Playing Around with Anna

Anna pushed the last cart around, looking for any signs of the slime. Had it found another target? When she occupied herself with replacing a couple of books on a low shelf, she squatted in front of the 8x4 bookcase, reading call numbers and making a space between a couple of the books in just the right place.

Beneath her, the slime had made its stealthy return, rolling silently along a slippery edge in a wheel-like shape. It held out to thin appendages that trailed into an infinitesimal size, just enough for its liquid to soak back into her panties. Just as Anna divided the space for her replaced book, the slime made the edges of her panties do the same, insinuating themselves against her labia and pushing them open.

Anna gasped, looking down just in time to see the body of the slime absorbing into her panties...but not her panties alone. This time, the remaining unabsorbed slime faded into her skirt, while a couple smaller masses dripped into her shoes.

“Well...welcome back,” Anna muttered under her breath, trying her best to stifle her gasps from the attention at her feet and her pussy. “Oh, you’ve got to calm down a little...” she whined. “I’ve still got all this to do, and I can’t have a last-minute student bouncing around frantically searching for—Oooooh...” About a quarter of the blob remained, and Anna was swept backward as the book she intended to place fell from her hand.

Her swoon was readily caught by the slime in her clothing, and she was held aloft by her skirt and underwear—stroked lovingly on the clit and prodded gently on the asshole by the latter as the former held her effortlessly in the air.

The remaining slime exploded into smaller droplets, rocketing one half its mass toward the falling book while the rest of the droplets found their way into each book remaining in Anna’s cart.

And as if Anna’s words were a prophecy—here came a student. He was practically tearing at his hair, looking up and down the shelves. Anna thrust her hips against the slime, hanging unnaturally in the air all the way down the aisle from the student was searching.

His field of vision passed over her as her turned from one side of the shelves to the other. Not only was Anna still hanging in the air, posed impossibly by the hovering skirt—but books were bouncing and bobbing away from the cart as if they’d come to life. Only after his eyes were darting along the second shelf did he pause for a second to consider what he’d just seen.

When his eyes went back down the aisle, a bare glimpse of one of the floating books darting between the aisle breaks was all he saw. Anna herself was upright again via the locomotive power of her clothes. Her wobbly legs were in no condition to keep her standing.

“Miss!” He called from a few yards away. Anna bit her lip, still faced away from him. The arches of her feet were slicked up and trembling with attention as she tried to stop herself from laughing.

“Godddddd, you have got to let me get through this,” Anna begged, whispering the words. “Please. I can’t...can’t talk to him this way. Tone it down so I can get him out of here, and you can have all you want from me.”

The retreat was swift and immediate. Not only did her shoe insoles and panties stop moving, but her skirt placed her back in control. She took a deep breath.

“Miss! I’m looking for the most recent edition of the Handbook of Thermoplastic Elastomers,” The guy said. “I’m sure it’s in this area, but--

“Recently returned,” Anna said, recalling the name. We have it scanned in, but it’s not replaced yet. “Follow me.” As she motioned to the guy to follow her, she realized the cart of books she had to put away was totally empty. Had her little friend really done all of that so quickly? She--

“Ooh!” She staggered a little as her panties pulled themselves tight against both her slit and her ass—wedging themselves against her clit and her asshole at the same time. So much for their deal.

“Uh—are you okay?” The research student asked, seeing her wrench forward without actually running into anything. Anna’s panties wiggled against her clit, and she looked at the student, nodding even as she could feel the blood rushing to her face.

Some of the reconverging slime had returned after replacing the books. Having heard both Anna’s deal with its main mass as well as the students request, the flecks met up with each other at the front desk return bin, where they found the book in question. Once the coating of slime reached the book, the thing stood up, walked itself out of the bin and started bouncing into the air. It hovered over the ceiling fans, and then up and behind Anna and the student as they approached the bin themselves.

Anna looked down in the return bin to find two books, both of which weren’t the one the student was looking for.

“I know I saw it in here,” Anna said. “Let me--” She held up a finger when she had an idea...but that idea quickly became moot when she saw the book in question hovering right behind the student’s head. So not only was her deal being ditched—it really wanted to toy with her.

She squirmed when she felt tickling at her feet. The student gave her a look when she started dancing, and she really couldn’t do anything but smile back at him.

“I just remembered I set it aside,” Anna said, reluctantly moving along with her skirt and shoes. Moving...or letting them move. Either way, she knew she couldn’t actually overpower this stuff—and to try was only going to make her look silly.

Nevertheless, she could feel the blood rushing to her face again as she stepped and pivoted in front of the dumbfounded, button-down summa cum laude in front of her. Her skirt turned her to face her ass right at the guy, and now it worked in concert with her panties to make her shake her booty.

“Um...” He glanced down at her ass against her stretched skirt, then looked up like he was trying not to. “The book, then?”

My god, Anna thought. Are you so clueless that you’re not even going to ask me why the hell I’m doing this?

“Sure thing,” Anna said, trying to sound as oblivious as possible. The more she danced, the more pronounced the stroking at her clit became. She’d had enough of this game. The slime had proven itself not only to be clever—but it also had a proclivity for putting her in a compromised position.

Clearly, though—it didn’t want to be found out.

“Turn around,” Anna said. The student shrugged and did as she asked—already uncomfortable with her odd display. Anna expected him to find the book, but the slime carried it right over his head when he turned, placing it before Anna’s eyes.

“You little weasel!” Anna hissed as quietly as she could, grabbing the book just as the slime coalesced and left it, leaving it to gravity’s pull again. Her words weren’t quiet enough for the student, who turned back.

“Sorry?” He asked just as Anna whirled around. Her skirt rode up on her, and she presented the book to him with the crotch of her panties showing. He took the book slowly, looking down twice before she finally noticed the issue.

She raised her hand to pull the hem down, but her skirt obliged, pulling itself down far harder than she wanted.

“Stop—stop!” She squealed as the student backed up, book in hand. He watched in horror as the librarian’s skirt loosened around her waist as a result of its back clasp suddenly undoing itself. In another second, the skirt dove to the floor, and Anna lifted into the air a few inches, suspended by her shoes and her slime-infested panties.

“Uh...uh...I’ll bring it back tomorrow, I swear!” The student stumbled back as Anna’s skirt picked itself off the ground and stretched to life. It swelled with invisible hips and moved in his direction, and he turned and ran—full speed—out of the stacks and into the main library.

The skirt stopped pursuing the moment he turned and ran, though the slime was in no hurry to put it back on Anna’s lower half. It floated back to her, facing her as she moaned, suspended in the air by her panties and shoes.

“How—how could...you do that?” Anna asked, watching her skirt. “You scared him out of his mind. If you’re going to play with me like this, you have to be more—hmmmmmmMMM...” Anna was sent upward until her panties pinned her against the ceiling. She could see just over the top shelf in every direction of the stacks in the wing before it opened into the main corridor. “Mmm-hmm, mm-hmm...” Anna cooed, hopping against the ceiling with her own thrusts.

“Anna?” A familiar voice asked from a couple aisles over. “Anna, is...that you?”