Meuceline the Slime Queen

She couldn’t stop purring. She was just...so fucking happy right now, it had been so long since she last felt happy.  Not to mention she couldn’t stop playing with herself. Bouncing her boobs, hefting her rump, watching her colors swirl and shift. She felt so...okay in this body. It was weird, totally alien, she still didn’t know how to properly move in it, but when she looked at herself she felt...okay. No longer numb, no longer detached. She felt like she belonged in it. Like she was herself, her heavy, soapy, feline self.  Why was being a slime so...right to her? She felt so free, so free she could soar. Like a door deep inside was open. Like she could do anything, be anything. She was giggling again, when she giggled, bubbles came out of her mouth. It was so silly, she adored it. 

God, she, she SHE. She could genuinely call herself SHE. She hefted her oversized boobs again in delight. Just this morning she had been staring at the ceiling again, another listless day, now there was a whole new world of excitement.

Sure, she knew her problems didn’t just POOF! Vanish away, that’s not how life worked. And admittedly she had absolutely no idea what she was going to do now, she was no longer that depressed boy laying in his bed. She was a bright, beautiful, heavy catslime with an irrepressable urge to eat. It changed so much.

((Brava!!! *standing ovation*))

I was really taken with the idea of a bath bomb slime, and given how bath bombs are so nice at helping relieving depression symptoms for me I felt it’d be a sweet story to have a depressed fucked up child turn into a bright little bath bomb slime.

Your body was so warm, so relaxed, it felt like you were melting. In fact, it wasn’t just as feeling. As you continued to gulp down the last of the yolk of this wonderful egg you’d found, you gulped loudly, a little, cute burp escaping your throat in a shower of soapy bubbles. Your stomach was distented, and starting to change, gelling, glorping, shifting as your skin turned transluscent, taking on a multi-hued, swirling sheen of lavenders, pinks, and blues. bubbling ever so lightly where it met your normal skin, spreading gently, moment by moment, so warm and filling

Your half lidded eyes blinked in wonder as you saw it blimp forward a bit, like a bubble itself, bouncing gently as it inflated itself into your vision. You smiled, almost absently. The gentle impression in your mind so happily welcoming you into itself as you felt your presence of mind become more and more lost in her, your new mom. Your queen. You knew who she was now, far off, in another universe entirely, so massive, so gentle and serene, propogating the stars with her adorable young. That’s what you were now, one of her babies, becoming one with one of her eggs, As if on autopilot, you gently pressed the shell of the cracked egg against the soft, reflective sheen of your gelatinous belly, and you felt your flesh shift and squelch, glorping it into you, your eyes widening as you felt that shell fill you and begin to react. Sparking, shimmering, igniting into a firey, warm core deep inside. Filling you with a warm intensity like you’d never felt before, so warm that the slow progress of your steady slimeification kicked into overdrive, you saw your arms melt into soapy goo before your eyes, felt your legs sink into yourself, squelching loudly as your steadily growing rump impacted on the floor.  

You lurched forward, attempting to support yourself on your now gelatinous pseudo-hands as you found your consistency now too loose to do so, and you collapsed under your own weight, slapping against the floor and losing all definition, along with the last dregs of your humanity, now just a puddle of slime gently swelling out to take up more and more room. It felt so gentle, your humanity bubbling away. You sank into the slime that you were now, and could do nothing but smile. As scared as you were, as unsure as you were, it just felt so incredibly soothing. A bubbly purr rocketed through you. That was another thing too, another unexpected side effect, something that was just so...fun. You were a cat now. If you still had lips, you’d giggle, it was such a curious feeling. Admittedly, your fursona was a cat. You’d always loved them, and feeling yourself becoming one was just so...sweet. You could feel your mind changing, feel feline instincts settling in, this part you weren’t even kind of unsure of, you welcomed every single one. The desire to purr, the need to nap, the aloof coyness, every aspect slipped into place in your soapy little slime mind and just made your smile brighter. 

 You were so slippery, slick with soap, shifting with a beautiful cool rainbow sheen, almost like glitter along your surface. As you raised yourself up, your face naturally reappearing as you willed it so, you looked out over yourself, and were just...wow.

You looked like a bath bomb. A living bath bomb, gently foaming, your colors shifting, it was honestly just so pretty to look at, you couldn’t believe this was you. Your new breasts swelled into place, a pair of overly-round bubbles blimping up out of your slowly reforming body, your bubble belly coming to form underneath. You hadn’t just been gaining mass, you were putting on weight, you realize. You’d always been chubby, but it seems your new interdimensional family was chubbier still! You could even feel yourself lift off the ground a bit as a massive bubble butt made itself known beneath you, complete with a cheeky little fart sending a burst of bubbles out between your new rounded cheeks. You marveled at what you had become, this was...totally insane. Look at what had happened to you!! 

You were a bit more hurried now, whatever the hell that was it had really made a racket when it hit. Exiting your bedroom, you crossed the tiny, off-colored, dingy livingroom to enter the little joke of a kitchen you called your own. The window in the livingroom was obliterated, the glass shards littering the floor. Shit. What the fuck happened. Why the hell did you need this in your life right now???  Whatever it was, it managed to soar over the counter and crash into the sink, denting the fuck out of the metal lining and probably fucking up the piping underneath given how hard it had impacted. 

Looks like it had taken out the dish soap with it, whatever it was, it was now sitting in a bath of organic lavender dish soap, foaming bubbles all over the place as the bath itself bubbled and shifted and...steamed? Was it hot? What the fuck was going on. Clearing some of the suds away, finally your fingers touch something hard...pebbled? Cratered? What the fuck was this thing, it was so weird to the touch, and it felt cracked.  Picking it up, it looked like some kind of tripped out dragon egg a la game of thrones, swirling with all kinds of colors, and shifting slowly from a deep green to a cool lavender in color. Something was...dripping out of it? Was this an egg? What kind of fucked up- The oozing contents of its cracked shell began to drip onto your arm, causing you to shiver almost reflexively, whatever it was, it was playing your nerves like a harp, the most pleasantly overstimulating sensation traveling the length of you. Where it touched your skin, it began to foam lightly, like bath bubbles brothing up across you. It felt...really awesome, almost fizzy. Like this was suddenly some kind of giant mutant bath bomb.  Whatever the fuck it was, it was not normal. You tried to put it back down but...you couldn’t bring your fingers to unclench the egg, you didn’t know why. Just fucking put it down, why would that be so hard. Wipe off the soap an- oooooo, another pleasant shiver. Maybe you didn’t want to. This should be freaking you out. Was it drugged? What was even going on, why were you bringing it closer to your face? It almost felt like it was calling you, like some, far off impression of someone was gently caressing your mind. This shouldn’t b-...aww fuck it. It felt so good. 

You could feel...surprise? pity? care? Whatever this was, it cared. It felt for you, somehow it knew what you were feeling, it could feel your life, even as the suds continued to drip down your arms and foam up more as you lifted it to your face. 

You were crying, tears coming from your eyes, it was so gentle, so warm. It really cared, you hadn’t felt this in so long, being so numb, just existing. Whatever...whoever this was, somehow understood, it had connected with you so immediately that it couldn’t break away from you anymore, it so desperately wanted to help. It wasn’t commanding you, it was asking, so gently. It really did care. Was it...did it want you? It felt like it was offering itself to you, it wanted to help you feel better. But..what was it? It wanted to...embrace, enter...something, with you, but you needed to let it? to...

Open your mouth? 

You barely gave it any thought, you had such disdain for your own life and had felt so little of this kind of care for so long, you just, didnt feel the alternative was worth it, whatever it was, it wanted you to say aah, and you did, pouring the thick gel into your mouth. Ugh, it tasted like soap, your whole face was foaming, but it was so warm. You gulped it down, thick, sludgy swallows of its contents filled your throat as it filled you. With each swallow, it tasted a bit better, it spurred you to drink it all, you didn’t want anything else, whoever this was, she cared, for real, and you knew in this instant you were becoming her. 

You were staring listlessly at the ceiling again. Too tired to get up, but too awake to drift asleep. You’re not really an insomniac, you’ve never really had trouble sleeping at night. The problem was you never had any energy. Sighing in frustration, you run your fingers through your shaggy brown hair, unkempt, at a middling length and falling over your eyes. You didn’t even know what time it was, nor did you care to. The sun was up, you had indeed awoken hours ago, but getting up seemed a failed prospect for today. 

Just like so many other days.

Finally, you cast your eyes across your wreck of a bedroom. Dirty, disorganized. Just considering cleaning it up felt like freeclimbing mount everest. It was enough to try and force yourself out of bed. It was odd, in truth you were kind of a germophobe, always well showered, sometimes obsessively so, but even then, your living space was disgusting. That odd paradox didn’t even gnaw at you anymore, tiredness had won out long ago, no matter what you tried. 

Besides, if you thought about it too long you’d have an anxiety attack. 

Unfortunately, in your scanning, you caught the clock. 1:22 PM. You’d been laying in bed so long it was already the afternoon. You’d missed your morning class, as if it mattered, you’d already missed so many you were sure the professor thought you were dead. This dingy little shit apartment could barely even be called that, off campus and being paid for exclusively by the fact that you were lucky enough to have drawing skills, skills enough to chip in for your part of the rent, not that you ever saw your roomate, always too busy out being the life of the party. Drawing was about the only thing you could manage to accomplish, mostly out of fear of otherwise being on the street spurring you on. You hadn’t actually drawn recreationally in a long, long time. What energy you had for creativity was dedicated only to cheap furry porn for easily satisfied customers. You didn’t have shame.

Finally managing to sit up, you stared into the full length mirror on your door, only a few feet away in this tiny bedroom. The male face you’d grown so numbly detached to stared back at you. Your attachment to your body was like the rest of your life, numb, distant. Just a thing you existed in, concentrating on it too long was dangerous. Just get by enough to function, its all you could ever hope for, no matter how many dead dreams you’d left behind. You swung your feet, just about to feel them touch the floor when the sound of shattering glass shook you out of your haze, followed by a loud shuddering thud of an impact.

As the kittyslime reaches a round, impressive 500 pounds of gently rolling slime, an odd fizzle begins to build in her, growing in pressure more each moment.

((THIS IS FUCKING ADORABLE))

A slick little slime trail was all that was left as the little blob squeezed its way under the window, scrunching its cute little kitty face up as it plopped into the kitchen. It could taste the scent of food in the air, and it was following it to its source. 

Ooooh, jackpot! It was right on the counter next to the soda fountain, and the scent of sugar was heavvy in the air around it!! The little slime vibrated in glee as it glorped its way onto the tray beneath the nozzels, puzzling a bit as it looked up at the strange contraption.

It could smell the hole that the sugar scent was coming from, but…how?This question would answer itself, as its round little body depressed the lever, causing a stream of pure coke to gush out over the little creature.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!It began to drink. Its eyespots scrunched in glee as it began to take gulp after hearty gulp, each one bloating it just a bit bigger. Gulp. Gulp. GULP. GULP.The blob was swelling rapidly, in adorable little pulses as it drank, its whole body filling with cola as it began to grow too wide for the counter, now the size of a beach ball and still growing. Bigger and bigger, rounder and rounder, it began to hang its gravid little round rump off the edge of the counter, sinking towards the floor as its body greedily devoured room.

Soon, it began to differenciate, little hands forming out of the side of its body as it took hold of the machine to keep from sliding off. Gripping on for dear life, its bloating rear end began to droop towards the floor, continuing to expand as it stretched into a slightly more hourglass shape, its lowest point beginning to gently round into a pair of bloated green cheeks as it…her rump began to manifest. Her little kitty face began to take on a stronger defintion, and her ears began to twitch knowingly while her torso was steadily pushed away, stretching the base of her face out from the machine, narrowing into a neck, her body’s need to push away fueled by the now heavy swell of her growing breasts.

It wasn’t long until she lost most of that hourglass shape, becoming too round and heavy for such a slim figure, as the slime had not stopped drinking the beautifully sugary concoction. Heavier and heavier, the slimekitty had reached 400 pounds and was still expanding, her instinct to eat and grow the only thing spurring her on.

Finally looks less awful omfg.