Slime (Patreon)

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Rela climbed out of her broken pod, the light of the great star gleaming on her translucent skin.

Earth was odd. The sky was blue, and the ground was so fertile, vegetation sprouted from it in every direction. Atop it, humans had built large, ugly, structures—if Rela recalled correctly, they were named buildings.

Rela began to stagger towards a clutch of the buildings, but she trembled, and had to stop. It was time for her to mate, and she had gotten so weak from waiting. Instead of approaching the humans, she hid herself in some of the verdant overgrowth, and rested.

Evening fell on earth at a refreshingly fast pace. Now the sky was dark and starry. Gathering what strength she could, Rela approached the buildings. There was one with a triangular shape, the door hanging open, as though welcoming her. Inside several humans were talking enthusiastically. An odd rhythm flowed out into the evening. Rela slid inside.

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Duke spat his beer, his eyes bulging. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

Beside him, Trip dropped his cup, oblivious of the ice cold alcohol spilling on his sandals.

The most gorgeous and freakish creature either of them had ever seen had just sauntered in the frat house. She had large hips, and breasts, and a nicely plump ass, whereas her waist was tiny, her face gorgeous, lips plump, and she looked like a wet dream come to life if it wasn’t for one particularity.

She was green.

Her naked skin was translucent jade, skin gleaming, and goo dripping off her and onto the shag rug.

As the woman slithered forward, snake-like, Duke staggered back, falling on his ass.

“Dude,” Brad drawled, backing into a wall despite the erection straining against his beach shorts.

There was something about slime-girl that was just so sexy, so…rousing. Duke stared on in a mixture of fear and excitement as she slithered right up to him.

“My name is Rela,” she said, her voice such a perfect lilt, such an exotic timber. It caused Duke to shiver. “Do you and your comrades consent to carrying on my species?”

“I...uh…” said Duke, completely lost. His eyes were drawn to the way slime trailed down from Rela’s gleaming groin, between her perfect thighs. “Sure,” he rasped.

Without hesitating, Rela shot her arm out, and it seemed to distend, and liquefy, as her slime was plunged directly into Duke’s mouth. He didn’t even had a chance to scream, just choke, as slime was rammed into his mouth, down his throat, hot and pulsing till it hit his stomach. Duke tried to squirm away, but the force of the slim pinned him, forcing its way in until his belly began to bloat.

Brad screamed and ran for the door. Rela jerked her head back, and a plate of slime webbing covered the open doorframe, blocking them. Rela shot her free arm towards Trip and began to force-feed him as well. Brad stood frozen, wailing and crying.

Duke struggled on the floor as his belly swelled. He could feel his shirt getting tighter and tighter, until it was squeezing him, and his gut began to push out beneath the hem.

His mound was round and sweaty, growing and growing in uncomfortable prickles and overwhelming pressure. He squirmed on the floor. He clutched at his gut. It just grew bigger and rounder, rising over him in pulses of growth as it was filled more. Soon he looked as though he was nine months pregnant, yet he was still growing. He released a muffled groan.

Duke choked as he felt his belly button pop out in a violent spasm that made him feel like he would burst. At this, Rela seemed satisfied. She ceased her assault, and Duke did his best to cough out the remaining slime in his throat.

He felt tight and heavy, inflexible and swollen. He looked as though he was pregnant with triplets by then, his gut throbbing. He wanted to run off, but could hardly get off the floor.

He could see that Rela was just beginning to force-feed a quivering Brad. Trip had torn through his clothes and looked as though he would burst. He was at least as huge as Duke, yet his belly button shows no signs of popping.

With one more hoarse groan, Duke dropped his head back, allowing it to connect with the floor. He rubbed the side of his gut and released a quiet moan.

What had he gotten himself into?