CoC Slime Girl paste

You sway, finding it difficult to maintain your balance. When you fall, your substantial ass splashes wetly in the enveloping folds of the goo-girl’s eager slime. You weakly hold your hand up to keep her back, but the wide-eyed victor disregards the gesture with playful disdain. She slithers against you, moist muck slurping at your flesh with a hungry heat. Her semi-solid hands take yours, pulling your arms apart to bare your chest. She cranes her dripping head around your shoulders, skillfully removing your red, high-society bodysuit with only her mouth. Your breasts heave as the irrepressible heat of the slime sears your lavish cherry-like nubs until beads of sweat well up on your purple skin and trickle down your curves, leaving a wet sheen over your body.

Shrugging, you gesture at yourself, unsure what she’s trying to communicate to you. The goo-girl rolls her eyes and soundlessly sighs in exasperation. She grabs hold of you and runs her hands from your head to your hips, her body rippling as she does so, sculpting itself into a crude copy. She brings your attention to her belly and breasts, pointing to them as they swell and grow, nipples leaking plum goo-milk. Her stomach plumps further and further until she squeezes her whole body and a small, spherical blob tumbles from between her legs before being reabsorbed in her puddle. It’s pretty obvious that the slime is telling you that you’re pregnant.

Disparagingly, she pokes your tits and shakes her head, an expression of disappointment on her face. She smiles and strokes your cheek, patting you comfortingly on the head with a dripping appendage. She quirks her head to the side and her blank eyes light up in the excitement of inspiration. Grabbing the sides of her hair, she lifts two of the gooey hair clumps and sculpts them into tiny cow horns. With a focused determination, she bites down on her lower lip and balls her mitten-like hands into fists, inflating her chest larger and larger, until it begins to dwarf the rest of her body. Her arms stretch out, around the titanic chest and grab the back of your head, pulling your mouth against her wobbling breast. Pulling your lips apart, she seals your face around a shimmering nipple.

Tentatively, you take an experimental swallow, a thin trickle of grape gel rolling warmly down your throat. The taste is vaguely familiar, but you can’t quite place it. Taking another gulp, you roll the milky goo around in your mouth, trying to identify the flavor, but it continues to elude you. For some reason, it seems very important to determine the maddening fluid and you suck as hard as you can, steady streams of slimy cream filling your belly with a blossoming heat. When the goo-girl pulls you off, you’re a little surprised to see that your breasts have grown! The liquid weight in your stomach seems to have expanded your chest. You tweak a nipple and find that milk gushes out, even at the slightest stimulation. You are lactating! Seemingly satisfied that your body is now fit to birth a child, the goo-girl nods her head, beaming.The goo-girl flashes a broad smile and tickles under your chin to get your attention. Apparently trying to communicate her intent, she puffs out her cheeks and pats her belly, jiggling her amorphous frame in the process. Next, she taps your nose and pats your belly, slapping your purple skin with a moist splat of her hand. Your expression remains blank and she sighs soundlessly, turning cold in annoyance. The slime presses you on your back and lifts your legs into the air. In a splattering motion, the goo lets her lower half sink into the thick sludge of her feet until only her upper torso remains. Then, with impatient force, she descends on your loose fuck-hole, her yielding breasts rolling across your lower body.
The girl’s face finds your all-too-eager pussy swiftly enough, her tongue tracing every fleshy fold of your labia while the warming slime of her lips suck at the moisture of your rapidly lubricating slit. She pushes a little harder, forcing the oozing length of her tongue inside of you, its pulsing surface expanding and contracting, leaving you squirming and gasping, biting at one of your knuckles while the goo prods the limits of your womanhood. Seemingly satisfied, she screws her face into an expression of intense focus and slaps her head down, between your thighs. The delicate features of her nose and face press against your lower lips with an insistence that practically melts you before, shockingly, her head begins to squeeze into your cunt! When the girl begins sliding back out, it’s all you can do not to vocalize your disappointment with a feeble moan. Splashing in an expanding puddle, the girl gradually molds her features back into a humanoid shape, but you notice she’s smaller than before. Touching your belly, you can feel a jiggling orb still inside of you. You nearly bite your tongue when the straggler presses up against your cervix and forces its way into your womb with wriggling suction. Your body clenches in orgasm, but the slime’s fluid body works past your sphincter-tight barrier and distends your gut with its occupancy. You shake in the squirting throes of your climax and the reduced woman rubs her cheek against your goo-slick breasts affectionately. Dimly, you notice that her heart-shaped core has been split right down the center, the other half, presumably, inside your body. With a wave goodbye, she plunges back into the lake, leaving you hot, wet, and pregnant- or what passes for pregnancy in asexual creatures.