My Dear Employee

My Dear Employee
Agent McKenna stared at the red walls of the department, quietly listening to the rumbling of the elevator beneath a persistent thumping. The doors opened, unleashing a flood of clerks hurrying to their next assignment. McKenna kept his distance, though this action was unnecessary. Most of the clerks, as incompetent as they may seem, at least knew to stay away from him. He did notice a new one look at him a bit longer than normal, perhaps to sate her curiosity about the strange man in a suit of pink slime. She made a motion as if to talk to him, but quickly turned away and continued to walk down the hallway. McKenna continued to stare at the wall.
A brief explosion of pink shot out from his chest, splattering the nearby walls with viscous slime. Automated machinery quickly scrubbed away any traces of the substance. The agent sighed, grateful that no one was around him when the infection attempted to spread again. He recalled the first time he received her “blessing”, how that heart would follow him, how his coworkers would joke about him finally finding a girlfriend.
How their flesh would melt from their bones as their faces contorted.
He shook his head, trying to keep his mind off the memories of his former coworkers. The thumping sound above him continued. McKenna looked up at the nonexistent heart floating above his head, cursing that no one else could notice it. Then again, no one else was allowed inside of that elevator room for longer than ten minutes. He sighed and slumped down, impatiently waiting for the manager to call him again so he could work with her.
If there was one good thing about his position, it was being the only one able to visit her. She was a strange girl, a bit taller than he was. Her smile was always cheery, and her eyes were captivating. The most distinguishing thing about her, however, was her slimy body. Volumes upon volumes of a viscous, pink slime composed her entirety. It spread as if it had a mind separate from her own, expanding and undulating like the bank of a flooding river. Her slime was surprisingly comfortable to wear, too. Despite having the consistency of warm syrup, it felt warm and not sticky. McKenna unconsciously stroked the sleeve of his jacket at the thought, imagining that the pink suit was her embracing him. The slime woman would often hug him during work, enveloping him in her warmth. She’d vibrate parts of body to massage him, giving him the most relaxing fully clothed bath he has ever had. There were even times where she seemed lustful, though he never tried to go all the way with her. Still, her warm, slimy body made him feel the safest in his life.
But this still was not enough to stave off the loneliness. He was relegated to this small room every day, only leaving when it was time to work with her. The other agents made sure to give him a wide berth. While he was frustrated at the lack of interactions, he could not fault them for steering clear from an infectious agent. Clerks would also avoid him, but they general avoided agents to begin with. The only thing left to keep him company in his quarantine was the thumping heart -- the symbol of her love. Somehow, it only made his feelings of loneliness escalate. He could be with her right now instead of standing next to one of the least used elevators in the facility. If he wasn’t chosen, he could be having a laugh with his coworkers without having to deal with horrific blobs that burn his friends instead of his own flesh. He could ask that clerk why she looked at him for so long, maybe even striking up a conversation. He didn’t have long to contemplate these thoughts before:
“Agent McKenna! Attachment work on D-03-109!”
McKenna jumped when the loudspeaker called his name, but he quickly got to his feet. If they needed him, then that meant that she was on meltdown again. The manager preferred to only have her worked on when it was required. Though he claimed that it was for McKenna’s safety, the latter suspected that it was just so that he could interact with less clerks. Regardless of the reason, he had the opportunity to be with her again. He rushed down the hallway and to the door of her containment cell, making sure to avoid any clerk who was just standing there.
The slime woman immediately perked up upon seeing him enter her fortified room. She advanced towards him and pounced, plastering him against the slime coated walls. The warmth of her body brought a small smile to his face. The agent accepted her embrace, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. Even if she was the cause of his isolation, he was happy to interact with her for these brief moments.
As he continued to do attachment work on her, McKenna noticed that she was acting a lot more affectionate than usual. She would nuzzle her head against his neck, making strange, adorable noises as she closed her eyes in bliss. The agent caressed her face in response, and he would watch as his fingers sunk into the soft substance that composed her body. Slimy hands grabbed his own, and she rubbed her cheek against it. Feeling the warm, soft liquid wrap around him and hearing her gentle gurgling, McKenna felt himself unwind inside of her slimy hug. He decided he would do it. He slowly brought his hand to her chin and leaned forward to kiss her.
The first thing he noticed about the kiss was the texture. Her lips were as soft as the rest of her body. They gently pressed against his own as she pulled him closer in response. A thin film of some sort of liquid seemed to coat them, giving her lips a moist feeling that did not feel unpleasurable. Deeper and deeper she pulled him into the kiss, sometimes moving a bit to try a different position. Though he discovered that he could still breathe through her, McKenna found himself out of breath when he broke the lip lock. Regrets filled his mind as he thought about what he did. Getting romantically involved with any abnormality was a colossal taboo, especially after the incident with O-06-20. These things were inhuman producers of energy, and they needed to be treated as such. Even the most benign could kill a normal person from the sheer amount of power they exuded.
Was he really so desperate for companionship that an acidic slime was an acceptable partner?
He noticed that she looked dejected, as if hurt that he discontinued their kiss so soon. Her pouting face was strangely adorable to see. He looked at her body, at the womanly curves made of slime that dripped down and covered the floor. He looked at her chest, with their large, breast-like sacs that softly rose and fell in sync with her movements. He looked at her face and at her bright eyes, her glistening lips. As he silently observed her, the slime woman, the one responsible for his isolation, crept towards him and rest her head on his chest.
This wasn’t so bad.
She was pushing him to the ground.
Now that he thought about it, he had always found her very attractive.
Ropes of slimy tendrils coiled around his arms and legs, restraining him against the wet floor. They were not needed.
She slowly poured over him, her body molding to his shape as she held his head between her hands. She kissed him over and over, each one lasting longer and longer. Slowly, amidst the kissing and the caressing, the slime’s lower body undid his pants. His erect dick slowly rose up inside of her body, displacing any substance in its path. Through her translucent body, McKenna could see his cock get massaged by thousands of microscopic parts as his slimy lover gave him a lustful smile. Her body continued to vibrate around him, squishy insides greedily sucking and squeezing his penis while remained restrained. The onslaught was too much for him. With a groan, he came inside of his captor. White ropes of semen shot into her midriff, tinted by her pink coloration. They remained floating in her torso before slowly dispersing.
The slime woman seemed happy with the result, once again nuzzling her head against his neck. McKenna noticed that the tendrils that bound him to the floor were gone. Feeling her soft cheeks rubbing against his collar bone, the agent realized something. She has always loved him. This gift of a heart was her blessing, a sign of her devotion. How foolish he was to regard it as a curse! What need did he have for other when he had her? The others judged him, scorned him, abandoned him beside that red wall next to the elevator.
But not her.
She always showed her love for him, and he should have returned it so much earlier. How could he have betrayed her trust by denying her love? Even back then, all she was doing was using his former coworkers to create more of herself. More of her to love, just for him. More of this warm, comforting slime to envelop him in affection.
McKenna wrapped his arms around her and sank into her body, causing her to bubble up in pleasure. He groped the breast-like sacs on her chest, allowing his hands to be devoured by the sweet-smelling substance that she was made off. She fell back and pulled him on top, wrapping more slime around his lower body like a human woman trapping her lover in a leg lock. The agent began to fervently thrust his hips into her. He heard the wet smacking noise repeat again and again as he rammed his cock deep into the slime woman, the only one who loved him in this forsaken corporation. He felt moist tendrils coil around his dick and pull him ever further into her, massaging his shaft so expertly. The woman just looked at him happily as he came twice, thrice, more and more inside of her, filling her innards with his white semen. He stuffed his face into her cleavage and allowed himself to drown in pleasure as the world around him melted into an indistinguishable mixture of slime and lust.
After an indiscernible amount of time, McKenna found himself panting heavily inside of the embrace of the abnormality. She was gently stroking his head, her whole body now a lighter shade of pink. The agent slowly got up and kissed her, causing her to make another happy bubbling noise. With one last embrace, he left her containment cell, filled with a new determination. He will not fail her again.
It didn’t take long for him to find someone. The clerk who looked back at him was walking in the empty hallway when she bumped into him. McKenna quickly struck up a conversation with her to keep her busy. He nodded and smiled as she rambled on about how much she admired how her suppressed those breaches, how she looked up to him. She did not know that those words fell on deaf ears. In his head, the agent was keeping count of the time. It had already been seven minutes...
Eight...
Nine...
Ten.
A brief explosion of pink shot out from his chest.