The Mama Ooze

Esther ventured into the mines, the oozes, as always, infested the mine like mites on a leaf, but Cyrus's magic hid himself well, even when the oozes bumped into him, they just moved around Esther's feet as if they just hit a tree.

Eventually he arrived at the precipice of an old rest station, every breath Cyrus breathed felt like drowning from the unnatural humidity of the area. The Mama Ooze pulsated in the center of the room, a bright orange glow illuminated by the light spell he just cast with an inner core as red as fresh blood.

Esther's eyes met Mama Ooze’s gaze, She perceived him, followed by her anger filling the room as her slimy form lunged forward as if it was second nature.

"Shit!" Esther’s lips breathed, narrowly avoiding the viscous tendril that reached for her. The mama ooze's red core pulsated with a brighter glow, her facial expression, though hard to tell mid-dodge, radiated anger.

The mama ooze looked around at her drones, then like fish swimming towards food, they surrounded the mama ooze. Slowly climbing their way towards her, eventually one made contact with her, then another, the thin barrier of membrane that kept the oozes in shape broke between the entities and the fluids and the cores started being absorbed into the mama ooze. Her mass started to shift, her arms elongated and less transparent, her legs merged into one with the broader end rooting itself onto the ground. She was now a sentry,

Cyrus felt his blood radiating heat in his cheeks, a feeling he hadn’t experienced in a while, it was a different excitement from teasing and manipulating Jasper, it was a different adrenaline boost from absorbing Jasper’s cum - it was the thrill of a battle.

His heart steadied; his essence was honed. He envisioned magical equations that used to be second nature, muscle memories of his past waking up like a bear waking from its hibernation as he got into the familiar stance he hadn’t been able to in centuries.

Mama Ooze sent out her sharp tendrils once again, this time they had more mass. Cyrus conjured two sky blue magic circles with one exhale, one stacked in front of the other.

The sounds of hail hitting windows followed as tendrils smashed into the outer shield, slowly cracking it and eventually fracturing it in a way that glass breaks, mana shards dissipating into dust. The inner shield showed faint cracks as the last of the tendrils hit.

The cold dungeon air filled Esther as green specks of mana started gathering and forming into the shape of a long bow in her hands. With her left hand hoisting the grip and her right hand pulling the string of the empty bow, she released her fingers and out shot a beam of wind. An empty circle formed on the side of the mama ooze, inches away from her core. Seeing her missing hip, she started

Frantically looking around, only to stop when her eyes landed on a mine cart full of rusty pickaxes and helmets. Like a frog, she pounced onto the abandoned mine cart, taking in the blunt weapons, which then were hurtled towards Esther as if they had been shot from a cannon.

With another pluck of Esther’s bow string, a massive gust of wind flowed in the cave, ever so slightly breaking the trajectory of the projectiles, causing them to crash into the wall behind her one after another.

As her body ran out of ammo, another wave of tendrils came, and another wave of tendrils was blocked off by Cyrus’s magic.

Then the storm stopped, and after a bit of waiting, the mama ooze’s body started shrinking, her previously detailed and person-like features were no longer there. She was still bigger than Esther, but she now resembled more of a boulder than a person.

“Whatcha doing now?” Cyrus watched curiously as the ooze ceased to move, “is that your final resort?”

Cyrus moved Esther’s feet forward as the gust stopped inside the cave, the bow in her fingers absorbed back into her hands in the form of glowing particles. The surface of the mama ooze felt tough yet smooth, Esther’s fingers rubbed up and down the ooze’s hardened exterior. She now looked like every other ooze, though her body was the size of a shack.

“So you’re not gonna do anything even when I’m this close?”

No response.

“Guess this makes my job a lot easier.” Esther’s palms glowed the same color that would result from heating metal in a furnace. Then slowly, her hands sunk into the transparent flesh, leaving a trail of smoke and the smell of burning hair in the air. “Gah you smell bad.”

The ooze decided to not move, maybe because it realized there wasn’t much more she could do, or maybe Cyrus’s magic scared her that much, regardless of the reason, Esther’s palm was now approaching the mama ooze’s core.

The glowing red light dimmed down as she got closer, using the residual heat to delicately melt away the ooze’s flesh, her hands reached body temp again when her knuckles were able to rest on the orb. Esther pulled her shoulder out, pulling back from the deeply rooted slime core, frisking her hands as if she touched cow shit.

“Now then, hughgh…” A noticeable bulge formed from the base of her throat, it tunneled up her neck and a thick purple slug shot up like a snake peeking out a basket. Aiming for the arm sized hole, it squeezed its body in. There was no hesitation when it reached the bright gloating core, as the slug crawled in and curled up like a hibernating snake, causing the core to bulge out like an orc wearing an elf's condom.

The rest of the mama ooze softened and shook, eventually completely breaking her hard exterior and returning to the soft texture she had before, shaking furiously, as if she was having a seizure, the arm shaped hole shrinking until it was gone in the meantime. The soft tissue of the ooze was acidic, bubbles formed as it burned away the mucus covering the slug. The last of it had left Esther as purple saliva dripped down the side of her lips.

Her pointer finger and thumb mopped up both sides as she licked them clean while imagining Jasper’s cum, the back of her hand rubbing her mouth to make sure there were no more signs of her “malpractice”. The ooze core bulged and grew uncomfortably as the slime itself shrunk, then when it stabilized, the slime returned to her original form of the slime textured woman.

“How does it feel?” Esther’s voice echoed in the mine as dust settled down.

The translucent woman scanned her body as her eyes moved down, her limbs extending out as she inspected them. Her hands moved to their natural resting place as they landed on her breasts, giving her new pillow a good couple of squeezes.

Her head spun around unnaturally until she had a good view of her back side. With a pout, she stared hard at the spot where her ass is, then with a twinkle in her eyes the slime furrowed her brows while staring at her ass, following which it started to grow like a boner. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched the lower part of her form gradually swell and grow larger. An odd delight sparked in her eyes, reflecting a sense of accomplishment. But with the achievement came a realization - she had not accounted for the balance.

With a soundless gasp, her form began to teeter, the sheer weight of her now oversized rear pulling her backwards. There was a moment of suspended time, her surprised eyes wide, the flickering flame of the candle reflecting in her now still form. And then, gravity did its job.

With a resounding splat, she tumbled back, landing on her enlarged posterior. Her fall created a wave of slime, washing over the uneven surface of the mine, giving the space a surreal glow. The girl fumbled back up with her newly grown ass still on the floor, which she looked at with a comedic sad looking face. She then opened her mouth and moved her lips but nothing came out.

“If you get fucked in the middle of the woods but no body hears you moan, did you really get fucked?” Esther walked closer to the girl with a grin on her face, picking up the gelatinous mass on the ground, its touch no longer having the acidic sting it previously did. It felt soft and pliable like a mother’s bosom, which gave Esther an idea.

"Let's try something else," she chuckled as she kneaded the slimy mass onto the being’s chest it with a firm grip. Slowly it morphed and merged with her average breasts to become the size of giant melons, causing her to flop forward as soon as Esther’s hands left her chest. Esther allowed a chuckle to escape her lips as she watched the girl's futile attempts to regain balance.

The mine echoed with Esther's laughter. The girl's reaction was a precious spectacle to behold; her anger, her confusion, her struggle was like a vaudeville show. "If only you could speak, I bet you'd be cursing me with the cutest voice," Esther giggled. The girl just stared back, her transparent face twisted into an expression of humiliation and anger. But her fury was amusing; it brought a wicked smile to Esther's face.

Finally, she managed to steady herself, her new form now evenly distributed. She was now a cute slime girl with a bit of chub in all the right places, men would probably pay good money just to play with her, though they both know that she’s Jasper’s new exclusive toy.