Christine Makes a Slimy Friend

Christine slowly approached the little blob perched on the counter.

"Hey there little guy! Little, um..." What had Julie called it? "Little Flubber! Yeah, that's your name."

The blob chirped happily, and Christine regarded it for a moment. Julie had just been holding this stuff in her hand, so it should be safe to just pick up, right?

"Easy there little guy..." She cooed, slowly extending a hand to grasp the goo.

When her fingers almost touched it, it hopped backwards, just out of reach. She quickly snatched her hand back. It hadn't hopped away, though. It had split, Christine quickly realized.

"Oh! Okay so I guess you can do that really easily."

The two slimes gurgled, then the back one hopped again. And then again, and again, splitting into consecutively smaller pieces as the original larger piece just sat there burbling at her.

"Okay, well...maybe we should slow down a little bit," Christine took a nervous step back as the little slimes continued to rapidly split.

There were now probably hundreds of the little slimes behind the larger mass, each about half the size of an ant. She could barely tell when they took off into the air in a swarm. They flew up towards the ceiling before dipping down towards Christine like a small buzzing cloud. She held up her hands defensively as the swarm of tiny slimes began to flow and swirl around her. The swarm dipped down past where the bottom of her pink skirt touched her calves, flowing around her white sneakers before shooting back up her legs and under her skirt.

"Ooh!" She gasped at the feeling of hundreds of tiny globules of flying slime suddenly sailing up her smooth legs.

Her dress then flared up on all sides, fluttering beneath the **** of the flying goo. A thousand tiny tingles tickled down between her legs as the miniscule slimes danced between her thighs and across the fabric of her white lace panties. Christine instinctively pressed down against the front of her dress, trying to get it to settle. After a few more moments of the slimes' antics, she found there was suddenly some sort of bouncing resistance from the dress itself. It seemed to bubble up around her like a fabric balloon for a few more seconds, then the swarm suddenly flew out behind her as her dress fell back down her legs. She turned and watched as the now-smaller swarm flew off elsewhere into the house.

"Well, that was--um...interesting." She turned back to the globule of goo still perched on the counter. "I guess you really are alive, huh?" She said. "You certainly seem curious. Does Julie know you left some of...yourself...down here with me?"

Julie was so preoccupied entertaining Flubber's multitasking abilities that she didn't worry about the possibility of any rogue offshoots left with her roommate. She figured that her willingness to let it mess with her was enough to keep Flubber occupied and stop it from looking for more fun.

She was wrong, but that didn't stop her from justifying her willingness to play along with Flubber's advances. It got to work right after it had carried her upstairs. In the twilight of the evening, Julie's room was haphazardly illuminated by her bedside lamp, its light mostly blocked by Julie's discarded skirt, which now lay tossed atop it.

"Mmmph!" Her cries were muffled by her pillow as her face was pressed down into it.

She was atop her bed, face-down in her pillows. Her ass perked up in the air, and her knees lifted off of the bed with the powerful motions of the two slippery green rods that were now pistoning in and out of her ass and pussy. Julie raised her head and took in a few shuddering gasps as she placed a hand on the back wall for support. The fabric of her panties bulged in and out between her legs as the goo continued to work her over.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, you're gonna make me come again!" She whispered in a husky quiver.

She let out a low moan when the droplets of slime wrapped around her nipples began to pinch and twist as the cups of her bra kneaded her breasts. All at once she was flipped over by her possessed underwear and pushed up against the wall. Her ass bounced up her headboard and against the wall as she hovered a few feet above her bed. The slime continued to thrust in and out, holding her legs apart by the droplets in her socks. Julie had already come once since entering this room, and the slime was about to make her do it again.

"Ooooh! Oooh fuuuck....Fuck!" She moaned, not caring if anyone heard as her orgasm washed over her. Her hair fell about her face in a mess as her back was pressed up against the wall, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Slowly, the slime relented, and she was gently lowered back down the wall to rest atop her pillows. The slime slipped out of her holes and began to retreat from her panties. The other bits of slime soon joined in, and Julie soon found herself lying on her bed in her sweater and underwear as she tried to recover from an epic fucking.

After the incident with Christine's dress, Flubber had shown itself off a couple more ways. It made a fork and knife dance on the kitchen counter before her eyes, and it got into a pair of her running shoes, making them stride around on their own. She watched them, bemused, until she remembered how Julie went upstairs. She got a little tingle in her belly thinking about the words before she said them.

"Gravity isn't really much of an issue for you, is it?" The sneakers that had been walking about on their own kept walking forward, but now they seemed to go up onto invisible steps as well. Christine grinned as she watched them. This stuff could comprehend her speech, and it was clearly pretty sharp about using its abilities...creatively. The shoes eventually cycled like they were peddling, floating through the air without so much as a bounce back to the ground. It was enough for Christine. "I'd love to know how it feels to leave the ground like that," she said coyly.

As soon as she said it, the green dots coalesced from both sneakers. Christine's running shoes dropped to the floor as about half of each of the masses split off and leapt onto the toes of her own pink sneakers, flowing in between the laces and between the sides and the tongues.

"Oh, god!" Christine shouted. It felt like her feet had flung themselves from under her, but just as she fell back, the rest of the slime had either traced along the skirt of her dress or leapt right down her chest, impregnating both the fabric of her dress and her lingerie beneath it. As she reacted to catch herself from falling, the skirt of her dress ballooned out as the waist and chest cinched around her. Along with her sneakers, the dress was pulling her upward against gravity. She was flying! "Oh...god..."

It wasn't just her dress and her shoes, it seemed. The stuff was in her panties too--and they were moving! As Christine looked down, the billowing skirt of her dress pulled its hem up, almost as if it was allowing her to see. She gasped a little as she watched what it was she was feeling...her own white lace panties, wiggling against her clit...pinching around it, pulling tight around her and clutching between her cheeks.

"Y-yeeeeeah..." Christine sighed, going higher into the air. "That's--that's..." She blushed a little, looking down at the floor and trying to keep herself quiet. The front of her polo shirt pulled up against her. The fabric was pushing up her breasts, almost lifting them, and Christine bit her lip as the shirt pinched her nipples right through her unpadded bra. Her eyes rolled back as she was sent bobbing around the kitchen, thrusting against her own panties. She didn't want any of this to stop, but she was also **** not to be obvious about using Julie's experiment to get off.

That lasted until about the time Christine had heard Julie finish (at least the second time). There was a banging coming from upstairs, and the first thing Christine noticed about it was that it was happening in the same bouncing rhythm of her own levitation. For a moment, Christine thought she heard muffled moaning coming from upstairs.

"Is she..." Christine's voice trailed off as she stared up at the ceiling. "Ooh!" the woman gasped as her slime infused clothes lifted her higher into the air towards the top of the room.

Julie's roommate reached up and caught herself against the tall ceiling of the kitchen as her panties continued to tease her below. "Oh my god..." She muttered at the feeling. Now closer to the sounds coming from above, Christine heard what was undeniably the sound of Julie orgasming echo down through the floor of her bedroom.

Christine placed a hand over her mouth as she giggled incredulously. She looked down at her possessed clothes with excited eyes. "Did you just...make Julie come?" The floating woman shuddered as a small tendril sprouted from the crotch of her underwear and gently slithered up her snatch to swirl around her clit.

"I guess...mmmmm, I'll take that as a yes."

Upstairs, Julie groggily pulled herself up in her bed. She looked around the room at the bouncing blobs of energetic goo and sighed.

"You're going to be sooooo much trouble."

The slimes all gurgled happily, and Julie laughed. This stuff was incredible. It felt incredible. If she and Brie could figure out how it had been made, how it worked, and maybe even how to make more, this could be the discovery of a lifetime. One of the blobs bounced over to her, and she held out her hand. The dollop of green goo plopped down into her palm and snuggled against it contentedly. Julie smiled and fingered it against her palm.

"Maybe you won't get too out of hand." Julie mumbled to the Flubber.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of frantic banging on her bedroom window. Her bedroom window that was two stories off the ground. Julie gasped, first in fear, then shock as she saw and fully comprehended the source of the sound.

"Brie!?"