Three girls are trapped in a basement with live slime. It’s not there to eat them, though.
“Ouch!”
Maya fell on the cold stone. She managed to cushion her fall with her arms, but she hit her knees and elbows, and it hurt!
“What are you doing!”
With a short, furious cry, her friend Sandra hit the floor beside her.
“How do you dare!”
Maya rolled to her bottom, just in time to see their captors leaving and closing the heavy door. They were left in the cold, unwelcoming basement that stank of moldiness, stale water, and some unfamiliar tang. A dim light struggled through the dirty, glass-paned little windows near the ceiling.
Sandra jumped to her feet, ran to the door, and hit it with both fists.
“Let us free! You bastards!”
But her hits did not even make a sound. The door was really heavy and thick. And nobody answered her.
Maya rose to her feet, shaking with the adrenaline rush. What’s the fuck? They were just walking along the peaceful streets! It was a nice summer evening, the first day of their trip to another country… Right, it was a new and unfamiliar city, but all tourist prospects listed it as a safe and friendly place with extremely low crime levels!
“Shit!”
The girls embraced each other. Despite her boldness, Sandra was shaking too.
“What are they going to do to us?”
“I dunno. It’s all a stinky, creepy setup! We need to keep calm…”
But they could not stay calm. The dark stone was damp, covered with some kind of moss. A very thin film of clear, glistening slime covered a bigger piece of the floor and walls close to their right. The floor was not flat, and the slime, shining in the light, gathered into puddles.
A sound – half a moan, half a chuckle – came from the corner. They turned sharply.
A girl, like them, maybe a bit younger, fifteen years or so, was sitting on the cold floor, hugging her knees. And she was totally naked! Her greasy hair was matted into messy locks, and her dirty skin glistened as if smeared with some kind of oil. The girl had a hazy smile on her face, a weird dreamy one, with no signs of terror.
“Oh… so they’ve captured you too,” she murmured. “Nice… At least I have company now…”
They stepped to her. Maya crouched and touched the girl’s glistening shoulder, and pulled her hand away in fear. Strands of some kind of sickly slime trailed after it. She quickly wiped her hand on her jeans.
“What is this… gunk?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from breaking.
“How long have you been here? Who are they? What… what have they done to you?” Sandra insisted, her voice also trembling.
The girl looked at her own body, at her sticky thighs, at her belly, at her hard little nipples, and a little smile touched her lips. She yawned, strangely relaxed despite her state.
“I dunno. For two days, maybe… Or three… I lost count, and stopped caring.” She looked at Sandra. Her face was feverishly sharp, but she did not look exhausted or starved. Rather, high. “I don’t know who those creeps are. They’ve just grabbed me, took off my phone, and threw me here. They did not return… until they brought you here, too.” She chuckled. “I’m Dana, by the way.”
“Maya.” “Sandra.”
“Nice to meet you.” The girl giggled.
Maya and Sandra burst into short, nervous laughter. The absurdity of the situation, this dark basement, the danger… The stress demanded some release.
“You are so fucking calm!”
Dana shrugged. “What else can I do? Only wait for the rescue… or for them.”
“Rescuers will surely come, yes,” Maya insisted. “But who are they?”
But before Dana could answer, she gave a little gasp. She suddenly threw her head backwards, arching her spine. A visible wave of pleasure went through her body. Her small breasts with their pointy nipples pushed forward. She clenched her teeth, suppressing a loud cry. A soft gurgle broke from her lips. Her toes curled against the sticky stone.
Maya and Sandra froze, staring at her with horror. It did not look like a seizure, but rather like…
Dana’s body shuddered again and again, with her eyes rolling, her teeth clenched, and the sticky slime coating her skin shimmered under the dim light.
When the spasm finally subsided, Dana slumped and then stretched lazily, like a cat in the sun.
“Aahh… That’s life…” she whispered, her voice raspy and breathless.
“W-what’s that?!” Maya cried, stepping back.
Only now did she notice that Dana was sitting in a deep puddle of slime, thick and clear, like… like the thing that covered her skin. And the slime seemed to move! Its surface rippled, raised, connected with the girl’s crotch… flowed into her both bottom holes…
Maya felt nauseous. She glanced at her friend. Sandra, with her face pale, pressed her palm to her mouth.
“What’s this shit?!”
“Aaa…” Dana opened her hazed eyes. “It’s the slime. I dunno… just the slime. It ate my clothes. And it… Aaaahhh…” And she tensed and trembled again, breathing hard. “It… keeps me warm… and feeds me… and it eats me… but in a good way…”
“What do you mean, it EATS you?!” Sandra almost screamed.
Dana chuckled. “What do you see? Guess! Like a man eats a woman… Makes me feel good… really good… So good…” Dana gasped, her chest rising and falling with her deep breaths.
Sandra stared at the corner where Dana sat, her eyes wide with terror. But before she could say anything more, she flinched, her face twisting in disgust. She quickly lifted her foot.
“Ew! Gross! Shit!”
At the sole of her canvas sandal, a long, stretchy fiber of slime clung, glittering in the dim light. She tried to shake it off, but the fiber did not tear apart. She scrunched her face in disgust, reached down, and pulled it from her sandal with a quick, sharp movement, her fingers pinching and holding the viscous thread.
The slime clung to her fingers like hot wax. As if alive, it immediately started to spread, enveloping her fingertips in a clear, glistening glove. And she also felt it crawling under her sole…
She panicked.
“Shit! Shit! Get it off! Get it off!” She flailed her hand wildly, trying to shake off the slime.
Maya turned to help her, but slipped and fell into a puddle.
“Ouch!”
The slime was on her feet, too, and it quickly soaked through her jeans.
Dana gave out a long exhale. She watched the girls with calm, wide eyes.
“It’s no use…” she whispered. “It’s what happened to me. Once the slime sticks to you, it never lets go. It… likes you.”
The girls stared at each other, their faces masks of horror. Sandra, frantically trying to wipe her fingers on the rough wall, managed to rub away the glistening threads. But that didn’t help. Another thin fiber slithered up from her sandal and wrapped around her ankle. And then another… And more… And then she felt it on her other foot, too.
The tang intensified. It smelled like nothing familiar, but not disgustingly. Like a striking, very niche perfume.
Maya tried to crawl out of the puddle, but the slime was surprisingly tenacious. A translucent film already covered her calves, crawling up her shins.
“Aaa… NO!”
The fabric of her jeans, where the slime touched it, started to melt and unravel into threads.
It was a terrible sight. The thick blue denim grew thin, threadbare, then turned into a wet, sticky mess that spread over her legs. She was watching her favorite clothes literally eaten away by the slime right on her body! And that disgusting touch to her unprotected skin…
Dana let out a soft giggle.
“See? That’s the start. It likes the taste of cotton, too. And everything else, except…”
She didn’t finish. She arched her back in yet another shuddering orgasm, her glistening body gleaming. She let out a soft moan, her eyes rolling into her head, her toes curled, scraping the wet stone floor.
“…aaahhh… except your flesh. It likes our flesh. It loves it…”
Sandra wept. “N-no… Please…”
The bottom of her jeans was quickly dissolving, and the line was moving up her legs. Her sandals were already gone, and she stood barefoot in the deep puddle of the slime.
Maya struggled to her fours, glanced around, and screamed in terror. The whole floor around them was covered with the slime, and it slowly but steadily flowed towards them.
“Aaahhh… Don’t fight it… It’s no use… I fought, but it’s stronger…”
With a long moan, Dana turned and sprawled on the floor, rubbing against it. The thickening slime was crawling to her, too, covering her everywhere, as if welcoming an old friend.
Sandra tried to jump away, but her feet remained stuck as if in thick, gluey mud. She tripped and fell next to Maya. More slime gushed at her from the puddle, crawling up her thighs, her sides, her stomach.
She clawed at her waist, trying to create a barrier, a dry spot she could hold onto, but her fingers only sank into the viscous mass. Wherever she touched, the fabric of her T-shirt dissolved into shimmering fibers, eaten away with unnerving speed.
“No! No! NO!”
Maya scrambled backward, her jeans already gone to her hips, turned into slim shorts that were going shorter and shorter. The slime coating her bare legs was not unpleasant to the touch, warm and tingling, which made it all the more horrifying. It playfully spread her toes and crawled between them, tickling her tender skin. It wasn’t just a substance; it was something that had intention.
“This cannot be happening! Shit!”
“Heeeelp!”
Then a different sensation started, a subtle pulsing against the skin of her thighs. A deep, thrumming vibration that resonated not on the surface, but somewhere deep inside her muscles. It was a strange, rhythmic massage, and despite the terror, a traitorous warmth began to pool in her lower belly. She clamped her legs together, trying to stop the invasion, and felt the slippery layer between them.
Dana moaned on the floor, curling up, writhing, and rolling over within a large, transparent, gelatinous lump of the slime. One of her hands squeezed her breast, another worked fast between her thighs, while the slime rippled, flowing into both her bottom holes. She seemed insane in her unstoppable bliss.
“You’ll understand…” she managed to utter between the sobs of ecstasy. “You’ll understand it all… Aaahhh…”
And, in horror, Maya saw the thick slime tendril crawling into blissfully open Dana’s mouth, and she only opened it wider, welcoming it…
Sandra, on her back, wailed in despair as the t-shirt around her midriff dissolved into nothingness. Her naked belly was now exposed, and the slime immediately attacked it with greedy tendrils. They swirled around her navel, exploring it, and then flowed downwards, under the waistband – the last remaining part of her dissolved jeans. And, to her horror, her panties were also gone!
“No! Please, no!”
Her fingers slipped, coated in slime, as she attempted to hold onto the last vestiges of her clothing. The fabric thinned, became a grayish paste, and then was gone, leaving all her body completely exposed, smeared in the slime and the dirty leftovers of her clothes.
Maya’s last remaining piece of clothing, her shirt, did not hold any longer. Damp splotches appeared on her chest, the fibers darkening, then seemingly evaporating. She slapped her own chest, a desperate, flat sound against wet skin, trying to dislodge the stuff.
“Nnngh!”
Her fingers brushed her nipple, already erect from the strange, vibrating warmth, and she convulsed in sudden sharp pleasure. She nearly orgasmed just from touching her nipple! She never was so sensitive! What is this shitty slime doing to her?
She closed her eyes and felt the slime moving all over her skin, touching, probing, tickling, and tingling… caressing her with warm strokes… She shuddered in shame, but she could not deny it. The touches were pleasant, more pleasant than any caresses she felt before!
Sandra’s cry was raw, strangled. She squeezed her thighs shut, but the slime simply flowed between them, a warm, thick river seeking its source. It pooled in the hollow between her legs, and the gentle, persistent throbbing centered there, becoming more focused, more insistent. The vibrating pressure against her clit was a steady, maddening beat, a tiny hammer of forced pleasure.
“Stop it,” she whimpered, a tear tracing a clean path through the grime on her cheek. “Please… oh god, make it stop.”
But the uninvited thought kept thumping in her mind: did she really want it to stop?
The slime ignored her plea. One thick, pulsing appendage, stronger than the others, pressed firmly against her entrance, testing its resilience. Another, slenderer tendril found her other hole, circling it with a maddening, slick delicacy. The double-pronged invasion sent a violent, unwelcome jolt through her. Her hips bucked, a movement that was all instinct, all biology, and completely against her will. The slime seized the opportunity.
“AAAHHH!”
A slick ribbon pushed into her, not violently, but with an undeniable, inescapable pressure. Her body, slicked with slime, offered no resistance. The slime began flowing inside, stretching the entrances, stretching her insides, going deeper…
It was the last straw. With her face burning with shame and disgust, she fought to hold it, and lost. She arched in the sweetest and most intense orgasm in her life.
“Haha! I told you! Don’t fight it!”
Dana, spread-eagled on the stone floor, was trembling in aftershocks. The slime gave her a brief pause, but it definitely was not the end. She looked completely, insanely happy, as if this entire basement was the best amusement park in the world. She winked to Maya.
“It’s the start… And… oh!… it’s… endless…”
Sandra shuddered and went limp, her body quivering, her mind blank, the only remaining thought ‘this cannot be happening’, over and over. The slime paused for a moment as if tasting its victory, and then the rhythmic pumping continued, and another orgasm rolled through her almost instantly, sharp and sudden. It crashed over her defenseless body before her mind could form another coherent thought. And then another and another, each beginning before the previous had even fully faded, a chain reaction of uncontrollable rapture.
Maya watched in horror, a frozen deer on the road, as Sandra writhed on the floor, a puppet on slimy strings. Her friend’s face, a mask of disbelief and humiliation, was now slack with a mixture of agony and pleasure. Her breaths came in ragged, shallow pants, broken by little cries she couldn’t contain.
“S-Sandra…” she whispered, the name sticking in her throat. She tried to scramble away, to put any distance between herself and the fate that had just consumed her friend – and which approached her, too, with the inevitability of the high-speed truck.
The slime forcefully spread Maya’s butt and labia, and hit hard. “Nnngh… N-no, nooo…” Maya, lying on her back, scraped her feet across the floor, trying to push herself away, but they were slipping on the slime. And the sensation of her soles rubbing against the cold, slippery stone drove her high… oh shit, she never was into the feet massage… mmm… And then the slime, flowing into both her holes, pushed her over the edge.
With her face flushed, her eyes shut and her mouth open wide, Maya convulsed on the floor. The orgasm hit her like a thunderclap, shattering her resistance and stealing her breath. For a long moment there was nothing but raw sensation: her toes curled so tight they cramped, a strangled gasp ripped from her throat, and her vision swam in a brilliant, blinding white light. It was violent, it was total, it was terrifying, and gods, it was good.
She lay panting, her mind a shattered mirror, reeling from the violent intrusion. Before her brain even had a chance to piece together a single thought, a wave of a second orgasm rose to meet her, then crashed. This one was deeper, a rolling tidal wave of sensation that started in the pit of her stomach and radiated outward in tingling shockwaves to her fingertips and the tips of her toes. “Aaaah… Oh… nooo…”
She lost track of herself, of where she ended and the slime began. Her consciousness dissolved into a sea of bliss, washing away any memory of resistance, leaving only the raw reality of being filled, and fucked, and pleasured into oblivion.
Then, in a short break, she opened her hazy eyes and looked around. Dana had completely surrendered to the sensations. She lay motionless and silent, twitching with orgasmic spasms as the slime flowed into all three of her orifices. Her belly bulged out as if she was in the last month of pregnancy, and it pulsed in the rhythm of the slime’s movements.
Sandra, however, tried to hold on. She scrambled on all fours, her body a living canvas of the slime’s violation, trying to escape from the puddle that was both the source and the sustenance of her unending ecstasy.
“Enough… I’ve… I’ve had enough!” she panted.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, threatening to give out. She managed to crawl to a relatively dry spot where the slime was still a mere thin film. She leaned against the cold stone wall, taking ragged breaths, her head spinning. The constant, insistent pumping slowed down but did not stop. Even in that shallower water, thin tendrils remained inside her, maintaining a slow, maddening thrum. They were a part of her now. Her belly also bulged out, although not as much as Dana’s— not as much yet, she understood. And it throbbed inside, the insistent pulsations that pushed her to the edge again. The orgasms, once roaring tsunamis, subsided into deep, relentless delightful currents that still pulled her under with terrifying ease. She rested for a short while. She needed to escape. But where to? Maybe if she stood up…
She tried to rise, but her legs gave out. And the slime was on top of her again. Sandra moaned, feeling the thumps of the flow, the new stretching of her insides; it was almost painful—ohhh—painfully pleasant… She exhaled sharply and shut her mouth as she felt the first touch of the slime’s tendrils to her lips. Sandra did her best to hold her lips tight, but the slime was stronger and more insistent. Sandra felt her lips getting slippery… then the tang taste in her mouth… and gave up.
She was familiar with deep-throating, and rather liked it, but this was different. And— better?! The slime flowed inside, a living river. She opened her throat to welcome the tendril, and it pushed her into another powerful orgasm, the sweet choking sensation only intensifying it. For a fleeting thought, she wondered how much she would change before morning— or after a few days, like Dana.
And then the orgasm, long and strong, washed away the thought, leaving only the sensation, the blissful emptiness, and the greedy, hungry thing that used to be a slime but now was a part of her…
Maya lay twitching. Her consciousness drifted back in slow, sickening waves. The first thing she registered was the rhythmic pulsing deep within her, a beat that matched the slow crawl of the slime across the floor. Her body hummed with an afterglow so profound it felt like a fever. She tried to take a deep breath, but the slime was everywhere, a warm, wet cocoon that both caressed and constrained her. There was a strange feeling of fullness, a comforting weight in her belly that pulsed with a life of its own.
She could feel the slime inside her, not as an invader anymore, but as an extension of herself. A part of her she had never known existed, now awakened and demanding, its every movement a jolt of electric pleasure. It filled her to the brink, leaving no empty space inside, and Maya welcomed it.
***
They could not tell how long it lasted. They completely lost track of time, or the count of the orgasms they had.
The slime had retracted, leaving only shallow puddles on the floor – not for long, as they had understood and hoped. Their bellies have also deflated… mostly. Now Maya and Sandra looked exactly like Dana: naked, with strands of their hair matted together, dirty, covered in glistening slime— and happy.
“Oh God…” Sandra moaned. “I never… never felt so good, never in my life…” She stretched. “I will never be able to forget it.”
“I told you!” Dana giggled. “The slime is our friend. It loves us. It changes us…”
The girls felt cold, and crawled together, and hugged each other, entangling their limbs and bodies.
“So good…” Maya whispered.
She saw Dana’s breast before her face, and could not stop herself from kissing it deeply. The slime on Dana’s skin, on her nipple, had a salty, mineral taste, and she wanted more, needed more…
Sandra moaned, feeling the wave of desire rising inside her again. The slime within her, and in the girls around her, started to thrum, and a thin trickle flowed out from her vagina. She began rubbing herself against the girls. They responded eagerly.
They touched, rubbed, kissed, teased each one. Every move, every kiss sent thrills of pleasure through all three of them. They did not know how it was possible, but they all felt what the other felt, a deep empathic link formed by the slime that now was an essential part of their bodies.
The puddle around them deepened again, as their combined juices invited more and more of the shimmering mass from the darkness. This was— different. The slime did not assault them this time. It just added to their effort, helping them reach each other.
Maya threw her head back and cried when Dana’s fingers broke into her vagina. There was a slurp, and half of Dana’s forearm was inside her, easily, stretching her with no pain, only pleasure. “Ohhh! More, more, more!” God, how could she take that much, that easily? Then Sandra started kissing Dana’s neck passionately, and her forearm disappeared inside her from behind. It was incredible, a sweet, perverted union of their bodies into one entity of pleasure. And then Maya reciprocated, and she fisted both other girls, her arms almost elbow-deep into their slits, her hands swimming within the slimy warm cavity, feeling the walls moving and clenching and milking her arms… they were all one now.
They fisted, one hole after another, and they bit each other’s clits and nipples, and they sucked toes, and they kept coming together.
They collapsed into a heap of naked, slime-covered bodies. They were breathing heavily, lying in the shallow warm pool. Maya shuddered, and a small wave of pleasure rolled through the link again. They were so full, so wonderfully filled. She could taste Sandra’s arousal as if it was her own, feel Dana’s bliss as her own. Then they fell asleep.
***
When they woke up, they could not tell how much time had passed. The basement looked the same. Maya and Sandra twitched in terror, then they remembered. The slime. The pleasure…
“I should be hungry… and thirsty…” Maya mused.
“And I should be wanting to piss,” Sandra chuckled.
Dana stretched. “I told you… The slime feeds us. And it removes waste from our bodies. We only need the slime.”
“A perfect symbiont!” Maya exclaimed.
“Kinda. And I love it!”
And the slime was already flowing towards them, and the girls welcomed it. And there was only the whole next orgasmic eternity, broken into pauses when they pleased each other. And even after their orgasms, the desire didn’t fade. They lived in this constant warm arousal, feeling the slime moving under their skins, inside their bodies, slowly but surely re-shaping their biology, their very flesh, to better accommodate their master.
They could not tell how long it lasted. Weeks? Days? Hours?
***
One moment, when they lay on the now familiar and comfortable stone floor, resting from yet another series of endless orgasms, a heavy click echoed in the basement, and the door creaked. They sat up, curious, but not afraid. Why should they be afraid in their new home? What could those creeps do to them? Rape them? They would welcome it!
But nobody entered.
The girls exchanged glances.
“Are they… inviting us out?” Maya guessed.
“I’m not sure I want to go out!” Dana laughed. “Maybe I would stay here forever, with the slime! Maybe I’ll turn into the slime someday!”
“Don’t be silly.” Sandra stood up. “It is the opportunity. One opportunity has brought us here. Another brings us out. As for the slime…” She ran her hand over her slightly bulging stomach. “The slime is with us. Within us. Everywhere. Forever. They can’t take it away!”
Slowly, tentatively, they approached the slightly opened door. The puddles of the slime rippled and followed them. Once they reached outside, they’d probably leave the main bulk behind. What would they feel like without it? But they’d not be alone. And their insides would still be— filled. And the endless explosive orgasms will remain theirs forever.
Maya cautiously looked through the slit. There was a night street outside, lit by sparse streetlights, empty and quiet.
“I’ll go.” Sandra took the lead.
Maya and Dana followed, their bare feet, smeared with slime, leaving footprints on the unusually dry and warm pavement.
Three naked girls, glistening with slime, stood in the center of the night summer city. They heard waves of music and voices far away; they smelled long-forgotten odors of asphalt, food, and flowers. Everything seemed both familiar and strange to their sharpened senses. The night air was fresh and caressed their skin. Sandra took a deep breath, feeling her lungs expand, feeling the slime within her responding to the new stimulus with a tiny pulsation. A wave of arousal passed through her, and she shivered, a small smile playing on her lips. She looked down. Her skin was drying fast, but she knew that the slime was just retracting to her safe insides, ready to act as needed.
“So,” Sandra whispered, and her voice was clear and firm. “Which way? We are free now. To go wherever we want. To find and have our revenge. Or to just wander.”
The link between them, forged by the slime, thrummed with a collective sensation: excitement, tinged with something feral. The idea of revenge felt… alien.
“Revenge for what? For the best gift we could get?” Maya laughed.
“Yeah!” Dana nodded. “We can become… I dunno, the free sex spirits of the city! Catching unprepared walkers and showing them what the real pleasure is!” She giggled. “Where do you live?”
“Different city,” Maya said. “But… I don’t know if I want to return…”
The nagging throb in her belly answered her, and she suddenly knew. She raised her eyes. Other girls returned her look, and she felt the wave of their consent. They knew their purpose.
“Right. We’ll return home…” Sandra chuckled. “Well, first we’ll find some clothes and report our things as stolen… Then we’ll go home. To start the new slime nest in some basement.” She nodded.
“And to drag new girls to become our sisters,” Maya whispered.
It wasn’t just an idea; it was a shared, instinctive drive. The three of them were now the young winged ant-queens, the priestesses, and the vessels of the new slime cult. Their purpose was clear.
“And I live here,” Dana said. “So, before you leave… Help me catch several new girls first!”
They laughed and walked down the street, unbothered by their nudity. They did not need clothes anymore, maybe just as a temporary disguise, sometimes. They were new creatures now. City fairies, or succubi, or— who cares?
“I’m hungry,” Dana said. “But not for food.”
They looked at each other. Two dark silhouettes approached along the sidewalk, lost in thought, earphones plugged into their ears. They were young, pretty, with expensive haircuts. The perfect victims. And probably tourists. Good. They will spread the slime to their city.
Sandra smiled at her new sisters. “So many lost lambs, and it’s feeding time.”
Catching the girls turned out to be foolishly easy. One second, the girls stared wide-eyed at the three naked females approaching them. Next, they struggled in their embrace, but not for long, as the slimed fingers touched their nostrils and lips, a strange sweet tang filling their senses. They weakened almost instantly, in a half-dreamy trance.
“This can’t be real,” one of them stammered, her words slurry.
“Now I remember…” Dana muttered. “They’ve got me the same way.”
Maya nodded. “Us, too. Now I remember. There must be other sisters around. Maybe we should look for them…”
“The slime will lead us,” Sandra chuckled. “Now, let’s bring them down…”
They pushed the girls into the basement and closed the door, weathered and unremarkable from the outside. Nobody would bother to look here.
And they walked away, not stopping to listen for the muffled screams of protest. The slime will care for their new sisters.
“Let’s catch a couple more to keep them company,” Dana proposed.
And they walked away.
It did not take long.
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