Getting Ready

A while later, Jennifer lay next to Carrie on the bed in her husband's spot as they both lounged naked beneath the sheets catching their breath. "Ho-ly-fuck." the red haired woman groaned.

Carrie looked at her and smiled, before leaning back against the pillows. "This is not how I thought this day was going to go." She laughed.

After giving both of them a thorough fucking the slime had retreated from where they had ended up on the bed, and now only a few droplets still buzzed around the room. Jennifer watched one of the small slimes leap from the headboard of the bed and sail over to the door to disappear into the hallway. She turned back to Carrie and gave her a mischievous smirk, and Carrie felt her neighbor's hand trace lazily up her thigh beneath the sheets. "And it's just getting started."

A thrill of excitement and fear coursed through Carrie as possibilities of Jennifer and the flying slime swam through her head. She pushed them aside for the moment, as she tried to not let this craziness get too out of hand. "That sounds...amazing." Jennifer said as she bit her lip. "But first, I need to go make sure this slime hasn't trashed my house."

The last she had been downstairs, the goo seemed to be cleaning the place up. But while her and Jennifer were suspended in the air and being fucked by a double ended living dildo, she could have sworn she had heard some banging noises come from below. "Where did my robe go?" Carrie questioned, looking about the room.

As if in response, the top draw of her dresser suddenly slid open, and she saw two or three droplets of goo hop inside. After a few moments of rustling noises, a pair of her white lace trimmed panties flew out the top and darted over to the end of the bed and dipped beneath the sheets. She felt the possessed fabric tangling with her toes, and after a few surprised kicks of her feet, the garment was sailing up her thighs. "Oh!" Carrie jumped up in the bed as the panties nestled up into her folds to hug her hips, giving her ass a squeeze.

She pulled the sheets off to see her new attire, and Jennifer laughed, "Guess it wants to be a little more intimate."

Carrie just shook her head as she felt a finger trace down the gusset of her underwear. "This stuff is insatiable." she groaned as she pulled herself out of bed.

Jennifer's eyes followed her ass as she made her way to her dresser to pull out a grey tight grey t-shirt while another droplet of slime flew over to land on the red head's shoulder. Slipping the shirt over her head, Carrie turned back to her neighbor and grinned. "Don't go anywhere, I'll be back in a minute."

Jennifer smiled and whispered something to the small blob on her shoulder. Carrie jumped with an "Eep!" as something audibly smacked her ass.

Carrie spun around to find one of her leather riding gloves fall lifeless to the ground as a small droplet of slime flew out of the garment. Jessica laughed with mirth on the bed when Carrie turned back to her. "I'll be right here." she winked.

Carrie just shook her head and made her way out into the hallway, hearing her bedroom door click shut behind her. Was this slime listening to Jennifer? That could be...dangerous. Or was it exciting? Carrie couldn't quite tell as she made her way downstairs, praying her living room was still in one piece. "Someone should give her a spanking. " Carrie muttered half jokingly, unaware the slime was listening.

Jennifer sighed and leaned back in the bed, lazily stretching her arms above her head. This was the most fun she'd had in ages. The slime was one thing, but now with Carrie to play with, Jennifer felt almost giddy. Hearing the window slide open, she glanced over to see a few more droplets fly inside, followed quickly by some clothes she recognized from her own wardrobe. She smiled as she stood up from the bed. "Thanks Mr. Goo...thing." she laughed as she made her way to the hovering garments, expecting to be dressed like Carrie's panties just did.

Instead, she stumbled as something slithered and clinched around both her thighs. Looking down, she saw to bands of green slime wrapped around her thighs like some kind of slippery garter, now holding her still. Before she could even react, more slime had flown up to her wrists, and encircled them, pulling her arms cross above her head in the grips of their slippery cuffs. "And just what do you think you're doing?" she questioned authoritatively.

Another pair of Carrie's underwear flew out of the dresser and zipped up to her face, before suddenly shoving themselves in her mouth to gag her. With a muffled cry, she was turned around and bent over the bed, her arms pulled out in front of her and her thighs pulled apart. Struggling against her bonds, she looked over her shoulder and froze. Her outfit was now inflated to her shape and sat on top of the dresser seemingly watching her. But what really had her attention, was Carrie's bathrobe seemingly also filled out to her neighbor's womanly figure, standing over her. Her eyes traced down to the end of the robe's sleeves, where Carrie's gloves hovered as if her own hands filled them.

Jennifer moaned, whether from excitement or apprehension, she couldn't say, but when the first hand smacked her ass, she yelped through the gag in pain. By the third strike, it was in pleasure.

Carrie reached the bottom of the steps and peered around her living room. No overturned furniture, no broken picture frames... everything seemed to be fine. Carrie walked through the clean space and peered into the kitchen to find it equally undisturbed. She was about to head back upstairs, when she noticed something on the small chandelier hanging above the front entrance.

Carrie crossed her arms and sighed as she saw Jennifer's thong and sports bra draped over some of the arms of the fixture, in plain view of any who would look. Well that couldn't stay there.

She walked up beneath the chandelier and tried to think of how she could get it down, when she felt her underwear suddenly ride up her backside as it began to tug her body upwards. "Oh! Okay then, so that's how it's going to be then?" she grunted as her feet began to feel lighter on the ground.

Her panties gave her ass a squeeze in response, and she rolled her eyes. Remembering how she flew the night before, she pressed off lightly with her feet and felt her heart flutter as she lifted into the air. She rose up towards the fixture, but sailed just up past it, her momentum carrying her slightly too far. She reached out on the way back down and managed to snag the intrusive garments from the chandelier as she passed them, gripping the spandex in her fist as she descended.

As she neared the ground, she saw something yellow flow and billow through the air from the stairs and stop beneath her. She looked down and realized that the goo had grabbed one of her floral summer dresses and was now holding it open beneath her. She crossed her legs and descended right through the open garment, which then snapped tight around her waist as several droplets released the elastic waist and flew off. She smiled and adjusted the dress until it fit snugly around her hips.

"Thanks!' she smiled, not totally sure how she felt about being dressed.

The crotch of her possessed panties hummed in response, making her squirm as she pressed against the front of her dress. The feeling soon dissipated, and she heard footsteps walking down the stairs. She turned to see Jennifer walk into the living room dressed in tight brown leather pants with a tucked in blue blouse and black heeled boots. The redhead's face was a bit red, making Carrie question her state.

"This goo stuff, it... well never mind." she squirmed a bit, and Carrie wondered if her neighbor's underwear was similarly under control of the slime.

Jennifer looked back to Carrie as if something devilish had just occurred to her. "Ready for more fun?" she grinned.

Feeling a familiar upward tug of her underwear, Carrie hoped she was.