then cleared his throat. "M-m-m-Miss? I have a letter for you. Or, er, I had a letter for you. Some folks pulled me aside and threatened m'life if I didn't bring it to you directly. B-b-But whatever was in it? Well, it kinda got the whole thing soggy. See?" The messenger raised what remained of the letter, holding it by its corner. It almost had the consistency of jelly. It reminded Talia instantly of something, but the fog of sleep was still upon her. Then it struck her, and Talia drew in a quiet gasp.

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Ally was hungry, in pain, and in darkness. It had been several days since she had been taken, and her allies had not yet come to her rescue. Her captors had not fed her, though the day before they had given her water. Their generosity was punctuated with violence - they had sliced off another of Ally's fingers that same day, from the opposite hand. The worst part of it, she thought, was that the pain from the loss of her first finger had just subsided when they decided to take the second. Her hand throbbed still, and even though they had burned both stumps closed, she wondered how much more should could take before she just bled out.

Sitting there, in the darkness, she sighed. This was not how she expected her life to go. Especially not the second time around. Her mind dwelled on her first death - the horrific sensuality of it. Her time alone with nothing but her own memories had brought the event back to the forefront of her mind, in painful clarity. With it had come the feelings - self doubt, hate, and pity. Ally hated herself for giving in to the creature. She hated that her last moments were not spent fighting, but writhing in orgasmic bliss. But despite her self-loathing, memories of the sensations - mental and physical - began to arouse her body yet again. She sobbed a little with the realization, and in a fit of frustration, struggled with her bonds, slipping her hands from the loose rope tie.

Wait, loose rope? Her senses snapped back to reality. Her hands were free, there was no denying it. Without worrying how it was even possible after being tied to tightly for so long, she rose, tearing the fabric sack from her head and taking a full, deep breath. The room was still dark, but she was loose. She could get out now, she knew. She began to inspect her surroundings: nothing but a blank stone chamber, with metal rods against the wall from ceiling to floor, for victims to be tied to. She grabbed at the rods with her hands, trying to see if any would come loose.

She gasped, and pulled her hands back up near her face. They were whole! No fingers had been lost. But she had felt it - those women had taken her fingers! But, if they did, how were they back? Ally knew no healing magic - no magic at all, really. She wasn't enchanted. Perhaps it was all a ruse? Perhaps those women had enchanted her, and made her believe her fingers were cut off. That had to be it. There was no other explanation. She rejoiced at feeling whole again.

Then, a sound from outside the chamber door. A voice. No, two voices. They were returning. Ally quickly ran back to where she had been tied. She could ambush them there - make them think she was still captured and under their spell, and then leap out and subdue them. All she had to do was put the sack back on her head, and put the rope loosely around her wrists, and- but there was a problem. Something had happened to the rope. What was once a hefty hemp rope now looked like a wet noodle. It had gone soft. Ally couldn't understand how it was possible. She didn't think - she didn't have time to. She ran back to the other side of the room, and hid against the wall with the door.

The door opened, and the two captors barely registered that Ally wasn't tied up before they were ambushed. The first through the door was slammed against the wall, and knocked out instantly. The other screamed, and tried to struggle. Ally wrapped her hands around the woman's wrists, and forced the both of them to the ground. She struggled for a moment, and as the women she fought cursed and screamed, Ally thought that her voice was that of the second woman - the one who had cut off the fingers - or at least made her believe her fingers were sliced away. She didn't care if it wasn't real though - it was real at the time. Ally's rage took over, and with it she was able to overpower the woman, and pin her down. As she sat straddling the woman, a strange feeling began to course through Ally. She felt... aroused.

Ally couldn't help herself. She began rocking her hips. Below her, the woman's eyes went wide. "What in the hells are you doing?" Ally shifted her arms, keeping the woman pinned but covering her mouth with her hand. She rubbed again against the woman's body, feeling the texture of the woman's clothes against her sex. The feelings of lust and arousal were nearly overwhelming. Ally closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly. She moaned quietly, still enjoying the sensations below her. The woman kept struggling, but could not escape.

Ally spent several minutes enjoying the situation before she realized that the woman below her was trying to scream. Ally stopped her grinding motions, openned her eyes, and looked down. Flashes of memories from her own death filled her mind, and for a moment Ally was horrified. As quickly as the memories had come, though, a sense of willing acceptance filled Ally's mind. This was who she was now. Ally knew why the woman wanted to scream - after all, she had gone through a similar event - but she took no pity on the woman, and simply grinned a wicked little grin.

The woman was still pinned to the ground, but something had been changed. The floor around them was soft, like a thick porridge. Her clothes had melted and fallen away where Ally was grinding her sex. Worst, though, were her arms. Her shoulders were okay, if a bit strained, but as Ally surveyed them they abruptly ended, melting away into pools of flesh-like goo at the points where Ally had gripped them to pin her down. The transformation was faster, Ally thought, than her own. Perhaps it was the force she was using, or perhaps it was the effect of having a single concentrated will behind it. It didn't really matter to Ally though - the woman was trapped, and Ally's mind was filled with a single thought: She would be hungry no longer. She would taste this woman, body and soul.

She lifted her hands from the woman's body. They stuck with the melted slime of the woman's arms, and Ally noticed that they had softened and mixed. As she focused on them, however, they reformed. Perhaps she had lost her fingers, she thought, only to have them reform. The woman below still struggled wildly, though it did her no good. Her screams were constant now, and Ally was quickly growing tired of them. She decided to try something, and leaned forward, pressing her face against the woman's. Their lips touched, despite the screams, and Ally held her face tightly against her former captor's. She extended her tongue, and gently caressed the woman's lips. The woman, in surprise and disgust, closed it fast, not wanting Ally to continue her oral molestations. This, though, was Ally's intent. As she continued to kiss and lick the resistant woman's soft feminine lips, they too grew malleable. After a few moments, Ally pulled away, and smiled a wicked smile. Without her realizing it, the woman's lips had been fused together, softened by Ally's touches and then closed. She attempted to scream again, but could not - only a muffled sound could be heard from behind her forever-closed mouth.

Ally sat atop her victim, and surveyed again. The woman now lay with only the stumps of her arms remaining, though they seemed to be fused to the softened ground where they had melted over it. She thrashed her head, but no noise came out - Ally had seen to that. Around them, the floor was a familiar texture - soft, malleable, and impossible to move away on. The woman's waist was completely uncovered where Ally had been grinding, the clothes melted away. Ally took a moment to unbutton her victim's remaining blouse, and pull it open. She had never before fancied herself being attracted to women, but Ally couldn't help but sigh a little and smile as the two tanned breasts came into view. They were smaller than her own, but just slightly. Perhaps, she thought, they were the same size as Ally's breasts before her death - she understood, now, that her physical appearance had been improved, simply because she had gained the ability to shape it with her will alone, even if only subconsciously. But that was beside the point now. She twisted at the waist, and took a look at the woman's legs. While most of her pants remained intact, the woman's feet were stuck fast in the morass of the semi-liquid ground. She had tried to thrash her legs around, at first, but Ally supposed that that had only made things worse for her - made her feet sink into the floor, and hold her fast.

It is time for more, Ally thought. Her playful grin made the woman's eyes go wide with fear. Ally leaned forward again, and gently kissed her victim's fused lips. She began to talk to her new plaything. She told her about her own death, in all of its graphic detail. She told her how it had felt to be filled - really, truly filled. How it had felt to be absorbed. How it had felt to share sensations with another, to feel herself from the outside, and to taste her own body. She spoke in quiet, sensual tones, and punctuated her tale with brief kisses every few sentences, or gentle caresses with her tongue. Her eyes stayed locked with her victim's eyes, and the still-growing fear she saw there only made her more aroused.

Ally's hips were grinding against the woman again, and she could feel the wetness from her sex spread around the woman's belly. The position Ally had taken to allow her access to the woman's mouth had another benefit - their breasts touched, only barely. Ally found that as she wriggled around, her now rock-hard nipples would bump and touch those of her victim. She knew the woman was terrified, but also, Ally suspected, aroused. Her nipples grew harder with each contact with Ally's. It was an amazing sensation for Ally, as the hard nubs barely touched and then passed on. It was almost as if they were kissing there too. Ally moaned with the thought, imagining what that would look like.

But - she realized - she didn't have to imagine. She shuddered and moaned with sexual realization, and bore down in a passionate attack on the woman's mouth. The shudder felt strange and new to Ally. Though Ally didn't see it, the eyes of the woman below her went wide as she watched. It seemed, for a moment, that Ally's body began to... bubble. Over all of Ally's flesh that the woman could see, small bumps that looked like lips surfaced, parted slightly, and then disappeared.

But not all of Ally's form remained unchanged. As her nipples again brushed those of her victim, she concentrated, and forced herself to change. She felt her nipples soften slightly, and felt as each began to form a slight hole in its very center. Ally nearly lost control as her transformation continued. From the inside of her breasts, something began to push out of the holes at the center of her nipples. They were slimy and soft, and at first fairly thin. As they pushed further out though, they tapered into something thicker, and her nipples stretched to accommodate them. Ally leaned back, sitting up again on the woman. She slid her hands up, cupping the undersides of her own breasts, and took a look. Each of her nipples stretched and opened. Each of her breasts extended a slimy, sensual tongue through its nipple. She stroked her breasts, and felt an electric surge of pleasure as her two new tongues slithered around, caressing the very nipples they called home. Ally's eyes snapped closed, and she lost it, surging into her first orgasm of the day. She relished the mixed sensations, riding them through her orgasm. The feeling of a soft, smooth tongue on her nipples. The feeling of hard/soft nipple flesh on her tongues. The feeling of her body stretching and changing. She made soft grunting noises, and louder moaning noises, as the waves of pleasure washed through her. A much harder please wave crashed through her as she raised her hand higher on her chest, and gently licked her own fingers through her breast.

The woman below Ally had tears in her eyes now. She had known this thing above her was a monster since she had first seen what was happening to her arms. But as it tilted its body upward - the body of a beautiful mortal woman - and sprouted slimy tongue-like protrusions from its teats, the woman knew that this was unlike any monster she had seen before. As Ally rocked though her orgasm, the woman wished she could scream. And yet, at the same time that the image before her was horrifying, another thought was swirling through her mind. She was getting turned on.

Just a small update - mostly the "filler" elements, if all you want is the "sex." Still, I was making progress so I thought I'd share what I could. I plan on taking some of the comments to heart (like, say, number 10), and expanding on the "graphic" nature of parts of the process - having an intelligent mind on -both- sides of the interaction will surely allow the process to be slowed and extended, hopefully for the pleasure of all involved.

So let me get this right, she was absorbed by the slime and now is the dominant personality. She now is somewhat evil and can reform her body at will, absorb people and then go back to being normal?

THIS IS AWESOME

One of my favorite corruption stories so far

Could she change form and not melt the person?

Can she grow a dick?

I can't even begin to tell you how wet I am, keep it up!!

>>16

Haha. So far, here's the (planned) answers.

Yes. Yes (though I wouldn't say "evil" - I'd say "overwhelmed by "the creature's" natural need/urge to "feed" by absorbing others - which is accompanied, for her, by massive feelings of lust.

I do hope it -is- awesome :D.

Double awesome.

We shall see (but if I -had- to say, I'd say "yes, if she can control herself").

We shall see (again, if I -had- to say, I'd say there'd be a better chance if she, -ahem-, "took someone else's" first).

I can't begin to tell you how satisfying it is to hear that someone else enjoys it as much as me - though I think it'd make my wife jealous ;).

As Allyana's pleasure began to return to manageable levels, she returned her attention to the woman stuck below her. Her smirk returned as she began to lean forward again, bending down as she had before. She lowered her lips within an inch of the woman's, but no closer. The woman had given in, it seemed - she lay still, not struggling or resisting, though tears still slowly welled in her eyes. Ally didn't care. The woman would know pleasure like none before her had known, and she would give in to it. Ally closed her eyes, and opened her mouth. With a sensual slowness that the woman could see - and almost feel - Ally snaked her tongue from her mouth, and gently touched the woman's lips. While that sensation alone was enough to send shivers through Ally's victim, it was not alone.

The woman felt the same warm, wet sensation on each of her breasts at the same time she felt it on her fused lips. Soft, feminine tongues began to gently trace around the surface of her breasts, slowly moving closer and closer to her rock-hard nipples. The woman's body shuddered again. The feelings were incredible, as if she were with three lovers at once. The fact that she wasn't - that she was, in fact, with only a single, monstrous, woman - actually made the sensations feel more sensual. The woman hated herself for that. She hated Ally as well. It felt as if she was surrendering, against her better judgment.

New sensations ripped these thoughts from her mind. On her breasts, the twin tongues had reached her nipples, and with a passion she had felt perhaps once before in her life, they began to lick and tease the little nubs. She moaned, the sound muffled by her sealed mouth. Above her, Allyana moaned too. Her eyes snapped shut, and she arched her back in obvious pleasure.

If the woman below Allyana was experiencing things mortals merely dreamed of, Allyana was experiencing sensations far beyond that. She had tasted the woman's lips, had kissed them. And at the same time, she tasted the woman's skin - the soft flesh of her wonderful breasts. Ally traced the tongue around the woman's soft, smooth lips. At the same time, she traced her tongue around the woman's hard, erect nipples. The sensations twisted and melted together, much as Ally knew their bodies soon would. Ally arched her back in pleasure, mashing her breasts harder against her victim's. Her tongues pressed wide and flat, enveloping the other woman's nipples in a sensual embrace until Ally bent back down. She could see fear still in the eyes of the woman below her. But she could also see that the fear was quietly being pushed aside by pleasure, and by longing. She felt the woman moan again as she traced circles around her nipples, teasing them and daring them to get still harder.

Allyana leaned in again, and passionately kissed the woman's sealed mouth. At the same time, her breasts pushed down against the woman's again. Yet this time, the woman felt the tongues slither and slide back into Ally's breasts. She was not, however, free from molestation. As the woman's hard nipples pressed against Ally's flesh, she could feel Ally's breasts changing again. One of her nipple's bumped the woman's, and began to open again. This time, however, no tongue pushed through. Instead, the nipple split and opened, engulfing the victim's own. Inside was soft and warm and wet. A tongue flicked at the engulfed nipple. It was a mouth! Though the woman could not see it, her other nipple was embraced by Allyana's other breast. As Allyana passionately kissed the woman's mouth with her own, the mouths that had formed on each of her own breasts mauled the woman's with sensual abandon. They licked, they sucked, they squeezed. And in moments, Ally could feel the woman straining. Then she began to shudder. Then she released, in one of the most beautiful orgasms Ally had ever seen.

The woman's mind was still reeling as she came down from the orgasm. She could still feel Allyana's mouths on her breasts - still sucking and tweaking her nipples. She was experiencing it, but she still didn't fully believe it. She could feel Allyana's lips pressed against her own, still sealed. She felt, though, as they began to split again, returning to normal. She opened her mouth without hesitation, and moaned gently as her tongue entwined with Allyana's. She was giving in, she knew, but she didn't care. Their kiss only grew more passionate, mouths pressed and dancing. Two more mouths making passionate love to her breasts. She was in bliss.

Ally slowly pulled her mouth away from the woman's. She smiled again, a wicked, hungry smile. "Can I trust you to be good?" she asked. At the meeting of their breasts, her mouths pinched and sucked the woman's nipples, and the woman moaned loudly. "I'll take that as a yes," Ally said. "Do you want more?" The woman moaned again, and Ally's grin grew wider. "Tell me," she whispered, bringing her face back down near the woman's. "Tell me what you want me to do." The woman writhed below her, her eyes closed. It was several moments before she got a hold of herself, and stopped. Slowly her eyes opened, and she looked into Allyana's eyes - eyes filled with a sexual hunger the woman had never before seen. The woman thought, for a moment. Her arms were liquid stumps at her sides. Her feet were trapped within a swamp-like ground. Her breasts were trapped within the sensual mouths of a monster. And yet, she could not remember feeling so good. She could not remember ever feeling so fulfilled. Every part of her mind was telling her no - telling her to resist. And yet her mouth moved, as if it were taking orders from the animal side of her - the sexual side. "Please," the woman whispered, "take me. Take me completely. Let me feel things no other woman has felt. I... I need it." Ally's eyes gleamed with pleasure and pride. Slowly she lowered her face the tiny distance down, and let her lips softly touch those of her - now willing- victim. She kissed her, not with the explosive passion from before, but with the gentleness of a true lover. Ally made no sound of acceptance, but her meaning was clear.

Ally spent the next few minutes embracing the woman. Their kisses transitioned back into the lusty, twisting kisses from before, while all the while Ally's breasts continued their administrations. Neither noticed when Ally's form began to shift and change again - they were both far too distracted. Ally only realized something was amiss when she began to receive even more sensory input. While her mouth pressed against the woman's mouth, while her mouths sucked and nibbled at the woman's breasts, while her soaked and swollen sex strokes the woman's skin, new sensations floated into Ally's consciousness. She pulled away, lifting all three mouths away from her victim's body, to take a look. The woman moaned deeply, even without Ally's manipulations of her mouth or breasts. Ally almost didn't notice the difference - but then she looked down.

Whether because of her continued arousal, her lack of concentration, or something else, Ally's body had begun to melt and flow over her victim's torso. While all of her was still continuous, Ally now appeared to be rising from a mound of flesh-colored slime. Her legs had lost their shape, as had the rest of her torso beneath her navel. She could still feel her pussy between the writhing slime of her lower half and the skin of her victim. She tried to flex it - to tighten the muscles there. She could feel it as she did - she still had control of it, it was still her sex. In fact, as she sat, she realized that she had control of all of the fleshy slime - it was, after all, her own body.

Her soaking, stroking sex wasn't the only thing touching the woman's body. Much to the pleasure of both women, mouths formed and re-formed all along the malleable portions of Ally's body. Both women could feel as they kissed and licked and nibbled and caressed the woman's belly - their administrations were what was keeping the woman in a constant state of bliss, even when Ally had abandoned her breasts. Ally twisted to look down her back, and was surprised when she was able to completely rotate her torso without shifting the slime that was now her bottom half. She found that the woman's pants had begun to dissolve and break down where they were in contact with Ally's "legs." She smiled and decided to hurry the process. As she reached down she found that the bottom garments easily peeled away under her touch. Slowly she removed every last inch of the woman's coverings. At last, she was nude.

Allyana breathed in deeply, and admired the view. She had seen other women's sexes in the past, but never so intimately. She had only ever really explored her own, and even then she never really looked at it. Gently she reached down, and gripped the woman's thighs. She pulled them apart, slowly. Though her feet had been stuck fast, the ground gave way under its mistress's will and allowed the feet to slide until it could lock them in again where Ally chose. The sex was a soft, wet thing. With the woman's legs wide apart, Ally could see the outer lips spread wide, and the puffy inside lips pushing out into the air. Wild black hair spread up from the edges of the outer lips and up the rise to the woman's belly. Its tangles disappeared into the flesh-jelly of Ally's bottom half.

She licked her lips, while beneath her the woman continued to moan and occasionally buck gently. Ally placed her hands lightly on the woman's thighs and slowly began sliding them, bringing them closer to the woman's wet and open sex.

Another small update - I've been busy with other things, but, I swear, this is getting done.

I posted this because it seems to motivate me to continue on - sort of a "well, that part is really done now - time to do more."

Dickslimegirl and tentacles please!

This is great.
It will be interesting to see if Allyana will be able to hide her new self from her allies, or if she will succumb to her instincts.

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The woman moaned deeply as Ally's fingers gently brushed her open cleft. Ally had felt herself before, touching and stroking her own sex, but she was still impressed by how wonderful her victim's moist inner lips felt on her fingers. She had not even considered enjoying the pleasures of another woman's flesh before, but here she was, stroking her fingers between the soft lips, but not yet dipping inside the tight inner hole. Perhaps it was a side effect of her new lease on life - or perhaps these feelings had always been there, lurking just outside of her awareness. She didn't know - she didn't care. Her fingers glistened, even in the dank cell, covered with the woman's juices. Slowly she traced them back up and out, away from the woman's sex. Finally she brought her fingers to her lips, and satisfied her deep urge - no, need - to taste. Her tongue reached out and gently licked the silky fluids from her fingers, and from between her fingers. Ally closed her eyes in satisfaction - it tasted better than she would have ever imagined. She moaned, and as if in response, the woman below her moaned as well.

Ally twisted her torso back around so that she was again facing the woman's head. Slowly she leaned down, pressing her skin against the woman's inch by inch, until finally their faces were again within inches. The woman was nearly panting. Ally smirked in satisfaction, then opened her nipple-mouths and began to suckle the woman's breasts. She put her hands lovingly on the sides of the woman's face, and initiated another long and lusty kiss as the woman groaned and moaned in pleasure from the supernatural pleasure she was receiving.

Ally slowly lifted her lips apart from the woman's. She moved her face down, so that her mouth was at the woman's ear, and whispered into it. "I'm going to take you now," she said. "I'm going to taste every inch of your body. I'm going to fill you like no man has ever before. I'm going to give you so much pleasure that you mind will fail, and you will be lost in ecstasy for all of time." Each word was received by the woman as she received all physical contact now - with a small shudder, a slight moan, and strong feelings of want. She did not answer Ally - not with words anyways - but the meaning was there for any observer to read: the woman was willing. Not only willing, but eager. Ally sensed this. She smiled a bit wider before flicking her tongue out to tickle the woman's ear. "Well then," she hissed to the woman, "I think we should start with the real fun now."

Before the last word had filtered through the woman's senses, she felt the new sensations Ally had in store with her. Her nipples, still within the monstrous mouths on Ally's breasts, felt pinched. There was a sharp pain in each. Then, the sensation of stretching. The woman wriggled a little, and gasped. It felt like something thin and slimy was pushing into the hole in the end of each nipple, stretching it wider as it pushed further and further inside. But that was impossible, the woman knew. There were no holes in the tips of her nipples. That was impossible - it wasn't even the way breasts worked. But the sensation was undeniable - her nipples were being penetrated, now all the way into the fleshy mounds of her breasts.

Ally lifted her own torso up just enough to give the woman a clear view. Her victim, curious now, tilted her own head down, gazing at her breasts. What she was shouldn't have surprised her - not at this point. Where Ally's nipples touched her own, the slimy tongue-like extrusions were extended out from Ally's body, and pressing in to her own. Her nipples now had much in common with Ally's - they were stretched open to fit their invaders, apparently taking the swirling tongues into holes through their centers. They had opened, it seemed, just as Ally's had before. But, the woman thought, I'm no monster. How can this be happening to me?

But it was happening to her, and as if to hammer than point home each of the slimy violators in her nipples thrust deeply into her new holes. She couldn't help but moan - the feeling was incredible. The stretching was almost painful, but only almost. It has a satisfying mix of pain and pleasure - a satisfying feeling of fullness in places she never expected it. When her eyes fluttered open again, she could see the flesh of her breasts swelling, almost squirming, as if something was inside them, moving within them. It was impossible - she didn't care. It was horrifying -she didn't care. It felt incredible - she came.

Ally could feel the woman tighten and release. Her breasts didn't change - there were no muscles there to tighten, after all - but Ally could feel it like a pulse through the victim below her. She understood. When she had been exposed to this much pleasure, she had done the same - lost herself to it. And here this poor - or was it lucky - woman was feeling sensations no woman had felt before. She was having her breasts penetrated, violated, and pleased from the inside. Ally swirled the tendrils of fleshy ooze within each breast, which made the woman gasp again. "Do you like that?" Ally asked, already knowing the answer. "Why don't we try some more?"

Ally closed her eyes and concentrated. She pushed, sending more of her own slimy form out through her nipples. She didn't know where all of the mass came from - she was probably using her own melted organs to form the excess ooze - and she didn't really care. Slimy tendrils pushed out of her own nipples and through those of her victim. As both women looked on, the woman's breasts began to expand like overfilled balloons. The woman mouthed a silent no in disbelief as her swollen body deformed more. The growth continued until each breast was bigger than either woman's head. The woman groaned and moaned, enjoying the sensations, while still staring on in disbelief. The fleshy inside of each breast churned and wriggled, highlighting the alien nature of the situation, and sending tiny shivers of pleasure down the woman's spine.

"Do you like me inside you?" Ally asked. The woman nodded feebly, lost in the sensations coming from her swollen, throbbing, breasts. Ally smiled and ran her hands along the sides of the woman's now-massive tits. "Do you like them?" she asked as she stroked the stretched flesh. "I can make you into anything I want, you know. I can touch you, anywhere I want. I can fill you, in whatever way I want. You are," she said, squeezing the woman's breasts," mine."

Ally gave the woman a few moments to bask in the pleasure of the sensations she was experiencing, then began to turn her attention elsewhere. Unseen by the woman, but certainly felt, the slime that was Ally's midsection began to slowly creep through the tangles of the victim's wild black pubic hair. As it passed through it, the slime quickly dissolved and absorbed the hairs, leaving the woman's abdomen bare. It continued to creep, even as the woman moaned and twitched. Soon it had encircled her sex, leaving her whole pubic area clean and smooth. The oozing flesh moved further, finally engulfing the outside of the woman's folds.

The woman moaned and shifted as much as she could. Ally's fleshy pseudopod gently stroked the outer edges of the woman's sex. Ally bent down, her body folding unnaturally over the woman's engorged breasts, and kissed her with an open mouth and exploring tongue. When their lips parted again, the woman found Ally's eyes, and stared into them. Her captor seemed to be lost in thought for a few moments, though the woman could feel the gentle caress of her sex continuing. Then Ally grinned. "Have you ever seen a starfish?" She asked. Her victim was completely confused by the question, especially given the circumstances. Ally sent a pulse of mass into the woman, swelling one of her breasts even further before it retracted. She again had her attention. "A starfish," Ally continued, her voice almost a whisper, "can turn itself inside out - put its stomach on the outside in order to eat. I thought of this because: I'm going to do it to you." The woman's eyes went wide, and she began to struggle as much as she could. Ally's grin grew wider. "Oh, I'm not going to eat you. No, I'm going to fill you. But I want it to feel good for both of us, so instead of just poking and prodding like a man would, I'm going to fill your sex with my sex. Can you even imagine how this is going to feel? The walls of our sexes touching, rubbing, stroking together. Your body filled with the flesh from mine." The woman stopped struggling, and just stared. "That's right," Ally said, "I thought you would approve."

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Updated. Because I'm still working on this, -slowly-.

Thanks, it's people like you that makes the internet go round.

Oh god is this great!

a new star is born.

MORE!

Wat.

Wow, apparently I should update this. Soon, folks, soon.

The woman could feel the pseudopod of flesh covering her sex begin to shift and change, but she could only imagine what would happen next. Ally, on the other hand, had closed her eyes, and could visualize exactly what was occurring, as if she could see it with her eyes. The mouth of her sex, which still sat on the bottom of the flesh that used to be her lower torso, pressed into the flesh of the woman's belly, began to migrate. Ally's jelly-like flesh began to shift and slide, and her wet opening slid down the woman's belly, past her bellybutton, and down along the inside of the flesh that extended between her legs. Finally Ally could feel it - could almost see it - as her slit touched that of her victim, and continued down. She shuddered a bit in pleasure as her sex's migration finally stopped. The two girl's sexes were pressed together like lips in a kiss, their soft, wet folds intermingling like the tongues of lovers.

Ally pushed. Her cervix moved forward. She pushed again, sending it further, inverting her body. A grunt, and another push, and she felt her sex turning almost inside-out. She could see it in her mind's eye - her cervix pushing out from her depths, spreading her lips in an obscene display. It felt incredible so far - inner flesh rubbing against flesh. She concentrated, pushing the pleasure from her mind for the time being, and pushed once again, moaning loudly. Her slippery inner flesh pushed past her own lips. It pushed out of her amorphous torso. She could feel as it touched new flesh - as her warm, wet interior came into contact with the soaking lips of her victim's sex. The woman below her moaned, her sound combining with Ally's own. The flesh continued on, slowly but steadily penetrating the woman's sex. Ally could feel small spasms wracking her body, but she tried to ignore them. Her sex was completely inside-out now - a terrible fleshy phallus with a cervix for a head.

The feeling of her inner flesh rubbing and stroking that of the woman below her was almost too much, but somehow she managed to control herself. The woman, however, did not. As Ally could finally feel her cervix bump against that of the woman, she felt the woman's entire body contract. The squeezing pressure as the woman clamped down on Ally's extended sex was too much. As the woman's whimpers, shouts, and shivers began, so too did Ally's. She felt her extended sex pulse in time with her own sexual contractions, and those of her victim. It expanded for a few moments at a time, conforming completely to the inner contours of the other woman. For Ally the sensation was incredible - for the woman, it was unbelievable. She was being filled, and touched, in ways that no man could ever have done. As the woman's body rode the waves of orgasm, the sensations in her breasts accentuated her pleasure - they too writhed and pulsed, stroked from the inside by unseen fingers of slime-like flesh.

It took a few minutes for both women to come down from their orgasmic highs. The woman, still panting slightly, was the first to open her eyes. Though Allyana herself had not felt it, her body had changed. Her form had been destabilized from the intense pleasure as it surged through her. Her face was still obvious, as was her general shape - but her form had melted and liquefied in most places. The woman looked around. Ally's body had lost its shape - it was an amorphous blob of semi-translucent, flesh-colored slime, roughly the size of a grown woman's torso. Strands of ooze-like flesh drooped down, resting on the woman's body, while the largest amount of the bulk sat just above her hips, melting over her like fleshy ice cream. Ally's arms were reduced to thicker strands of ooze, which melted down to the ground around the woman's armpits. Her breasts were slightly thicker strands, though instead of touching the ground, they fed into the woman's stretched and mutated nipples, flowing into her oversized breasts with a slow, soothing movement. Perhaps the most unsettling thing about the whole situation was Allyana's head, which retained most of its shape. Her hair had melted together in places, and her colors had blended, taking on the same color as the rest of her form. The thing that made is most strange, though, was its location. Allyana's head remained where it had been before, despite the destabilization of the rest of her body. In hung in mid-air, suspended from a stalk of slimy flesh above the woman's face. It was disturbing and strange - but given the continuing weirdness of the situation around her, the woman could not say she was surprised. In fact, as she gazed upon Allyana's face - her eyes still closed, her mouth open and breathing gently as her powerful orgasm slowly subsided - the woman only found herself marveling at how beautiful it was.

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Another update (and I decided to use a screen-name - hooray!)

If you're interested, let me know. I keep putting a little bit of time into this, every once in a while. I'm honestly surprised at how -long- it's gotten, at this point.

Still interested! Please, please keep writing. You're much better than most of the authors on here.

Lovely to see something other than all out gore or scat.
Very well written too.

Keep it up, this is one of the few good fics on this site

Great! And I totally agree with >>33, it is really great to see something that isn't scat or total gore with no sex.

Keep up the good work!

This is the best story of its kind I've read anywhere in at least a year. Abandoning it would be criminal. Thank you for making this.

I'm going to assume that this is the only story of this kind of subject matter you've posted online?

Honestly, it's the only, er... x-rated story I've posted anywhere, ever. :P Plus, it's so far-and-away better than my other "adult" written work to date that the rest is honestly embarrassing at this point. Though I didn't get actually commissioned for it, I'm thinking of writing another based on an image/concept that someone posted a while back that I liked.

Thanks for the positive feedback, folks. I've got some free time this weekend, so I'll work on this a bit more.

You should post a version of this on the site I linked.

(ANd I found this story based on another site: http://www.process-productions.com/forum/showthread.php?t=20397


But, yeah, I like this story, and I do hope to see more of it.

I'm hoping you don't mean this story was posted (or really, even linked to) on the Process Forums. That would be... aggravating, since I don't have a way to gain full access to the forums (and I would very much like to).

Excellent, creative, great work on non-human/fantastic psychology/physiology
(thinking, senses, behavior). This story is a rare gem

Slowly Ally relaxed, coming down from her peaks of pleasure. Her body felt loose and free, as if the last orgasm had relieved all of the physical tension she had ever felt. She opened her eyes slowly, and smiled gently at the woman below her. The woman looked back at her, her eyes still filled with fear and wonder. Still, she smiled back a weak smile - she was obviously physically drained. Ally could relate. Gently she lowered herself down onto the woman, laying comfortably on her salty, sweat-covered flesh. Ally loved the sensations. Any place she touched the woman, she could both feel and taste. Ally sighed slightly, savoring the various tastes: the taste of her sex, which Ally still filled; the taste of her body, soft and salty from physical exertions; the taste of her breasts, still changed and expanded on Ally's whim; and finally, the taste of her cheek as Ally layed down fully, rested her head on the woman's shoulder, and gently kissed her face.

The woman was awash with emotions and sensations as her captor laid gently down, resting her head on the woman's shoulder. She should have still been enraged - her body was destroyed, after all. She was probably dead. This monster had probably killed her. But she found that those emotions were weak - they would come when called, only to flit quickly away, and leave her with only the others. The emotions that stayed were strange. Longing. Pleasure. Lust. Even, she felt, something of Love. She didn't know if it was some terrible effect of the creature - an ability to soften the mind like it softened flesh - but she felt a compassionate love for this melting girl above her. She turned her head, and without hesitation, gave Ally's lips a gentle kiss. She wanted to hold her close. To press her tight against her own body. However, her own arms were completely gone now, melted into puddles that still flowed slowly from the flesh of her shoulders.

Ally enjoyed the kiss. Her victim was completely hers at this point. She could do anything she wanted, she knew, but alas, she didn't feel motivated. The woman's body tasted so incredibly good. She closed her eyes, gently resting. She could feel herself distorting and melting over the top of the woman. She could feel as her body turned to a slimy jelly that coated the woman's every curve. It was wonderful, and relaxing. With the tastes of the woman filling her mind, Ally dozed off to sleep. Below her, her now-loving captive did the same. Unlike Ally though, the woman knew she would not wake up. She could feel her body changing, melting, blending. Slowly, gently, and without pain, she was being absorbed by her captor and lover. She was content with it. She lay there as Ally began to sleep, and enjoyed the sensations. She would experience them all, she promised herself, until she could experience no more.

And experience it she did. The process was slow, but steady. The woman could feel herself blending and bonding to Allyana wherever their flesh met. She felt as her breasts, long abused and manipulated by Allyana, slowly dissipated into the oozing bulk that filled and surrounded them. Her legs melted and deformed completely, their puddled remains flowing up to join the main bulk of the women. While her body dissolved externally, internally it did the same. Her insides liquefied, first where they were penetrated by Allyana's form, and then spreading out from there. Her vagina, then her womb, were first. From there, all of her abdomen was absorbed. It was if she could feel every organ as it changed and melted, but there was no pain - only a slow, gentle, pleasure. She closed her eyes, and sighed. It was the last air she would ever breath. The changes passed up through her torso, into her lungs and chest. Everything changed. Soon there was nothing left but her head, and then that began to change too as the ooze flowed up her throat from the inside, and filled her sinuses and ears. As her jaw deformed, and her lips melted, they bore a satisfied smile.

And then she was gone.

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Another brief update. Still working, just slow. As always, thanks for all of the positive feedback - it does wonders to keep my ADD at bay. ;D

Is ally still alive?

Oh yes. Just... spent.

>>44

so she regains herself? and continues the hunt?

el bumpo for moar

i shall exit my lurking shadow to say this, "That sir, was amazing."

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The second of Allyana's kidnappers awoke in near total darkness. The door to the cell was open still, from where she and her partner had come in, and the only light in the room was the flickering of a torch in the hallway outside. She started to get up, and stopped as dizziness overtook her. Her head throbbed where it had hit the wall, knocking her out. Her gaze was unsteady at first, but she slowly blinked the room back into focus.

She was alone. The adventurer they had kidnapped had escaped, and her partner was gone. She hoped silently that the other woman was okay, wherever she was, but she had her doubts - why would the other woman have run off without waking her? Perhaps she was pursuing the escaped adventurer. It didn't really matter though. Slowly the second kidnapper got to her knees, then slower still she got to her feet.

She noticed something odd as she stood - there was a large puddle nearby. It was almost clear-colored, it seemed, and she would have missed it if it were not for the reflection of the torch flickers from the hallway. She couldn't imagine what could have made such a large pool of liquid in the chamber - it must have been several feet in diameter, and it lay directly in front of the still-open door. The woman has been knocked out a few feet away from the edge of the pool, and she was glad - the only thing worse than waking up in a dungeon cell with a splitting headache would have been waking up in a dungeon cell with a splitting headache and in a pool of goo.

The second kidnapper put her hand to her temple, closed her eyes, and tried to push the pain away. It wasn't working. She sighed. She was alone - a mixed blessing, certainly. It meant her captive had escaped, but it also meant that she could take things slowly and deal with things as they came. She lowered her hand, and slowly began taking steps toward the door. Her first was unsteady - she stalled for a moment to regain her balance - but her next was fine, and she could stand evenly without wobbling. She looked at the ground, wary of slipping in the strange pool of liquid between herself and the door. Still, she would have to risk it. It was her only way out. If she took it slowly she knew she would be fine. One step and then another. The liquid squished out from under her shoe as she put her foot down. It was deeper than she'd expected, but not nearly as slippery as she had feared. She stepped forward with her other foot, confident now that she could walk without falling down.

Her confidence proved to be well-founded - she didn't fall down. Instead, as she slowly walked across the pool, she was yanked violently down onto her knees, and forced into a kneeling position in the slime. She screamed, though no one was around to hear it. She could feel powerful ropes of something wrapped around her calves. Looking down she screamed again when she saw what they were - thick strands of slime had formed from the surface of the pool, and had extended upwards and wrapped around her legs like giant tentacles, yanking her down. She struggled violently, trying with all of her might to rip her legs from the tendrils' grasps, and prying at them with her fingers. It was all for nothing though - the tendrils held fast.

She screamed again as more of the thick, rope-like strands formed along the surface of the pool. Two of them wrapped around her wrists, wrenching her hands away from the strands around her legs, and pulling her arms apart and slightly behind her. She screamed, still struggling to no avail. She was positioned now on her knees in the pool, her arms held back and away from her torso, forcing her to side straight up on her haunches. She found the position painful, though most of it was from her own struggles trying to break free. She screamed constantly now, alternating between yells of fear, frustration, and pain. She cursed, too, at whatever creature it was that now held her. Still nothing helped.

Below her more tendrils of slime were forming and rising from the pool. They slithered along her legs, following their lines up her thighs, and eventually reaching her waist. With an unexpected intelligence, the tendrils pushed between the flesh of her middle and the cloth hem of her pants, reaching inside her clothing. She screamed louder than ever. No no no! This can't be happening! But it was. And with a sickening determination, the tendrils yanked downwards, painfully ripping her pants away and down, leaving them in tatters around her knees where they soaked into the pool. Though no one was there to witness her shame, the woman still blushed. Her smooth firm ass felt cool in the air of the dungeon. Her wild tangles of coarse hair still concealed her sex in the front. She had no idea what to expect, so she did the only thing she could, and kept screaming.

She didn't have to wait long before the creature's intent became all too apparent. As she screamed, she could feel her legs being pulled further apart, sliding slowly through the slime. The combined influence of her situation - her bound position, her exposure, and the spreading of her legs - had an obvious effect, parting the lips of her sex ever so slightly, revealing the much softer pink flesh within. She could feel it, and redoubled her efforts to escape. This thing - this puddle - was not going to have its way with her! She was determined in that regard.

But only for a moment. Because almost as soon as the determination swelled within her head, two thick tentacles of slime shot upwards, penetrating her body with a steady, constant pressure. Her screams caught in her throat with her surprise. The creature was soft and smooth and oddly warm, and as it pushed into the depths of her womanhood she felt a brief pang of pleasure. But it was brief. The horror of the situation quickly returned. Worse, though, was the other penetration. There was no real pain as the second tentacle forced its way into the bud of her anus - its smoothness seemed to self-lubricate, and her body could not keep it out no matter how hard she squeezed. The woman was no blushing virgin bride - she had been with many men in the past, and had pleasured several of them with her forbidden hole. But this was not like those other situations. This was no man, no lover. This wasn't even human. Her ass felt incredibly full as more tendril slid slowly into her body. She tilted her head back and loosed a terrible scream of frustration and terror.

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'Nother update. Just kind of an introduction to how the next scene may play out.

Woohoo! Keep going!

AWESOME!

I just discovered this site doing a general Google search for specific phrases. This is the most amazing story I've come across so far. I can hardly wait for instalments. Please continue.

She kept screaming, though her throat was beginning to feel raw. She could feel as more and more of the slimy puddle flowed up, thrusting its way into her body. The tentacles that penetrated her had expanded even as they pushed onward. In her pussy it was now a tight fit, though manageable - almost more pleasurable, really. In her anus, though, it was pain. The tendril was thicker now than any man she had allowed to take her there, and still putting more pressure on her stretched hole as if it wanted to grow thicker still. She couldn't do anything about it though. Try as she might, nothing would stop the slithering of the tendrils as they moved into her body. And they were moving into her body.

She squealed again in pain as the tentacle in her vagina compressed itself and pushed past her cervix. It began to expand, slowly, and the girl's body resisted. She instantly wished it hadn't. The pain was intense as the tendril forced its way into her womb. Her cervix, which was only ever meant to distort in this manner during childbirth, was being stretched painfully open as the tendril regained its prior thickness. The girl struggled all she could, but still it was for nothing. She could feel as her womb was stretched, and when she looked down she could see the tendril coiling up beneath her taut skin. Her womb was made to grow and stretch, certainly - but over the course of months, not minutes. But to her terror and amazement it did stretch, expanded more and more as the pool pushed up into her womb. She was disgusted to realize that she found the sensation of stretching erotic, even through the constant pain.

As her belly continued to slowly expand around her womb, the woman could feel the other tendril rising through her guts like a slow sickness. It was a terrible fullness, slowly and steadily filling her every crevasse. In her struggles, she felt like she could feel every inch of her invaded organs as their engorged flesh touched. It was disgusting. It was erotic. It felt like she was being slowly filled by a massive tide of semen. She closed her eyes and imagined that was what was flowing into her anus. It helped a bit - helped her forget the pain and focus on the pleasure And there was pleasure now.

Suddenly there was an excruciating pain in her belly - a terrible pinching feeling. She screamed louder, arching her back with the pain. The movement accentuated the feeling of fullness in her guts, and didn't help with the pain. She looked down. She was massive now, as if she were many months pregnant. However, it was obviously inhuman - the coils of tendril within her womb visibly distorted her stretched skin. She saw what caused the pain, which had already begun to subside. From her belly-button the tip of the tendril was slowly pushing out. It had stretched her flesh to the breaking point, and then pushed outwards. She was surprised that there was no blood, and even more surprised that the pain was almost gone, replaced with another pleasant sensation. The slick tendril of slime and ooze kept pushing out, and she could see and feel its coils moving within her womb as it did. It slid along her flesh, almost caressing it as it moved. First it stroked the stretched skin of her belly, but slowly it moved its way upward, following the massively distorted curve of her flesh back to her torso. She realized that her shirt was in tatters - stretched by her swollen belly, with most of the buttons having popped off from the strain.

The woman was just beginning to tolerate the sickening feeling of the tendrils of slime pushing out through her bellybutton when she felt the same intense pain, though this time in her back. She screamed and thrashed around. What could be happening there? There was nothing for the tendrils to come out of! And she was right, of course. She could not twist her head to see the tendrils forcing their way through her skin, no matter how hard she tried. She could not see them - but she could feel them. There was intense pain on both sides of her spine, near the middle of her back. It felt as if the liquid had reached her stomach, then decided to push outward, through her body. She couldn't imagine why it would do this. It was torture. That was the only reason it could be doing this. She could feel the fleshy ooze sliding out from the new holes in her back. Her screamed grew even louder, and her resistance more violent, when she felt a slight pang of pleasure from her back. It was the last straw. She would break free.

There were no outside observers in the room, but if there were, the view would have been mesmerizing. The young woman was lashed into an awkward kneeling position by thick slimy tendrils. From the pool, more tendrils pushed up into the revealed entrances to the woman's form, stretching and filling her sex and anus. She appeared fully pregnant, to the point of bursting. Indeed, to the casual observer it may have looked like she was bursting, with thick ropes of slime pushing ever outward through her belly button on the front. The rest of her torso that wasn't her womb still squirmed with the same alien intrusion. At the lower middle of her back, the same thick ropes that pushed out from her front pushed out now from her back. She screamed and trashed, whipping her head around in a fury. Still, as time went on, it was becoming more and more difficult to tell if her movements were response to pain or pleasure.

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Thanks for the feedback, as always - I'm glad people like it. I know I do.

Another small update. More later this week.

Very imaginitive. How much more creativity can you put into this? I'm excited to see where this will go next.

Going through the bellybutton was neat, but I don't see a reason for the ones from her back. Maybe if there were more people to restrain, or if she was somehow bringing something that could damage the slime to bear, they could have been used for restraint or whatever, but this didn't seem to have a real purpose. Oh well, at least it was an update which is always good. Keep up the good work!

Ah, perhaps I should upload the last bit - it may make it make more sense.

In fact, I think I'll do that right now.

Enough! Enough! The woman screamed loudly, not to the ooze, but to herself. The tentacles coming from her back had reached around, tearing off the shredded remains of her shirt and revealing her breasts to the cool dungeon air. The tentacles pushing up from her swollen belly wrapped around each of her breasts, squeezing them painfully. To her surprise, the tips of the tendrils began to gently caress her nipples. They grew hard between these administrations and their exposure to the cold. The woman fought hard against this pleasure, focusing on the pain.

With a primal rage that welled up inside her, the woman loosed one more scream. With violent force she tore her arms out of the grips of the tendrils. She wrenched her body forward, pulling away from the grasping fluid. Thoughts of victory filled her mind. She through her whole weight against the thing that held her. In a few short seconds, she was mostly free. She lurched forward and fell to the ground. She didn't look back, even as she felt the tendrils of slime retracting back through her flesh. She could not feel her legs - they had fallen asleep in her prior position - but she didn't care. Still shouting more to herself than the creature, she began to pull herself along the ground. It was cold, and she was naked, but she didn't care. Arm after arm pulled her further away from the monstrous puddle. The ground scraped against her. She realized that her belly wasn't causing any problems with the crawl - in fact, it didn't even feel swollen anymore. She was victorious. She was free. She was going to make it!

When she had crawled nearly 10 feet down the hall, she realized she still couldn't feel her legs. Worse though, she could feel the slow sickening feeling of the slime rising in her guts again. She rolled over onto her back to see if she could escape. When she looked back behind herself, a scream caught in her throat. She wanted to scream. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted to scream before, even through the horrors of this ordeal. But she couldn't. She was beyond terror. Beyond disgust. She was simply shocked.

When she had wrenched herself free, and begun to crawl away, the woman would have done well to check behind her. As she had begun to crawl away, her legs had remained within the ooze's grasp. As she had pulled her body forward with all of the strength in her arms, she had slowly pulled herself apart. Between the full womb and penetrated back, her flesh was simply too weak. It had become soft under the creature's manipulations, and while she could not feel it, her flesh had slowly ripped and torn as she pulled away. The ripping began at her bellybutton, where the hole there stretched under the strain. The flesh ripped like wet paper, outwards from the hole. As she had crawled her first foot away from the creature, her belly had completely split. Coils of tendrils and slime poured from her now gaping womb. There was no blood - the creature's changes ensured that. As she kept pulling away, the tear slowly spread from her front around to her back. In moments her top half held to her bottom half by merely a few strands of flesh. Then those too pulled apart as she continued to crawl along the floor. She had, quite literally, reduced herself to half of a woman. It was only her torso that had escaped - a sickening sight, had anyone been around to see it. It was made only worse by the lack of blood - more alien.

Even with all of this, though, she had not escaped. The wet pink coils of her intestines had fallen loose as her upper half pulled away, blending into the coils of slimy tendrils that had fallen from her violated womb. The intestines held solid though, despite her outer flesh pulling apart. As the woman's upper half crawled away, unaware of the horrors that had befallen her, her guts trailed behind it, linking her top half back to the slimy pool. What she had felt as she neared escape was the slime of the ooze still flowing up through her now unraveled guts, expanding them as it moved ever closer to the woman's upper half.

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I thoroughly enjoyed this last chapter, the brief moment of hope of escape so artfully crushed. . .
Among my top 5 favorite pieces of literature read on ever faithful G-chan.

Holy shi-... No hope.

>>59

which are?

Excellent work... I'm not big on the slime/melting stuff, but always had a slight fascination. This story is an excellent example of how to write a good story about this topic.

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and uh bump

An update, yay! :P

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She was lost now. Lost to disbelief. Lost to horror. Lost, perhaps, to madness. She simply lay on the ground, her head titled back, her eyes open but unseeing. Her breasts rose and fell in a slow rhythm, as if she were calm. Relaxed. But to say she was either of those things would be to ignore that her body ended at the bellybutton. Or that the tangles of her guts trailed behind her, unraveling from inside her torso. Or - worse still - that a slow bulge was growing in those unraveled guts, flowing up higher and higher, closer and closer to the remains of her body.

Despite her acceptance of the situation, it was not yet over. She could feel her skin - her remaining skin - begin to writhe. The bulging, swelling, filling in her intestines was ever closer, but the sensations on her skin was something new. She tried to remain catatonic, though her flesh began to feel as though it were boiling. She could feel spots all over her flesh, spots that felt strange. Slowly the woman tilted her head back down. Lips were forming all over her body. In places they parted, opening up into soft, feminine mouths. She could feel them - almost taste through them. Before today, she would have thought she was going mad. No, she would have been certain that she was going mad. But after her experiences from just the last few moments, she knew it was reality. Horrible, horrible reality.

The bulge of slime in her unraveled guts had nearly rejoined her upper half now, but she didn't care. The woman twisted her head, glancing over at one of her arms. She was on her back, with both of them flopped out, palms up - a position of pure defeat. She slowly lifted her left hand as she looked at it. On her palm, like most of her flesh, lips were forming. Right in the center of her hand a pair of feminine lips bubbled to the surface, then parted ever so slightly. It they were on someone else, and not disturbingly growing from her own flesh, their pose would have been erotic. The woman could feel other mouths doing the same - forming, parting, sometimes smiling, and then melting back into her flesh.

Without really thinking consciously about what she was doing, the woman began to move her arm. It felt almost as if someone else was in control of it - like she was just observing as someone else took control. Her mind didn't fully register what she was doing until the very last second. Her hand moved closer to her breast, and as it did she felt another mouth forming. This one she watched with curiosity - her nipple seemed to stretch into a line, flowing and changing until it was no longer an erect little nub, but instead a pair of supple lips topping her breast. Gently she lowered her hand down onto this new mouth. Finally she felt the sensation she was expecting, half with eagerness, and half with terror. The lips on her palm pressed against the lips on her breast, even as her fingers wrapped around its bulk, cupping it gently. She could feel them - both of them - as they touched. She closed her eyes again.

Pleasure flooded her mind and body. Her lips pressed against another pair, but at the same time another pair was pressing against hers. She could feel it from both sides - a kiss shared only with herself. She groaned. They were so soft. She kissed harder. They parted slightly. She kissed again. She felt her tongue sliding slowly between her parted lips. Gently it touched the other mouth. The woman moaned from somewhere else. She parted her second lips to receive the others' tongue. Passion overwhelmed her, and she was overwhelmed with the pleasure of the sensations. She forgot that this was not the loving embrace of a companion, but her own body pressing against itself. She ignored the images of mouths and tongues dancing between her palm and the flesh of her breast. She was lost to it.

Overcome by the pleasure of embracing herself, the woman moved her other hand to touch her body. It cupped her second breast, then like the first, the flesh parted and she began to passionately engage herself again. She was so distracted by this now that she forgot about the slime that now had rejoined her body. Though, if she did noticed, she would likely have not cared. Pleasure blinded her like a searing white light. She didn't notice as the slime climbed higher in her digestive track than it had even been before. She didn't notice as it filled and stretched her stomach, then continued on. She didn't even noticed as it slowly filled her lungs, stopping her breath forever. All she noticed was an ever-rising sense of pleasure, as if every inch of her body was as sensitive as her sex had been, and it was all being satisfied at once. A feeling of pressure built inside her. Finally, though, after was seemed like an eternity of pleasure, it burst. The most massive orgasm of her life washed through her and over her. She felt it more than she had felt anything in her life, and it continued on for several minutes. At the end of it, the woman's mind was blank. Nothing was left - her entire being had been burned out by the overwhelming pleasure. She was gone.

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The first pool of slime had slowly flowed over the ground toward what was left of the body as the woman was getting her final release. Though she didn't feel it, the woman's form had finally broken, and as she shook with orgasmic bliss the slime from her insides bubbled up from her throat and flowed slowly over her. Her torso melted, first into a flesh-like putty, and then into the same jelly-like substance of the slime itself. Her body was absorbed as her mind was breaking. In the end, as pleasure finally eradicated her person hood, the slime eradicated the last shreds of her body, and her face melted gently on its surface - it's last look of intense satisfaction stretching and flowing and finally disappearing completely.

All was still for a moment. The pool, now roughly a third larger, sat calmly on the floor of the hallway. Then, without a sound, it began to shiver and bubble slightly. It rose, inch by inch, into the air, as a solid pillar of slime. Slowly it began to take a different, softer, shape. Tendrils extended from it on opposite sides. The top formed a rounder tip. Its base began to divide. Bulges formed on its front. Finally its shape was obvious - it was becoming a woman. Its features became more and more defined. Its face grew eyes, a nose, and a mouth. Its hands and feet split into fingers and toes at the ends. Nipples formed on the expanding breasts, and the cleft of a female sex formed between its thighs. Finally, as hair grew from its head and its color became that of human flesh, the eyes fluttered open.

Allyana breathed a deep breath of the cool dungeon air. She stretched her arms, noticing the not-entirely-subtle increase to the size and shape of her breasts. She felt spectacular. The events of the past hour were exactly what she had needed, even if she hadn't known it before. A good, hard, cum. A long, quiet nap. And then a snack. She smirked to herself. If this was what her life would become, she considered, there wouldn't really be a problem. She had shared so much pleasure with the women she had taken - far more than they probably deserved. She didn't feel any remorse for her actions. This was, quite simply, who she was. Her interactions with the first woman had revealed that. She was a woman, surely - but also a slimy, oozing creature of pure sexual delight. A creature that fed on pleasure, on pain, on satisfaction and on horror. Perhaps she had been denying it before, but no longer.

Ally smiled as she began walking down the hall to freedom. She couldn't wait to find a few more "victims."

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I should say, I don't intend this to be the "end" of the tale - or at least of the character. Merely the end of that particular scene, I think.

Still, given the length of time it takes for me to put these together (and the delays caused by my easily-distracted nature), I couldn't say when I'll have more, and even then, whether it will be along the same lines, or something completely new.

But, if and when I do, you folks will likely be the first to know.

As always, comments are greatly appreciated.

Dude, absolutely beautiful.

With this story, I don't care when you get it up, so long as you do, at some point, and without skimping on quality.
It's awesome.

Excellent, as always. I eagerly await the next installation.

Oh my god, this is great. Please, more slime/goo girl stories!

Always glad to see more of this.

Amazing

Hey LordOfTheUniverse do you do commissions?

Wow this is easily the best piece of literature that I have ever read, at least regarding slime fiction. Finally someone who combines sexual human thoughts with the ability to turn into a slime being whiule the quality of how it is written is held to a very good standard. One question though. Can you set the next scene up so that Allyana engages her next "victim" in slime girl form instead of being a puddle or a melting woman? I would love to read about something like that. Otherwise keep up the good work :)

Just found this, but I must admit, I'm looking forward to reading it in its entirety.

Magnificent work, sir (or madam.) You are truly gifted at writing. And I must agree with others, this is measurably higher quality than some other stories posted here.