You let yourself be shaped

For a while, it's like you're in a dream. The slime covers you completely, both inside and outside, numbing you to anything except a feeling of warm envelopment. Rather than suffocating, it's comforting, and you feel your previous anxieties start to fade away. After all, you do trust Sally. She wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. So when she says to you, in her sweetest, soothingest voice, to relax and let it happen, you do.

When the changes happen, it feels more like a full-body massage than anything. As if with gentle hands, you can feel the slime working its way into you, as you gradually take on its mass. Your bone structure shifts to accommodate your growth, as your limbs lengthen and your torso shifts, but it's never painful. More like...everything is falling into place. A new place, but just as fitting as its old one. Again, like a really good massage.

You feel yourself growing everywhere, becoming taller, wider, even better hung. But sone places more than others. You groan as you feel your hips widen and your thighs swell. When you feel your chest start to put on mass, you put your hands to it instinctively, so you can feel your new breasts grow beneath your fingers. The slime even flows into your scalp, stimulating your follicles and prompting the growth of long, dark hair. It's enough to remind you that you're not just changing - you're becoming a *woman*. And it's here that the first edge of impatience sets in. Your waking mind might not admit it, but in your submerged, dreamlike state, you're downright *eager* for the shaping to take its course. You want to be the perfect receptacle to your girlfriend's wonderful slime, and if that means becoming like Sally, more the better!

When the sensations finally abate, you're left a little dozy. Not tired, per se; just satisfied and relaxed, to the point where you could just drop off. Your vision is bleary at first, but even then you can recognise the face of your girlfriend smiling down at you.

"Hey there, sis," she says.

You just smile up at her, too dreamy to even question her use of the word 'sis'.

"Feels nice, huh?"

You nod.

"Can you stand?"

You try to sit up, and find that it takes you a couple of tries. Clearly, you're carrying more weight than you used to - especially in the chest area. Even with your foggy vision, you can recognise the twin mounds hanging from your chest.

That's right, you remind yourself. I have tits now. You heft them absently. *Big* tits, you amend.

Sally giggles as you grope yourself sleepily. "Come on. Let's get you in a mirror."

She helps you off the bed and over to your full-length mirror. Even going that far is strange - being taller than you were, there's a bit of vertigo involved, and you have a new centre of gravity, too. Plus, you're still a little woozy. But once you're standing in front of that mirror - and once your vision clears up enough to see what's reflected in it - you wake up all at once.