#reliableslimegal

…and almost immeadiatly regret it when you see the smile that splashes across her face. You’d already given her permission to do whatever she wanted, and before you can take it back, she’s enveloped you in her slime.

You can feel her oozing all over you, touching you, feeling you. Immediately any thoughts you had are replaced by the overwhelming pleasure of her slime. You lose track of your sense of self while drowning in the ecstasy.

After what feels like an eternity, your mind slowly stats to collect again, and you whimper at the loss of pleasure. Then gasp as you look around, a crowd has gathered around your slime girlfriend. She apparently had taken the opportunity to run some errands while giving you bliss.

They are looking at you, and you can feel your girlfriend’s burning love as she shows you off. You start to squirm, but can feel the slime start to flood your sensations again. You panic, hoping to try and get out before you become a mindless toy in front of such a crowd.

I don’t know what you mean! Certainly this striking young woman would in no way actually be a gay slime! Wait… who’s this @reliableslimegal you speak of?

My more popular side blog full of slimes, gay things, and horny ramblings? Idk that doesn’t sound very plausible only one thing to do…

The first of a series of my slime friends <3 @reliableslimegal

She says she can hold just enough shape to form a bed of her own and you can lay on top, claiming having a wider surface will cool her down and allow you to cool down on top of her. This doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

You climb on top and try not to lose your balance. It feels like a jiggly water bed who is giggling at your every touch. After inching your way to the center, you finally collapse, sprawled out on top of her. You both sigh at the cooling effect and how comfortable it is.

Closing your eyes, you feel like you’re drifting through space, supported by your roommate’s gel. That is, until the cool slime starts creeping over you. She’s subtle at first, brushing your legs and sides. Quickly, she moves more obvious in intent, rubbing your thighs and fondling your breasts.

In seconds you’re just as hot and blushing as you were before climbing into this situation. However, the soft moans escaping your lips show just how in love you are being bound in slime.

The slime girl teased pulling at one of the wires.

“No wait-!”

The robot girl panics, feeling the slime girl inside her pull at her speech module but it’s too late. A jolt rushes through her as the cord is disconnected and all the girl can do feel the dread of moving her hinged jaw silently.

“That’s better, good girls stay silent while I’m playing with them.~”

Her ooze is squeezed so tightly into her chassis, she can feel all of her circuits being pressed into. The weight feels heavy but after so many maintenance cycles with her, the slime girl’s embrace almost feels… intimate.

A jerk from one of her arms, and a silent gasp to follow from the robot girl gives a giggle from the ooze.

“There’s the motor control, you are just so easy to pick apart, you efficient little thing.~”

Through the fear, her faceplate blushes, and she becomes even more terrified, wondering whether it was her or her mechanic that had done it. She can feel the slime start to wrap around her cpu core, and her fans kick up another notch as the already flustered girl’s thoughts race between fear and fantasy.

“Hmm, i think we might have to go do a field test on these parts. You don’t mind a quick walk to the bar right? i’ll need other baseline robot girls to compare to…~”

The machine girl simply opened a soundless jaw hinge, and almost blue screened at the thought.

She grabs you, like she’s done hundreds of times before. The gooey sensation of her body still felt amazing to you, despite the familiarity. This time though, you could feel something different emanating from her. A pure hunger directed solely at you.

You instinctually try to pull away, but she has you held tight. You look down to see where she’s grabbing your arms and you gasp. You don’t know where you start and she does. Her slime is changing you, your body being replaced while she clings tightly.

Trying harder to pull away is useless, your brain says, but the thought doesn’t feel like your own. Your body isn’t the only thing changing. Her slime is seeping into your mind, your thoughts, turning it into an envious beauty like your girlfriend. Within seconds you’re a blubbery mess on the floor. You look up to see her smiling down at you and saying how perfect you look. She reaches down and pulls you up, but your knees feel so weak.

“Yes Mistress? You rang?”

“Good doll, yes I did,” she replies without even looking at you. The formalities of conversation haven’t been present in a long time between you two. “I’ve been noticing your hiccups more and more.”

You start to panic inside. You’ve dropped a few tea cups, true, and some of your joints have been freezing, but surely Mistress wasn’t going to replace you right? You start to open your mouth but before any response can come out, your Lady holds up her hand and continues,

“Unfortunately, the quality of your service has been steadily going downhill. Luckily, while I was at the market today, I found a solution.”

You try to accept your fate as a replaced doll and your heart cracks. However, Mistress simply reached down into her bag and brought out a jar of reddish hue that glinted from the fireplace’s glow. Before you could ask, she unscrews the top and seemed to whisper something even your trained ears couldn’t pick up.

Immediately the red substance leapt from its jar straight at you. You reflexively fall backwards as the goo latches onto you. Your little clockwork racing to think of whats going on. Before you can understand what the ooze is, you start to feel it moving, creeping. It has found one of your joints and is seeping into you.

You feel the gel filling you, your clockwork being pressed against. It’s an overwhelming sensation to have so much of your insides touched at once. You give a small gasp and another voice speaks up.

“Hello little doll~” It didn’t come from Mistress, it came from inside you. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you can be the best possible doll you can be. All you need is a little help.”

Your limbs move on their own as you stand back up in normal presenting position. Gears racing, you look to your Mistress and she simply gives a soft smile.