Blobby & Belinda: 'Building' a Body

A/N: [SL]=Sign Language

Okay, he's asleep. Blobby carefully slides down and out of the cell, before rushing back to the cafeteria. While Bel, Demona, and Dusk had been discussing something, she had asked Linda for a favor.

"I don't have a problem with it, but what do you mean you have plans?" Demona's voice echoes through the room as Blobby slides under the door.

Blobby rolls forth, hopping up onto the bench, then the table, in time to see Linda's hands relax. Bel stares curiously at the slime as Linda picks her up and reattaches her. She hums, before pausing in surprise. "I see. Don't do anything stupid with my body." With a *pop*, Belinda decapitates herself once more, holding her head toward Demona. "Please take care of me, for the time being."

The gargoyle chuckles. "I guess I will. Have fun with Linda." She lifts up the head like one would grip a large ball. "We'll be in the yard."

Linda inserts her hands into the slime. "[SL] Ready?"

Blobby shakes, excitement and nervousness jumbled up inside her. "[SL] Yes. Please stay calm... It's been a while since I've done this." Relaxing the control of magic in her body, she expands, first two, then three, all the way up to eight times her size!

The headless woman nearly falls back from her seat out of surprise. The slime takes up the whole table, spilling over the sides, but still maintaining her singular form. After a moment to recover, Linda reaches back into the blob. "[SL] You're...big."

The slime bends Linda's hands and fingers as she shakes happily. "[SL] Dusk has given me lots of magic. Ready?"

The undead hesitates, but having already resolved to help, it's only for a few moments. She gives the sign for 'yes', before retracting her hands and standing a bit away from the table. Blobby follows, causing the table to *screech* a few inches as she rolls off. She slowly rolls forward, pausing for a moment when she comes into contact with her new friend, giving her a last chance to back out. Suddenly, Linda falls forward, almost diving into the nearly waist-tall slime like a bed. However, instead of the solid surface of a bed, she sinks into the slime as it wraps around her, coming inches from the floor.

I stir, feeling an unusual lack of presence on my bed. I sit up, and after a moment, realize: Where's Blobby? Looking around, she doesn't seem to be in the room.

. . .

I walk through the halls as I rub my eyes, noting how lax the security seems for the monsters. We're really able to just walk around when and where we want, huh? I eventually stumble into the cafeteria, where I'd last seen Demona and Belinda, to ask if they had seen my slime friend. "Hello? Bel, Mona?" I walk through the seemingly empty space, noticing the candle on the Monsquad's table having been snuffed out. As I approach the table, Linda seems to spring up from the other side, waving to me as she stands.

"Oh, hey...strange that you're alone..." I mumble. "Have you seen my slime friend? She kinda disappeared."

Linda raises her right hand in a fist before pausing. Then she extends her index and middle fingers separately before tapping them against her thumb.

I think back on my very limited knowledge of sign language. "Uh...that's 'no', right?"

She takes her fist and slowly shakes it up and down, as if she was nodding her head.

"And that's 'yes', right?"

The headless woman performs the nodding motion again.

"Good. Sorry, I'm not great with sign language." I rub the back of my head. "So, you haven't seen her, then? Geez. Do you know where Bel and Demona are? Maybe they know where she is."

Linda pauses again before she begins walking around the table. She takes your hand - it's...wet? - and pulls you along. She leads you through the corridors, eventually stopping at a cell.

Isn't this...Bel's cell? I enter the confining room with her, only for the undead to quietly close the door behind me. "Uh, Linda? What's up?" I whisper as she closes the distance, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. If she still had her head, it'd probably rest just under my own. "If you wanted a hug, all you had to to was...ask?" As I lower my arms to hug her back...her back is wet, too? And a bit squishy? "Hey, are you okay? Why are you all wet?"

Her hand slowly lowers down my back, making its way to my front. It reaches down into my pants and wraps a finger around my member. I push myself back, forcing the undead to release me. "Okay, what's going on, Linda?"

The headless woman pauses, tapping her index fingers together, before signing something.

"You know I can't understand you, right?" I cross my arms, still trying to whisper. She turns away, continuing to sign despite my claim. As annoyed as I am, I look at her through God's Eye, only to see... A slimeskin? What the hell is... "Hold on." I step closer, grabbing Linda's shoulder, turning her back around to me. No name for the slime...Blobby? "Linda, be honest with me. My slime friend. She's here, isn't she?"

She flinches, and after a moment, nods her fist. Sitting on the bunk, she shakes a bit, and in the near-darkness, the slime you've come to somewhat know, seems to leak out of Linda, depositing herself next to the undead on the bed.

. . .

Belinda reattaches herself together after Linda had led you to the yard where Bel and Demona had been spending the night. In the moonlight, you can faintly see Bel's face turn a darker hue. "Apologies, Captain. I acted inappropriately with you."

I sigh. "No need to apologize. I just want to know what this one was planning." I nudge Blobby with my foot, who's been seemingly sulking since her reveal.

"At first, she wanted to explore an idea she had. She figured it out quicker than expected, and when she asked to experiment further, I accepted."

"And she became a slimeskin..." I look down at Blobby, confirming her new 'race' with God's Eye.

Bel cocks her head. "That's not the first term to come to mind, but yes, it would apply here. When you entered the room...she convinced me to act like nothing was wrong, even as she influenced several of my actions." She looks away.

The gargoyle nearby drops the stone blocks she was deadlifting. "Hold on. What exactly can the slime do, now?"

"With a bit of time, she can mold herself to someone's body and become a sort of second skin, to use Dusk's phrasing. While like that, she can seemingly move the body as if it were her own."

"And you still didn't bone her?" Mona looks to you and shakes her head. "If it weren't for your time with me, I'd say you were a prude."

I glare back. "Har har. I just prefer to know my partner's consenting."

"Sir," Bel interjects, still looking away, "she may have guided me, but I wasn't exactly objecting..."

Demona chuckles. "Ahah...yeah, Bel's been pretty horny since her conversion."

"Regardless of that," Bel glares at the gargoyle, "your friend has told me about how often you need to have sex. If you're concerned about my willingness to assist you in that regard, don't be. I'm not experienced with men, but I have some practice from Mona."

I wouldn't say 'need', but it's good to know she's willing. Glancing down at Blobby, I nudge her again. "Next time you do that, let me know, okay?" I look back to Bel. "If you're okay with it, mind helping her out some more?" The undead nods. "Great. If you want to continue tonight, I'm not gonna stop you, but I'm exhausted. G'night." I turn and walk back to my cell to sleep.