A babe shaped blob, then asian schoolgirl

You start wondering if this is why Kimiko said "her", then glad you didn't get a mogwai. She stabilizes into the shape of an E-cup titted, bubble butt babe, but still pink and translucent. She sits up and looks at you like a puppy. You watch as her mouth and throat gain more detailed anatomy apparently to allow speech.

"Are you my master?"

She reaches out and extends her arm towards you, her 'hand' snaking its way down your pants, submerging your junk in it, stimulating it, before recoiling it back to a normal form.

"It is you! Oh master, I'm so glad you're back! Tell me, does this form please you?"

She mimics poses on your various posters trying to seduce you. You snicker a little.

"That's so cute. Not asian schoolgirl cute, but still."

She morphes her body dramatically, becoming the spitting image of a japanese girl in a slutty school uniform, no underwear as you can tell.

"Do you want to give me your semen again now, master?"

That's right. She came out of that sleeve. She was the pocket pussy you came inside twice. You get hard just thinking about the implications. You amuse yourself by slowly exposing your shaft like a girl giving a peek at her cleavage, watching her react with hungry eyes. After you let it out, you finally get curious.

"So tell me more about yourself. What are you? Who are you? Why do you want semen so much?"

"Slime, changeling, shapeshifter, I don't particularly care for the labels. As for a name, I guess you can come up with one to call me when you give me orders or to call out in ecstasy. As for my motives; I need semen to survive. That first load gave life to my dormant body and bound me to you. The second kept me going this long but I always need more."

"That semen for survival talk reminds me of Kimiko. She knew what you were when she gave it to me, right?"

"You're referring to mother? She filled my container with a piece of herself, setting the initial shape to something that encourages orgasm, and you know the rest."

That's an interesting revelation there. You get harder thinking of the next question.

"So, if she mothered you, and I provided the sperm to give you life as an individual, does that make me your father?"

"Well, your sperm provided nourishment, not genetic material. We're not related like that. But judging by that twitch, I might be inclined to call you daddy if that gets you off."