It starts with a groan...

You wake up the next morning lying on the ground of the cave. A beam of sunlight is shining through the entrance, keeping the ground from being too cold.

You groggily sit up, wondering how you got here before your brain reminds you of last night's events (you never were a morning person, so this takes you a few minutes). When you do remember, you quickly and clumsily spring to your feet, scanning the area for the slime.

"She must have gone out," you think to yourself, as you thoughtlessly rub your arms and remember just how intense things got last night, and shudder in pleasure.

It felt great, but you can't risk staying here and becoming the slime's pet, so you resolve to gather up your things and go.

That's when you look around the cave and realize you don't have any thing to gather up. The slime ate EVERYTHING. You let out a quiet expletive (just incase the slime is still around) and step outside, using your arms to try to cover your breasts and crotch.

You feel a tingling sensation when your hands brush your nipples and pussy and moan in pleasure. Your face turns red as you cover your mouth, embarrassed at the sound you just made and at how good even the slightest touch has made you feel.

"Is this because of that stuff the goo girl made me swallow?" You think to yourself. "Oh God, what if it's permanent?!"

As you begin to panic at the thought, you become aware of a particularly strong odor coming from your hand. You pull it away from your face and examine it.

It's clear, sticky and on the hand you had been using to cover your vagina. You know what it is, but to try to convince your self otherwise, so you decide to touch yourself again.

You let out another moan and confirm that yes, your pussy is completely soaked.

"Anybody who sees me (or even smells me) is going to think I'm some wanton slut in heat!" You think to yourself as you start to feel a little of your juices dribble down your leg.

Your face flushes again, and you start to feel the tinglings of arousal in your belly.

"Would that be a bad thing?" You think as you play with yourself a little more before quickly banishing the thought.

Then another one springs into your head. Why do you feel so smooth down there?