Goo

You are a simple goo monster called Neur.

Your life has been simple; stay in this room, and eat the humans that come in. This routine has been unbroken for as long as your rather limited mind can remember, so when a new sensation comes over you, you feel surprised more than anything else.

It's a weird cold feeling over the whole surface of your dark blue, gelatinous form. It sculpts your body, gives it a defined shape. Your mass rises up and takes shape, a head and trunk forming and gaining solidity.

You roil internally in confusion as you lose fluidity and become more defined, along with more perceptive. As you gain cohesion, you also acquire new sensitivity. You caress your undulating torso with your arms even as they form, bubbling moans rising from your half-formed lips.

The extra liquid sloughs off your upper half, and rubbing yourself is so electric that you shot up to your full height, your lower half now taking shape.

You caress your self, arms, torso, face, and especially breast, rejoicing in the powerful, lovely sensation. You totter suddenly, your legs finished forming but untested in walking or standing.

You sink to the ground, and being gaining a feel for your supple legs, your squishy ass, and then your pliable lower lips.

The feeling is nothing short of incredible as you rub deliriously at you newly formed pussy. You cry out with a clear feminine voice as you top over the edge and cum hard.

Lying down to catch you breath, you sit up and look over yourself.

You have a complete female form that is made completely out of firm, dark blue slime. The skin, fine details, even hair, all have the appropriate textures and solidity, though your whole body has a wet film over it that can't be wiped off.

You gaze down at yourself, not knowing what to do now. Catching onto a thread of instinct, you will your form loose, and half-melt into a formless mass from the waist down. You are happy; if you can turn back to a blob, you can still do your job of catching people!

But now you don't want to eat them anymore. You realize that you would rather... drink them? No, it's more like drink just a part of the boy ones. You don't know, and thinking makes you feel tingly.

You might have stayed like that for a long time, working yourself to a tizzy, if the door didn't open at that very moment.