#slimification

Layla was out drinking with some friends after a long week. She just wanted to unwind and loosen up, but she was feeling an uncomfortable churning in her stomach, so she excused herself to the restroom.

Looking in the mirror, she looked damp and her warm skin tones were going cool. Almost blue? Was she feeling unwell?

She pressed her stomach, curious about the sloshing feeling. Unexpectedly, the chub around her midsection seemed to slosh away from the push, like the fatty parts of her were fluid, moving into her chest. Curious, she kept trying it, and as her midsection thinned out, it all moved into her tits.

In awe, she realized she was only getting wetter, literally. Those tits were starting to soak through her shirt, and even her hair was dropping with... sweat? No, it was all too thick and blue. She tried looking at her face closer in the mirror when it became clearer: or rather, she became clearer.

She was able to see through herself to the stalls behind her! And when did the room get so blue? She should be feeling tense and anxious, but all the tension was leaving her body. In fact, all firmness was abandoning her as her skin, muscles, and fat started to meld together and become translucent.

Her feet, no longer stable enough to stand up to her weight, oozed out along with her legs, becoming a platform of slime. With mental effort, she was able to maintain her body's shape, more or less. If anything, it was the shape she wanted for her body.

Being like this was so... free. But there was another urge besides feeling free. She had an instinct to rule. And she needed...

"Layla? Are you okay?"

Subjects!

Her friends came into the restroom to check on her, but when they saw the slime creature that bore a resemblance to their friend, they froze in shock just long enough for Layla to pounce. She shlorped through the air, launching herself at her friends. Her slime coated them, enveloping them in her body. They tried to protest, but it just came out as bubbles through Slime Layla.

Their bodies followed the same transformation Layla went through, turning soft and translucent and droopy. But they were different because their slime WAS Layla's slime. They were little parts of her as much as they were themselves, like good subjects would be.