Hide yourself in her Female inventory [Unbirth]

Your first thought is to leave. Thinking about it you don't want to take risks, and until you can test your strength on something weak you don't want to take unnecessary risks.

But...

If you never take a risk at all, then you might as well throw yourself to the bottom of the lake and wait for the universe to implode. You are in uncharted waters, and you can figure that if you were reborn into this world, perhaps you will be reborn again, if you manage to perish. Heck! In the next life after this one you might get something better than a slime.

Still... *Buyo! You leap landing next to the sleeping girl getting a good visual of her with your tremorsense*

She is a slight thing. Human for all you can tell. At least there are no tell tale signs of what you would expect of fantasy races. Estimating yourself to be about the size of a basketball, you figure she might be just over five feet based on the length of her curled up form. The outfit she is wearing depicts lucky for you the signs a new adventurer; loose clothes with leather padding strapped to the exterior. Her shape beneath her clothes is lithe, not much meat on her bones to speak of, likely a victim of some level of poverty taking up adventuring to make ends meet.

You almost feel bad.

almost...

You throw your form at the sleeping target. just like you have seen in video games.

and

No luck. You feel yourself slam into the girl, and rebound off, only to perceive her response to be a groan while turning herself over, as if you were her mother waking her up for school.

That isn't going to work. If you can't even cause her to wake up in a panic with your attack then you have no hope of dealing damage to her if she does wake up, let alone taking her down.

You should leave.

You know you should leave.

But why are you inching, closer to her.

"You can still use her," a voice echoes in your head. Your voice, but raspy and cruel. Sure as an adventurer she could potentially lead you to other monsters of your caliber, but the moment she discovers you, you would just become another bubble of experience for her to farm. Not to mention, she doesn't even have a bag nearby, and least not that you can perceive. "But what if she can't find you," your darker voice returns, focusing your thoughts on the image of the sleeping adventurer, but more specifically on the loose waistband of her trousers, and the hidden passageway that lies beneath.

Ok, you know yourself, hopefully more than most people, though you can't say better than anyone as you can't be sure which omnipotent deities put you in this place and time. And, you know that you had found yourself drawn in your past life to a wide array of kinky fap material, some possible and normal, some impossible, and only viewable through drawn and animated mediums. One of those kinks, the one that your deeper self is inching you ever toward, is one of unbirth, of a female taking in the entirety of another person, penetrating them up through their vagina, and ultimately swallowing them up into their womb.

You feel your mind dulling. If you could, you figure you would be salivating at the images, the memories of the hentai you had read before. You inch ever forward, finding yourself crawling upon the sleeping girl. she shudders as the substance that you consist of touches her skin, apparently cold to the touch, but still doesn't rouse. Undeterred yourself you slide further into your depraved choice of action. Finding the hem of her waistband you press yourself beneath it and discover another layer of fabric, her last line of defense. A laugh echoes in the back of your mind at the idea that these are a defense at all as the panties you have discovered are easily drawn out of the way of your creeping mission.

Finally, you find it. The waiting folds of femininity, with a heat exuding from within.

You press your self down and in upon them, easily discovering an ability to reshape like a liquid to your container and you press in and fill your unwitting host's sex. You can only penetrate so far though as you quickly run into a barrier, and feel a shudder all around you. A shudder that reveals and ability to see the whole of the adventurer's form as she turns again, this time biting her lip and letting out a moan.

Before you, blocking your way into the chamber of life, is a trembling winking gate. One that shuttered along with the girl you find yourself within. That, however was not going to be a barrier, for you, for long. If you could, you would have a grin like the chesire cat, as what you had to do entered your mind and took shape in action in harmony.

With the same movements that drew you into the depths of the woman you find yourself within, you draw yourself out again, slowly, and with intention. Nearly free, you ready yourself, and all at once thrust yourself back in. You press as much of your being into the hot snatch, sending a jolt of what must be **** pleasure through your host as she audible gasps in a moan, and juts awake. Unlucky for her, her natural reaction to the pleasure is all you needed, and for her that means she is too late to know what is happening, as what once was a barrier to you opens ever so slightly as she is jolting awake with pleasure. Ever so slightly is all that you needed though, while acting as a liquid you **** an ever so small thread of your being through the opening before it has a chance to close. After that it is just a matter of pressing more and more in, to **** open the cervix that would block you from your waiting haven, and in the process bear witness to the adventure that you are within toppling over as she experiences a mixture of pain and pleasure she can not reconcile in her mind the source of.

Eventually, after what was likely a disappointingly short event for you, but what probably felt like an excruciatingly long time for your new mother, you were in; pressing into and bloating out the walls of the chamber of life you had set your intentions on. You could feel her. The woman you have taken as your vessel, each of her heart beats radiating her form for you to visualize. She lays still at the moment after your victory in claiming her, likely in a mixture of disbelief, shock, pain, and an afterglow.

You stretch her. Not by intention, but as you observed before, if you assumed you were about the volume of a basket ball. the visage of the woman you are in, has taken on the appearance of having swallowed such a volume. You've done it. The slime ball that you are, you have lived out one of the fantasies you could never have lived out in your passed life, so if you were to die now, you might actually die happy... Though you wonder what other fantasies you might be able to live out in this world... as long as your new vessel cooperates.