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“I need to be inside you, I don’t care,” her slime was barely able to get out the words as you heard the feral desperation in her voice. It was like your slime girlfriend had become a monster and was just barely holding herself back from ripping into you.

Tentacles had already started to form along her body and latch onto your limbs but she still locked eyes with you, waiting for you to give the green light. All you could manage as the situation became more and more real was a shaky “Please.”

Within seconds, she had descended into a feral monster slime, using appendages to hold you down so tight you couldn’t move an inch. Her hands, or the parts that used to be, began tearing away your clothes. Your breasts being pulled out from underneath the mess of a ripped outfit became toys to the slime girl.

The sensation of so many hands and limbs touching you, playing with you, reducing you to a simple item of pleasure to her. It felt exhilarating. You could feel her entire preseance over you. The tentacle that snaked its way between your legs could barely be registered, until it slipped into you.

You let out a gasp that was instantly covered by what was left of your slime girlfriend’s head pressing into yours. Her slime kissing you over and over, cramming a faux tongue into your mouth. The slime below snaked deeper inside you and your whimpers and gasps as you became filled were drowned out by the ooze.

My girlfriend: *touching me*