You’ve dated a couple of slime girls before, and when the red slime nudged herself up to you at the bar, you figured it wouldn’t be much different. It wasn’t until you saw the two cores did you realize you were out of your depth.
They dominated everything around them; presence, look, and confidence. They knew what they wanted, and could take it with simply a finger pressing your cute little chin up.
So when they asked if you wanted to join, you didn’t hesitate. Now, the same red slime wanders with three cores in them, and you couldn’t be happier to help them get another added to your slimy body.
There is a liberating, total surrender in letting my mind completely melt under the heat of the sun. Stripped of distractions, wrapped in the sleek, compression shorts, become pure, streamlined energy. The warmth bakes away the noise, leaving only a sharp, rhythmic focus on the physical realm.
Every muscle feels primed, locked into a state of absolute compliance and peak performance. There is a profound, submissive joy in this discipline—offering up every ounce of my effort, stamina, and presence to Coach's vision. Under that blazing sky, completely molded by the heat and the instruction, finding my ultimate purpose in pushing boundaries and executing the objective flawlessly.
You want want to be in this state. Evolved to embrace this feeling of sun and relax after a good workout
You tumble out of your jar into a sticky pile of pink goo. Frantically, you search around, but it doesn’t appear you’re sinking. It had been at least a week since that witch found you and decided you were worth bringing home. You just didn’t think she’d shrink you to two inches tall and throw you in a jar on a necklace when she asked if you wanted to come with her.
Following the trail of pink, you see the large sadistic grin of your captor looming close. It’s then do you realize your situation. You are on top of her chest. The slopes of her feminine figure no longer hidden by the clothes she normally wears has you squarely on what would have been her sternum. Of course, this slime has no bones. Looking down, you can see her core floating in gel what seems to you a good distance inside her.
You are helpless as this giant slime effortlessly smushes you into her chest with barely two fingers. They rotate as you’re pressed against her sticky body, the pleasure radiating from her as she does so overwhelms everything. You’re just a toy to be used by her. A small gasp and sadistic laugh emanates from her mouth and you feel it echo through her body.
Helplessly, you are lifted by the same two fingers that had held you down so easily. Her face grows in size as she brings you right up to her massive lips. A tongue twice your size edges out of the grinning maw to wrap around your tiny body. As it coils its hot, wet length around you, your thoughts simply blank into a single sentence,
Imagine waking up and feeling the unexpected sensation of headphones tight on your ears.
You don't know how they got there, you certainly didn't fall asleep with them on. You start to reach up to pull them off but something stops you, the audio playing through them. It's a mixture of white noise, a metronome clicking back and forth, and a soft, comforting voice.
The voice is reminding you how nice it was to be asleep just a moment ago. The voice offers you that same relaxation and bliss. You know something strange is going on, someone put these headphones on you but the soft offer and rhythmic clicking convinces you to leave them on for just a moment, just to see where this is going.
The soft voice continues, reminding you that you know exactly what it feels like to feel fuzzy and dumbed down. It reminds you how nice it is. Click, click, click, in the background. Fuzzy and dumb and heavy.
Click, click, click.
You know that if you really wanted to you could reach up and pull off these headphones but for some reason your arms won't move.
Click, click, click.
They feel as if they weigh a thousand pounds. It feels too good to move them, the offer is too enticing. The offer of Fuzziness, dumbing you down, making you heavy and empty.
Click, click, click.
The voice continues leading you down and before you know it your eyes have closed and there is nothing but the sounds from those headphones. Everything goes black.
Click, click, click.
Your eyes open and you look at your clock, hours have passed since you originally woke up. You reach to touch the headphones but they are gone. No trace of them at all. You might even just think it was a very pleasant dream.
You get up and go about your day like normal. It isn't until you get dressed that you realize the figure standing in your room now. A familiar figure, a trusted figure for either obvious reasons or for a reason you can't quite grasp. You open your mouth to speak but before a word can escape the figure presses the clicker in their hand and your jaw drops limply open, your thoughts fade away as your free will and intelligence vanish. They hold
Start showing more interest in other women when your boy-toy is around. Really let him know your type. Tell him how much the thought turns you on. Tell him you want a night with a woman like that more than anything. When he's inevitably on board, pull the rug out. Give him a makeover. Put him in a cage. Make him your dream woman. It's up to you if you ever want to turn him back.
When you turn your girlfriend into a slimegirl like you what's the first shape you teach them? And what do you do immediately after?
Also do you know how to change the slime colour and maybe where I can get some of that transformative goo.. Asking for a friend
The first shape I love teaching is the classic slime blob/ball. It’s hard to pull yourself out of puddle, and turning into a cute little blob is an impressive achievement to aim for as a first timer.
Of course I take pictures of her and her adorable little face as she sits smug in her new skill, then pick her up and squeeze. The moment of floundering as she tries to stay together is simply the cutest thing ever.
Color change is dependent per slime and composition. Some can change on command, others have to use special dyes! Check your composition before putting anything in your gel.
As for where to find some goo, all you have to do is ask nicely ;)
Stephanie ran towards the Royal Greenhouse of Clover Castle. Above her, mysterious pink magic shimmered in the air. The Clover Mages couldn’t identify the magic nor could they dispel it, and so the entire castle was now on full alert.
“Princess? Princess!” she called out as ran through the garden.
No one had seen the princess since the pink magic appeared but Stephanie knew that Princess Triffoli loved the gardens, especially the more exotic flowers that bloomed in the greenhouse, so that was the first place the Royal Druidess thought to look.
“Princess?” Stephanie shouted as she pulled open the doors.
The sweet, pleasant aroma of flowers welcomed Stephanie as soon as she entered the greenhouse. For a moment, she was overcome with a sense of calm. Of relaxation. She smiled as she breathed in the warm scent. What she saw, however, pulled her back from her daydream. Gone were the flowers she had helped the princess cultivate and nurture. In their place, strange new flora filled the beds of the greenhouse and had turned it into a garden of paradise. Bright pinks and blues and purples as far as Stephanie could see. It was one of the most beautiful sights Stephanie had ever laid her eyes on.
Then, she heard something. A soft giggle from deeper within the greenhouse. Stephanie sighed; she didn’t have time for one of Triffoli’s games.
“Princess? It’s Stephanie! Something’s happened! We must get you to safety now!”
Another giggle. Leading her deeper into the gardens. The sights, the smells… there was nothing Stephanie wanted to do more than stop and smell the flowers. She could feel a warmth building inside of her as the flowers focused on her. She wanted to bask in their beauty, to revel in their attention. It felt so good. A soft whine escaped her lips, and the druidess shook her head. She needed to focus; she needed to find the princess. She could figure out where these plants came from after she knew Triffoli was safe.
“Closer,” a voice called out to her. It was almost a whisper, but the druidess heard it clear as day, “Come closer.”
“Who’s there?” Stephanie answered it, readying her staff in case things turned violent. “Show yourself!”
Her words were met with a giggle, “I won’t hurt you, petal.”
Stephanie stepped forward, her eyes darting around the room. She was desperate to find the source of the voice before it found her. And, goddess willing, she’d find the princess. She just hoped she wasn’t too late. She sent a spell forward, reaching out to the nature around her. Asking for its help. But the magic fizzled after just a few seconds, her concentration failing her. She cursed under her breath, earning another giggle from whoever was in here with her.
As she moved through the greenhouse, it felt as though the flowers were becoming more beautiful. Various shades of pink glimmered in the sunlight. They were easily some of the prettiest flowers Stephanie had ever seen. She wondered if the flowers themselves were sparkling. A part of her wanted to sparkle too.
And that was when she noticed her.
Among the flowers sat what appeared to be a woman. Lily-pink hair flowed around her soft green skin. Stephanie recognized the woman to be an alraune. She had heard stories of them but had never seen one with her own eyes. The monster was… somehow even more beautiful than she expected. It turned her attention from the flowers and locked eyes with Stephanie.
“Hello petal,” the alraune purred. “I’ve been expecting you.”
“Where’s the princess?” Stephanie asked her, bringing her focus back to the task at hand.
The woman smiled, but didn’t say a word, as she stepped out from the patch of flowers she had been tending to. Stephanie’s eyes were drawn to her body. Like the garden, she was absolutely breathtaking. The druidess never imagined that an alraune could be so curvy. Her enormous breasts bounced slightly beneath her hair, giving Stephanie enough of a view to further distract her. She pulled a flower from her hair; the petals were covered in a soft pink glitter. Stephanie watched as petals twinkled in the woman’s hand, and she was completely caught off guard when the alraune blew that glitter into her face.
“Bimblossoms,” the pink-haired plant-girl explained, “aren’t they so pretty?”
Stephanie’s head spun as she breathed in the pink pollen. The smell was absolutely intoxicating. Notes of sweet vanilla were flooding her senses, making her feel so delicious. She tried to shake her head and clear the glitter from her mind but she couldn’t. The druidess’ thoughts were turning pink. Her worries and stresses began to melt away into a sea of sparkles. She cooed softly as the bimblossom continued to dumb her down, leaving her feeling floaty and completely at the alraune’s mercy.
“There, my sweet petal. Isn’t that so much better?” she asked Stephanie. Her words were so gentle, so sweet. Each word made the druidess grow a little weaker. “I know your princess agreed. Triffoli, was it? She is such a good girl. Just like you will be.”
“I-i… th-the princess…” Stephanie’s mind struggled to put together any thoughts. She felt too good. Too… pink? Too pink to do anything but listen. Too pink to be anything but be a good girl.
The alraune pulled Stephanie into a kiss, planting her soft pink lips onto the druid. The kiss rocked Stephanie, leaving the girl completely helpless as the creature’s magic flowed through her. Her breasts ballooned beneath her robes, expanding to a more curvaceous size. Her butt grew fuller and rounder, her hips wider and more feminine. The plant-woman’s tongue danced in Stephanie’s mouth, pushing more of the bimblossom nectar into her body. Her head was swimming in a sea of glitter and pink pollen. Her lips plumped into glossy pillows as they became coated with nectar. A pleasant heat was building inside of her; the need for more growing by the second. She moaned into the monster’s kiss. Completely lost in a haze of pink pollen.
The alraune giggled and pulled away from the kiss, leaving Stephanie with a dumb, blissful smile on her face. She traced the bimbo’s lips with her finger, admiring how pretty and pliant her new plaything was. The bimblossoms were already taking hold of this one. And soon, she would join her princess in service of the Garden.
“Such a pretty petal,” the alraune cooed, her green hand cupping the bimbofied druidess’ face. “Now, let’s not keep your princess waiting any longer, yes?”
She twirled around, taking her new bimbo’s hand and leading her to a secluded area of the greenhouse. Stephanie, helplessly obedient, followed the alraune. Her body jiggled as she walked, each step making her boobs and butt bounce lewdly as she mindlessly admired the pretty flowers and yummy smells of the garden.
“Oh, Princess?” the plant-girl called out, her voice drawing the bimbo’s attention back to her. “I’ve brought you a friend.”
Stephanie gasped when she saw her. The princess, a once demure and innocent beauty, had become a bimbo not unlike the former druidess. Her pink lips were wrapped around the vine of a nearby flower; her cheeks puffed slightly from the nectar gushing into her mouth. Another vine had slid into the princess’ pussy, and another between her massive breasts. Princess Triffoli moaned around the vine as the plants continued to use her.
“Mmm, isn’t she lovely?” the alraune asked Stephanie as she watched the princess suck and fuck the flowers like a horny slut. “She’s a little further along than you are, petal… but don’t worry, we’ll get you caught up in no time.”
The princess had always been pretty, but now… she was perfect. Her blonde hair had turned pink, and her skin had taken on a green complexion. Her lips looked so plump and soft. Her tits were so big; her body so deliciously curvy. It made Stephanie feel so warm between her legs. She purred softly; so turned on by the sight in front of her.
The alraune noticed this and pulled the bimbo close to her. Their bodies pressed against each other tight. Stephanie could practically taste her captor’s lips on hers. The plant-girl slid the druid’s robes off her, exposing her perfected body to her Garden. The bimbo swooned as the alraune kissed her again, leaving a trail of pink kisses from her lips to her ear.
She leaned in close and whispered, “Well, petal? Do you want to join her?”
Stephanie cooed dreamily and nodded, “Mhmmm.”
“That’s my girl,” the monster praised her, kissing her deeply and filling her with more delicious nectar. “Go on then, petal. Join your princess among the flowers. Join my Garden. Tend to my flowers and I promise to take good care of you.”
Stephanie smiled blankly before stepping into the flowerbed. She laid next to Princess Triffoli, who was writhing in ecstasy as the vine in her pussy filled her with its seed. She cried out in orgasmic euphoria as she climaxed again and again. The flowers bloomed, covering the bimbos in glitter as they did. Vines quickly began to explore Stephanie’s body, wrapping around her tits and spreading her legs wide. More vines slid between her legs, and the last bits of the druidess’ mind completely melted away as the Garden took all of her holes.
Photo credit: @stephanies-huge-plastic-tits
"The Bimbo Curse of Clover Castle" belongs to @cottonundiestf
Diana and Violet shared a streaming channel, DiViGaming, that was struggling to gain traction. The streaming space was crowded if you didn't have a gimmick, and they hadn't settled on one yet.
At least, not until they got their hands on the Victor's Spoils Chokers!
Wearing matching choker necklaces, their contests now had higher stakes, with the winner getting to steal away a trait of her choice from the loser. Viewers flocked to watch each stream, waiting with pants in hand for the results.
Today's games had been... rough on Diana. Violet won the first game, a rhythm game, which was expected; she was always more on beat than Diana. But Di had way better reaction time to make up for it in the next games.
Except Violet cheated! "As winner, I'm going to... drain some of your motor functions."
"What?" The small gem at Diana's throat glowed and suddenly she felt the world slowing down as dizziness overtook her. When the sudden wave subsided, she looked at her hands, trying to move her fingers, only to realize they were difficult to move and didn't react right away. "Ch-cheater!"
Violet just grinned. "We never said it was against the rules! Oh well, next game!"
With Violet's reactions and dexterity souped up and Diana's at minimal functionality, the next series of games were a stomp. And Violet was showing no mercy, laughing and bullying her friend the entire time.
"I win again! Let's take... that lovely tan complexion of yours." Diana grumbled, feeling the ripple of goosebumps across her body as the natural tan granted by her mixed heritage drained away until she was pale white and her friend's Nordic background vanished behind a perfect warm complexion.
"Another win? Oh my, how about... that round ass of yours! I could use a boost." The girls had comparable bottoms, or at least they did, but Diana was forced to stand and show the camera as her ass lost enough mass that her pants started to slip off. Meanwhile, Vi was happy to taunt Di, shaking her new cake for the viewers.
"Won. Again. You know, I can tell you've been hitting the gym. I'm fine reaping the rewards." Diana groaned, feeling weak as her muscle mass withered away, leaving her frame narrow as a toothpick while Violet enjoyed her new healthy build.
And this kept happening. Diana dropped out of frame as her height was reduced by a foot while Violet shot up. Diana's long hair had to be pulled into a close, messy bun as Violet flipped her new luxurious locks.
And, of course, with the final game, Violet approached her petite partner and touched her chest. "They aren't even that big. Cute little B cups. But..."
Diana whimpered. "...Please?"
Violet shrugged. "Sorry Di. It's all you've got left." The gem glowed, deflating the perky tits on Diana until she was left with naught but puffy nipples on her flat chest.
Violet chuckled, grasping her chest. "Well, this has been a fun stream! I hope everyone enjoyed this thorough ass-kicking! Now if you switch to our... 'private stream,' you'll get to see Di appreciate our body in all its glory."
"Can I at least get my brain stuff back," she grumbled?
"...Yes. But only because I'm going to make sure to put that dexterity to good use. Now smile for the camera, Di!"
Tags for @misseviehyde and @bimbosanddolls for getting me in an attribute theft mood!
