Nice n' Slimy Ch. 02

Each time a new album she wanted was going to come out, all she could seem to do is count the days until it did. Even listening to her favourite songs, or talking to Sharon or doing much of anything relieved the dull atmosphere that set in around her, or at least they only worked for a brief moment. While a new album was a rather mundane comparison to what she was anticipating, it worked just as well as an analogy.

The day went by at the pace of a snail. Classes seemed to drag on far longer than they should, the hour long sessions almost seeming to become three times that. The only break in her day was when she let her mind and eyes wander, taking in her female classmates various body shapes. While she knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do, with her unpredictable nature at the time, however it was hard not to, given the boring lessons. Fortunately, nothing happened.

After a near eternity of classes, lunch break came around. Heather couldn't help being nervous, since she knew she would see Sharon as they always hung out at that time, but she didn't know how her best friend would react to her new figure. Sharon wasn't a jealous person, far from it, she earned her body and is full confident in herself, but anyone could show envy if someone just showed up with a near perfect figure and didn't work for it. As she walked down the halls of her school, Heather bit her lip as she thought about the worst case scenario. Thankfully, her thoughts never came to pass.

Not because Sharon didn't react how Heather feared, but because the slime girl's body acted up. Just as she was passing the bathroom, she felt a sudden rush of heat flow through her body, but it was very different to anything she'd felt before. The heat, while distinctly one that came with arousal, was also chilled, similar to how she felt when she changed. Eyes wide, Heather looked down at herself, seeing a splotch of blue was appearing on the palm of her hand. Almost in an instant, she was in the bathroom in the furthest stall.

As she sat there, she watched as her body changed slowly. She couldn't think of any reason why this would happen, while also taking note of how slow she was transforming, leading to believe that she changed quickly when she was willing to do so. A whimper of nervous fear ripped its way through her throat, as she thought about being discovered. She was changing faster now, her arms and legs almost completely transformed. The thought of Sharon's reaction to her augmented figure was nothing compared to this, as she imagined someone finding her like this and reporting it. She would be taken away, experimented on, put through countless hours of torture.

Heather shook her head to clear the thoughts. The stall door was locked and she hadn't noticed anyone else in the bathroom at that time, but, as anyone would tell you, logic does little in the face of fear. However, as her body continued to progress to her slime form, she felt herself calming down. Just what on earth was she that her emotions changed depending on her state of being? With no way to answer herself, Heather sighed and leaned back, letting herself change completely. Her breaths were coming low and heavy.

Strangely enough, she didn't feel aroused. No more than normal at least. The chilled heat was still there, constantly simmering within her. Heather was about to make herself go back to normal, when she felt more than heard, her stomach growl. It was a strong enough rumble that it actually made the less solid areas of her body ripple. She was hungry, starved even. Her mind flashed to her mother, or rather, her mother's cock and balls, where her new source of sustenance came from. She bit her lip in longing.

She could always just lure someone in. It was hard to say how long changing someone took, but Heather was certain she could at least get something out of it. She might not even have to change them, just implant a piece of herself into their bodies; she didn't know whether a girl's juices would work as well as semen. Heather heard someone walk into the room, their footsteps seeming to ring within her mind with each fall of their feet. It wouldn't be very hard to seduce her. Just a quick kiss and they'd be under her power.

Heather reached out to unlock the door, but stopped herself. No, she thought, it's bad enough that I've got my mum involved in this, I don't need to ruin anyone else. Clenching her jaw and glaring down at her hands, she forced herself to change back, watching as her skin returned to its 'normal' state. When she looked human once more, she relaxed, panting as she tried to stand. Her legs felt weak, as did her arms, neck, fingers, basically everything. But she couldn't stay there, not with temptation so close.

She glanced at the mirrors as she left. Her face was beginning to look haggard, much like it had when she was dying yesterday. A grin spread across her face, realising that not everyone could think such a thing so nonchalantly. Recalling what she had unknowingly done before at swim practice, she focused on her features and made herself appear healthy. In the back of her mind, she knew doing this would make her hungrier and hungrier a good deal quicker than normal. That didn't matter though.

As she left the bathroom, she accidentally ran against a boy. The force was enough to knock back down, mostly due to the weakness she still felt across her body.

"Sorry about that." She apologised.

"Don't worry about it." He said, reaching down to help her up. Heather took his hand gratefully, not realising how her body had reacted to his presence, a small pinprick of her hand turning to slime. The moment it came into contact with him, the guy's brow furrowed in confusion, while feeling a tightness in his pants. Heather was none the wiser as she stood up.

"Thanks for that." She said, smiling kindly as one would do.

"Uh, yeah. No problem, see ya." As he turned to leave, Heather caught sight of his crotch, noticing the slight bulge there. There was nothing she could do to control her next actions. She grabbed his hand, breath coming hard and fast now, her cheeks flushed with longing and her eyes fixed on his groin.

"Wait, let's go somewhere private." She told him, not waiting for an answer and leading him to the swimming pool. It was very rarely in use outside of swim practice or P.E. and, since it was lunch, she was certain no one else would be there. The boy didn't question her. Why would he? One of the hottest, if unknown, women in the school was leading him by the hand to somewhere private, and he'd noticed her eyes locked on his dick. A dumb smirk appeared on his face.

Heather didn't care much about anything at that point in time. She pushed people aside in her rush to get what she needed, uncaring if they yelled insults in her direction, or if they tried to push her back. Her hunger was in control. It was frightening how powerful it was after just a few hours without anything, but she couldn't focus on that. The pool was close now and she sped up.

Soon enough, they were behind the locker room. No one would see them without purposefully going back there. Heather immediately fell to her knees, pulling at the boy's pants. She never once made eye contact, caring only for the food source that was almost in her grasp. As with almost anyone, the guy didn't argue, nor did he care about why Heather was doing this. She was a bombshell and here she was; on her knees and about to suck his dick. He had no idea what he'd done to deserve such karma, but he wasn't about to go against it.

Unfortunately for him, Heather had no intention of giving him any real pleasure. Mere seconds after she took him into her mouth, where her heavily aphrodisiac laced saliva immediately coated his member, causing him to cum far quicker than he would like. The orgasm as done in seconds, with Heather forcing her face to remain passive; his semen was rather unpleasant, overpoweringly salty and bitter when compared to her futanari mother. Not only that, but his load was depressingly meagre, barely serving as a snack to the cum starved slime girl. The guy was gasping from the sudden and powerful orgasm.

"Not done yet." Heather said quietly and took his flagging member back into her mouth, slavering it in her spit once more. In seconds, he was hard again and cumming just as quickly, his load equal to the prior amount. Heather didn't let up however, quickly forcing another climax from him again and again. For a while, he was simply in awe at this girl, but it soon turned to mild panic, as his cock was never allowed to rest. Cumming no longer felt pleasant, as the sensation became one of burning pain. He should have run dry by now.

Only when she noticed the amount had decreased to a mere drop did Heather pull back. The guy's erection finally went down, hanging limp from his crotch. Heather eyed with little emotion, comparing it to her mother's and her own, both of which far outmatched it. She stood up, brushing any dirt from her skirt. The guy stared at her in exhausted surprise. As if only remembering that he was there, she looked him in the eye, her glowing blue irises seeming to glow with an otherworldly light.

"No one hears of this, got it?" She told him, putting every ounce of authority she could muster into her voice. To her surprise, he simply nodded, looking at her with a wide eyed expression. Her eyes didn't leave his, looking any hint that he would disobey her, but there was none. Almost like his will was broken or something, replaced by hers. It didn't matter either way, since he wouldn't tell anyone of what happened and she didn't have to worry about her social standing. With that sorted out, Heather walked away.

While she wasn't necessarily the most popular girl in school, she didn't exactly want people talking about her sucking random guys off. It would result in her being ostracised by nearly everyone on the swim team, or being kicked off the team at that, but that wouldn't really matter since she would be expelled from school as a whole. That wouldn't do, not one bit... but why exactly? She thought to herself.

This kind of education is for humans, isn't it? I'm not anymore, that's obvious. So why does it matter if I get kicked out or not? She shook her head in frustration, not knowing any answer to her own questions. There was... something that made her unwilling to leave this place, but she couldn't find a way to effectively explain it to herself. Was it just because she didn't want to lose her last shreds of humanity?

"Hey, Heather!" Sharon called out, breaking her from her reverie. She looked up, seeing her friend walking up to her quickly. In that moment, Heather had another theory as to why she didn't want to leave, though it wasn't for something as noble as not wanting to lose her best friend, "I didn't see you in the cafeteria, where were you?" The ebony beauty asked as she came up to Heather, who could hardly muster the will to tear her gaze away from Sharon's body. She really was a gorgeous young woman, Heather thought.

"Um, sorry. I was, uh, jogging." She explained, struggling to think of a plausible excuse.

"Jogging?" Sharon asked sceptically, raising a suspicious eyebrow.

"Yeah, I've been feeling a bit, um, energetic lately so I figured why not?" She continued, gaining more confidence in her explanation as she rolled with it. Her friend didn't seem to buy it, but she shrugged all the same.

"Well, whatever you say I guess. Anyway, onto the more pressing topic." She said, expression turning almost deathly serious. For a moment, Heather panicked, believing that her friend had seen what she'd been up to. She gulped nervously.

"Okay, what topic?" She asked, expecting to be ridiculed for what she'd done, but was instead shocked when Sharon's hand leapt forward and groped her breasts.

"What the hell are you taking for these and can you give me some?" Sharon asked, breaking into a wide smirk as she gave Heather's bust one more squeeze before letting go. The half Japanese teen laughed at her friend, cheeks flushed, but not with embarrassment. She would never admit that though, at least not to Sharon.

"Haha, wouldn't you like to know?" Heather laughed, relaxing into the conversation.

"Oh, come on. You went up like two cup sizes!" Sharon said, pouting.

"Nope, this is my little secret." The slime girl said, smirking in a manner befitting a super villain. Her friend huffed, but quickly broke into her own grin.

"Fine then, not like I need anything there." She said, hefting her own DD cups. Heather looked away quickly, not willing to risk getting aroused again, especially with Sharon so close.

"True, true, but bigger is better, right?" She said without thinking, almost immediately regretting it.

"Hmm? Yeah, pretty much. Never met a guy who doesn't love big tits, or a girl for that matter." Sharon replied, causing Heather to raise an eyebrow questioningly, "What is it?"

"A guy or a girl, huh? Something you not telling me, eh, Sharon?" Heather teased, keeping it playful.

"What? Oh, I never told you did I? I'm bi, Heather." The ebony teen told her nonchalantly, knowing it wasn't a big deal.

"Really? Tell me then, on a scale of 1 to 10, what am I?" Heather asked, again without thinking, immediately regretting as both hers and Sharon's faces burned, "Um, never mind. I'm not thinking straight today, really-"

"Ten." Sharon muttered quietly, low enough that Heather couldn't hear, but causing her to stop all the same.

"Huh?" She said dumbly.

"You're a ten." Sharon repeated, her cheeks visibly flushed despite her ebony skin. Heather stared at her for a second, almost unable to comprehend what she had heard. Before she could say anything more, her friend seemed to realise what she'd said and promptly turned around, "Uh, I'll, um, guess I'll see you later, Heather." With that, Sharon hurried away with her cheeks still burning and her best friend of two years looking after her, a look of shock on her face.

"Sharon." Heather muttered under her breath, before groaning as her stomach grumbled in need. I just had cum though, she thought in surprise, but soon realised it wasn't necessarily hunger she felt, "Oh my god." She said in realisation, knowing her body wanted to repeat what she'd done to her mother on Sharon. Colour drained from her already pale face.

"You alright?" Someone asked as they walked by her. Heather turned to face them, seeing that it was a girl in her class. They'd never said a word to each other, and yet the slime girl felt the urge to take that girl's face in her hands and pull her face towards hers, but she resisted.

"Y-yeah, I-I'm fine. Uh, excuse me." She said and turned to leave, but the girl stopped her, grapping her forearm to do so.

"You sure? You don't look so good." She said, frowning in worry. Why wouldn't she just leave, Heather thought to herself, and pulled away.

"Look, I'm fine, okay?" Heather told her, anger seeping into her tone.

"Okay, okay. Just worried is all." She said, a hint of something else in her eye, which Heather couldn't help but notice. The slime girl glanced down at her arm, where they had touched her. It was fading quickly, but her skin had definitely transformed. Heather looked at the girl, noticing her cheeks were flushed and her legs seemed a little weak.

It would be so simple just to kiss her quickly and get this over with. The thought entered her mind before Heather could hope to stop it, and once there it refused to leave. She could just lean in, press their lips together and start the same process she had done with Yume, make another person her slave. A shudder ran through her as she felt a drop of moisture running down her inner thigh, the mere idea of turning this girl into her futanari slave was turning her on. Heather didn't even this girl's name and she was already considering enslaving her.

No, she thought and shook her head. Without a word, she turned and ran down the halls. A teacher reminded her of the no running rule, but it didn't stop her. She was outside the building in seconds, breathing deeply to try and calm herself down. People ignored her, thankfully, at least from what she knew. Her head was in her hands, the outside world blocked off. If she were looking around, she would notice the attention of dozens of people focused on her, many of them trying to look away and failing to do so; their eyes were inevitably drawn back to her. Eventually, lunch came to an end and everyone filed back to their classes.

Heather kept her eyes downcast. The feeling was still in her gut, almost like her desire to enslave someone was a physical being, trapped within her and trying to escape. She couldn't help but laugh at the thought that she was some kind of vessel for a chestburster from Alien. Maybe that would be better, she thought, at least then she wouldn't have to deal with the possible risk of losing herself whatever it is she had become. Well, her mind added, it wasn't all bad really. She didn't have to really eat anymore, and her body was looking better than ever, and her skin was extra sensitive to pleasure so that made her orgasms a good deal better. Plus just giving her mother a blowjob was a fantastic experience.

How good would it feel to get fucked by her big dicked mother? The stray thought consumed her conscious, her pussy quickly growing moist at the idea to the point that she could feel her wet desire creating a puddle on her chair. Just high was her libido now?

"Fuck my life." She groaned, head down on the desk as she kept her desires at bay. Part of her wanted to quit, to just grab the nearest girl and make them her bitch, or maybe do it to everyone in the class, or school? As time passed, and the teacher prattled on and on as they tend to do, she felt that side of her growing stronger. It was almost to the point where she was about to give in when the bell rang, signalling the end of the school day. Heather was out of the door like a bolt of lightning and rushing to her car.

She couldn't go back tomorrow. She knew that much. If today had been a near disaster, what would happen tomorrow, or the day after that? How long could she keep resisting the urges she now felt? Heather leaned back into the seat of her car, breathing in the comfortingly familiar scent of her second hand vehicle. Almost everyone else was hanging around, chatting or making plans, allowing her some peace for the moment. What would she do when she got home?

Yume would be there of course. She'd no doubt be as naked as she was that morning, and more than prepared to give Heather a snack. The slime girl couldn't help but lick her lips at the thought.

"God dammit!" She all but shouted, hitting her steering wheel out of frustration. Everything was piling on now. That morning she had been calm, despite all of the weirdness that had happened to her, but now it seemed to have finally caught up with her. She had no idea what she was going to do besides become a shut in, but she didn't want to lose Sharon, her one true friend in the world, especially after finding out that they might share a mutual attraction. Heather let her mind turn entirely to her best friend.

Oddly enough, her thoughts were free of anything sexual. She simply recalled having fun with Sharon, the two hanging out at practice, chatting away during lunch, complaining about their love lives or just the times when they'd hang out at each other's houses and watch stupid chick flicks. Heather couldn't help grinning at the memories, even laughing when she recalled the funnier moments. If there was a spark of possible love between the two, maybe she could make it work? Just for her, she thought, only for her. Heather took a steadying breath and drove back home.

No matter how much her desires may try and control her, Heather wouldn't let them overwhelm her. At least, not with Sharon. It didn't matter what she had to do to accomplish, but she wouldn't let her body do as it pleased to her friend, even if that meant giving in and making someone else like Yume. Heather felt calmer as she drove, as if the decision freed a massive weight from her mind. It made sense really, since she would no longer stress about staying completely in control. She would just have to take care not to be discovered.