It starts with a groan...

Hilda wakes 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.

She groggily sits up, wondering how she got here before her brain remembers last night's debauchery (Hilda's never been a morning person, so this takes a few minutes). When she does remember, she quickly and clumsily springs to her feet, scanning the area for the slime.

She must have gone out...

Hilda thoughtlessly rubs her arms, remembering just how intense things got last night. The thought sends pleasurable shivers down her body.

It felt great, but I can't risk staying here and becoming the slime's pet. Mmm although...

"No, I need to get out of here..." Hilda says as she absentmindedly tweaks her hard nipples and groans.

That's when she looks around the cave and realizes she has nothing to gather up.

The slime ate EVERYTHING!

Hilda lets out a quiet expletive (just incase the slime is still around) and steps outside, using her arms to try to cover her breasts and crotch.

Hilda feels a tingling sensation when her hands brush her nipples and pussy, causing her to moan in pleasure. Her face turns red as she covers her mouth, embarrassed at the sound she just made and at how good even that slightest touch felt.

Is this because of that stuff the goo girl made me swallow? Oh God, what if it's permanent?!

As she begins to panic at the thought, Hilda becomes aware of a particularly strong odor coming from her hand. She pulls it away from her face and examines it.

It's clear, sticky and on the hand she had been using to cover her pussy. She knows what it is, but to tries to convince herself otherwise, by touching herself again.

That caress is followed by another moan and confirmation that yes, her pussy is completely soaked.

Anybody who sees me or... or even smells me, is going to think I'm some wanton slut in heat!

Hilda starts to feel a little of her juices dribble down her leg. Her face flushes again, and she starts to feel the tinglings of arousal in her belly.

Would that be a bad thing?

She plays with herself a little more before quickly banishing the thought.

Then another one springs into her head.

Why do I feel so smooth down there?