In for a penny, in for a pounding.

You have already let things go this far, and Sally already knows your secret and seems to genuinely want to help you. You know she got a strong read on you when she was literally holding your heart, but you feel like you got a strong impression of her too. She certainly seems like bratty bully bait and a shallow, submissive slut with a dommy switch to work out her aggressions from the outside, and from what you can tell, that's pretty much all there is on the inside more or less. What you see is what you get with Sally, and you like what you see.

"I'd really like that Sally, but I want to set some boundaries first. No offense, but you seem to need to hear a 'no', instead of waiting for a 'yes', and that isn't going to work for me. I want to explore with you, but for now at least, only when I initiate it. And you have to stop if I say 'gorgonzola', and you have to help change me back the first time I ask with no strings...or tendrils attached." You are a little surprised with your assertiveness, and clearly so is Sally. You see her go from antsy jiggling and squirming to listening intently as you make your terms clear. You suppose you can't be too proud of standing up to the lowest caste of creature, but you'll take your comforts where you can get them.

"OMD! Yes! Yes to boundaries, 'cause, I get that us slime girls are used to sliding right under them. Yes to waiting, just dripping with anticipation while you tell me what I get to do to you. Yes to stinky cheese safe words and turning you back on a dime. You can probably tell I'm pretty...let's say 'agreeable'. Though, I was hoping you'd give me permission to maybe keep taking charge and show you a thing or two about your body. I promise to ask permission every time I do something new." Sally practically squeals out her speech she is so excited, and you are getting equally engaged. You had thought all these rules would put her off or kill the mood, but she actually seems more turned on by the prospect of you having to admit out loud to all the things you want to do with her...and so are you.

You nod and mummer assent and Sally jumps up and down with giddy glee, giving you a show of her delicious looking body bounce and jiggle. "So, I was thinking I could show you some of the cocks I've taken molds of and you could point at the one you are most interested in...or let me know if you prefer tendrils." Sally offers even as she digs into her slime and pulling it out in thick phallic protrusions. You expect her to shrink with each addition, but despite her subby nature, she is apparently advanced and powerful enough to grow and change without losing mass.

She ends up growing a gaggle of girths in every sinister shape and size possible. Minotaur meat and werewang and even Eldrich erections jut out. One catches your eye more than any, a slender smooth shaft that you suspect belonged to her first slime boy lover. It seems oddly appropriate to lose your virginity the same way she lost hers, and besides its the 'girliest' of all the cocks for lack of a better word. Your blush brighter as you point to the shiny slime cock.

Sally immediately gushes, "YEEEEEE! You picked my old cock! I was hoping you would!" You aren't sure you heard her right. Surely she wouldn't announce a secret so big, so casually? Then again, by the time she is sucking up all of her other shafts and pointing her pretty prick at your soft little shrimp dick, you are lost in the moment and willing to wonder about her gender identity another day.

"So first I'm going to kiss you...like a lot, and feed you all sorts of good vibes and affection while I imagine your cock sliding inside you and you growing a pretty pink pussy. Would you like me to do that for you, princess?" Sally ask sugar sweet. It's not the first time someone's called you 'princess', but it is the first time you've wanted them too. Feeling even more unsteady and melty than Sally, you nod your head and lick your lips. Before you can nod twice, the slime girl has replaced your tongue with her own and is soaking your lips and tongue with delicious waves of warmth and acceptance. You feel yourself shifting even before she starts fantasizing. It's as if there is some internal, infernal mechanism that you can't believe you have access to without an outside onlooker ogling you, and it's transforming your body as you nurse the kindness and liquid love from the slime girls drippy drool.

Sally breaks the kiss to turn you towards the full length mirror and squeaks, "Well bless me to Heaven! You're even prettier than I imagined!" You wonder if you imagined it, if you really shifted into a red headed, sloe-eyed, pixie nosed, plump oval lipped stunner with pink skin, perky tear drop shaped C cups, curves that could crash cars and an ass that could stop hearts. Maybe Sally imagined you this way, but it doesn't seem like her fantasy from the first form she picked for you. Again, you don't have time for mysteries as you are more interested in 'delving deeper' into your new pretty pink pussy.

Sally slides behind you, her breath hot on your neck making you feel all quivery and melty as the slime girl holds you steady. She asks coyly, "So what I'd really like to do right now is slide my girl cock inside you and you can watch as I fuck your pussy for the first time...and hopefully the second...and the third...and so on and so on until we pass out."

You still have so many unanswered questions and lingering doubts, but as you lick Sally's supportive spit off your lips, you don't have any questions about what you need to do next. "Please fuck me! Fuck me and don't stop until we both pass out!" Sally doesn't need to be asked twice. She grabs your hips and slides her slime shaft between your legs to aim up against your trembling lower lips. She parts your dripping petals slowly, gently, letting you feel every new sensation, and doubtlessly sharing it for herself. She doesn't share it back with you, not yet, clearly wanting you to enjoy your deflowering on your own terms.

It's strange, it's not that it's stronger than the sensation of getting your throat or ass filled just moments before, but it's different enough that it still feels distinctly dreamy. Maybe it is a dream? Maybe you blacked out from orgasm overload earlier and this is all a wishful wet dream? How else do you explain how RIGHT it feels to get fucked like a girl. You aren't even sure she needs the cock or you the pussy as long as you feel this full of...maybe not love, but certainly something bigger than friendship. You feel so free and unrestrained as you watch yourself writhe back against her. Having seen enough, you turn your head to take her tongue in your mouth and feed off her 'I Can't Believe It's Not Love' spittle straight from the source.

Then you feel something explode inside you, all your walls crumbling like cum soaked tisses. Your tail throbs and swells and splits into multiple phallic tendrils that plunge deep into the slime girl who instinctively forms slippery sucking slits around them. The sensation of popping your cherry as you form a gang bang of one is too much for Sally. She loses control and floods you with her slime spurts causing you to feel her orgasms as wells as your own in a fiery feedback loop that sends you into a shooting spiral of pure pleasure that transcends anything you ever dared dream of. It's so wonderful and warm and wet and wanting and weirdly wholesome and wanton and wild and womanly and wired and...and words fail you as you keep cumming harder and falling harder for Sally while you both ascend way past Hell and earth into a Heaven of your own making...only one where you won't be damned for your love.

And then you do it again...this time with Sally pushed up against the wall as you ride her spreading slime tendrils in your ass and cunt and your tongues taking turns sawing in and out of each others mouths...

And again, with Sally asking sugar sweet if she can triple her size and scissor you like she saw in a porno once...a day, and you begging for her to bully the spurts out of you...

And again and again and again...until you end up slipping into blissful blankness as you wear Sally as a sticky second skin...wistfully wondering if this all just actually happened. You hope if it was just a dream, that you won't remember it when you wake up. You would miss it too much. Then you slip away, not sure whether you would rather it be a dream...or reality...