Elizabeth gets Filled in( Not like That!)

I spent quite a while thinking heavy thoughts that night. Sam had long since dozed off atop me, rising and falling with my slow breaths, her visor pulsing a cool blue like a screensaver as she dreamed. The faint light of the crescent moon through the window added an ethereal quality to her already alabaster skin.

Warmth and cold uncertainty broiled within me. I had a small harem of brilliant and beautiful women who unreservedly loved me with a sometimes frightening intensity, even if it took Sam a little while to admit it. Annie barely blinked at mind controlling Stella, actively wanted me to include her mother and successfully pulled in her favorite teacher. Even Hanako and Gemma deferred to me, seeing me as the leader and trusting my judgement. Which was insanity.

Two weeks ago I was a quiet loner with maybe two real friends drifting through the motions of life. No extraordinary skills or qualities to make me stand out aside from decent grades and nothing explicitly negative. I had nothing to make me special or talented enough to deserve all this…power and responsibility.

At least, I didn't, I thought as I looked at the corded muscles in my forearm flex.

How strong was I now? Could I dodge bullets, rend steel with my bare hands, leap tall buildings in a single bound?

Was I strong enough to keep everyone safe? Protect what was mine? The heat inside me flared in worry at the thought.

I remembered a flash of silver eyes and imagined the charred ruins of cities across the world and throughout history. The image of my town, my friends and my family becoming just another 'Gomorrah Event' listed in some file in a secret facility sent my anxiety into overdrive.

I was soon mentally working out how to slip away without waking the sleeping android and go juggle small cars, or however much I could lift. Maybe see how much Tae Kwon Do I could remember from the year of lessons Mom took me to. That's what you're supposed to do when you get superpowers, right? Go out into the night for a training montage?

Sam murmured something in her sleep and shifted to wrap her arm around my shoulder, a soft smile on her lips.

Or maybe, I should stay right here.

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Just before eleven o'clock the next morning, I opened the front door and looked down to find a very solid Elizabeth standing on the front porch. My mouth half opened to ask why she'd bothered to knock, then snapped shut when I did a double take at her appearance. Her coloration was still varying shades of purple and she had a shiny smoothness to her skin like wet latex, but my slime girl friend otherwise appeared to be human once again.

"Hey, Mason! Whaddya think?" She squeaked with her hips cocked to one side and arms crossed under her breasts. "I worked out how to be solid again!"

She was also maybe four and a half feet tall at most.

And still very naked.

"I see it requires you to be fun-sized as well." I teased.

"What's that supposed to mean!" She whined. "Are you implying I'm not normally a fun size?"

Seeing that trap for what it was, instead of responding verbally, I poked her left tit. It felt like stiff rubber or silicone, the closest analogue I could think of was a partially deflated bike tire. Which may be the least sexy way for me to describe it…

"Hey! Let me in before you start handling the goods!" She protested with her hands on her hips as I watched her breast jiggle.

The purple girl made no real moves to stop me from poking her other tit, lavender skin darkening to violet while she pouted to hide her pleased shivers. "I don't know… it seems you're having almost as much fun as I am." I laughed. "Did you make your areolas bigger? They weren't like this yesterday." I cupped one wobbly orb and brushed my thumb over the puffy circle hiding her nipple.

She squeaked again. "Not there!" Everything from my hand down to the elbow was covered in a cool fluid as Elizabeth melted into a puddle that quickly flowed around my legs and into the entryway.

I was left on my front porch, blinking in the morning sun. Had my thumb slipped inside of her…

"Oh, hello! I am Stella, the Maid of this household. May I have your name?"

The slime girl blinked owlishly at Stella's demure bow, apparently unsure on how to react to the new Stella. Had no one told her? I swear we mentioned it at some point.

Before the silence could drag on for more than a few seconds or Elizabeth could fall back on how she usually interacted with the Old Stella, I made hasty introductions.

I stepped up so I was not quite in-between the two women. "Stella, this is my oldest and best friend, Elizabeth Thompson." That earned me a blush that was almost indigo. "Lizzy, as she said, this is our new maid, Stella." My expression did its best to convey my thoughts to Elizabeth not to antagonize an innocent woman for the actions of her past self.

"It's uh… nice to meet you?" The slime girl held out a hesitant hand to Stella, who shook it once before the hand melted away. I rubbed my temples, at least they weren't screaming at each other?

Stella gave an understanding smile, which probably did more to convince Elizabeth the maid was different now than any words could have. "It's always a pleasure to meet a friend of the Master. I take it you knew my previous iteration?"

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry for the handshake…we weren't on the best terms." Elizabeth said with a grimace.

Stella shook her head and bowed again with her hands clasped at her waist. "No,no. Let me apologize. I don't remember very much of my life before, but I do know the woman I used to be was deeply unhappy and bitter." Her small, apologetic smile grew blinding with its simple gratitude as she looked up to me, steel-gray eyes shining. "I am proud and ecstatic to be a Maid for my Masters, now."

When both Elizabeth and I were left dumbstruck by that little declaration, Stella blushed and rose from her bow. Her smile grew slightly mischievous when she had to readjust her dress and I quickly glanced away, only to catch Elizabeth staring too.

Stella stifled a giggle and cleared her throat. "Lunch will be ready within the hour, Master. Unfortunately, I will not be able to serve dinner tonight as Master Ben has…" Her blush returned along with a dreamy smile. "Invited me on a date and we will not be back until late afternoon tomorrow."

"Oh, that's fine, we can fend for ourselves for a day or two. Enjoy your date with Dad." I'm slightly surprised I managed to say all that without any heartache. Mom would've been happy to see Dad happy right?

With a final bow and a friendly nod to Elizabeth, Stella glided out of the room.

"Wow. That was… very different." Elizabeth said.

"Yeah, did we not tell you about her? Annie took a video of it and everything." I scratched the back of my head when she replied with a flat stare.

"No Mason, I'm pretty sure I'd remember the Queen Bitch herself getting mind whammied into a sexy maid."

"And you're okay with what we did to her?"

"I mean, it is a little scary you can do that, but it's also pretty hot and she said she's happier." Elizabeth shrugged.

"I know, I guess I'm just feeling guilty about not feeling guilty." I brushed those feelings off, honestly it kinda worried me how it was getting easier every time, and beckoned Elizabeth to follow me down the hall to my bedroom. "How'd things go with your family? Did they notice your…" I waved a hand at her sliminess.

"They didn't get the chance to see the full glory, thankfully." She hid her face in her hands and groaned, slumping into my desk chair while I leaned on the desk itself. "I only really realized I was naked when I made it to the middle school parking lot." She made a disgusted face and shifted her body to remove most of its definition below the neck, areolas and vulva smoothing out until she looked like a doll or a girl wearing a thick catsuit. "I did not want to be a bunch of middle school boys' sexual awakening, especially not my brothers, so I did this. It'd kinda feel like I was a perv if I walked around with everything hangin' out all the time."

I patted her shoulder, feeling vindicated. I wasn't the only one who felt weird about them all going naked everywhere! "Yeah, I managed to convince Annie and Hanako to at least pretend to wear clothes while in public, but Sam and Gemma refuse to give up their 'nude freedom' as they call it."

Elizabeth snorted a laugh. "Yeah!" She pumped her fists and kicked her legs while shifting her body back to full detail. "Be Naked! Be Free!" She cheered.

"Hey! You were supposed to be on my side here!"

"I am! If I didn't get off on it I'd probably have no problems at all with everyone seeing me, but Annie at least doesn't even think about anyone else like that anymore. I don't know about the others, Sam might just be more shameless or hasn't thought of it yet." She looked around the room curiously. "Where are they anyway? I thought Sam was your live-in fucktoy now." She grinned wickedly at the sigh I made.

"Sam's discovered she can't beat my dad in this old fighting game he has, they've been at it for two hours." That was a sight, let me tell you. "Annie's supposed to be here soon, I thought your knocking was her at first."

She hmmed in understanding, then tilted her head. "Who's Gemma— oh wait, yeah, Hanako's girlfriend, how'd that whole thing go?"

That led to a full telling of the story on Gemma's transformation, Zoey's spying, and after dinner up to where I told her some of what Sam said on her father's job at a secret facility. I didn't do much more than vaguely confirm some of the rumors that spread about Sam when she first showed up to Redfield. It felt wrong to say anymore without asking, even this made me feel a bit guilty.

Elizabeth gave me a weird look after I trailed off for a while, thinking about Sam's situation.

"What?" I checked my clothes, well, my sweatpants. "Is there something on my face? I have noticed my beard stopped growing unless I want it to."

She shook herself. "It's just… I saw it in Annie's mind when we fused yesterday, I thought it was mostly her whole cheerful outlook…you really do love them both. Don't you?" There was a tension in her voice, but the look on her face told me she didn't want me to address it yet.

To lighten the mood I leaned over with a grin and put my arm around her shoulders. "What can I say? I have a big heart."

"You have a big something alright." She tapped a fist to my head. I just kept grinning and waggled an eyebrow. Elizabeth took a second to catch my meaning. "That's not what I meant you dick!" She kicked my shin when I laughed at her phrasing.

The sound of the front door opening and Annie's cheerful greeting to Stella made us get up. We were met by a slightly sullen Sam trailing after an exuberant Dad in the hallway.

When Sam saw me she raised her arms with a trembling lower lip and a wet shininess to her eyes. I rolled my eyes and swept her up in a princess carry.

"I take it you lost?"

"I lost forty-three games in a row! It's not possible!" She whined.

Elizabeth snickered while I rubbed the despondent android's back.

We found Annie in the living room setting up a whole presentation with a bright pink projector shining on a blank patch of wall, a small display of posters and a stack of notes, even a whiteboard. She wore a snug backless sweater dress with a diamond cutout for her cleavage and a tiny skirt, tied her hair in a tidy bun and put on a pair of square rimless glasses. All in varying shades of pink, of course.

She looked like the porn parody of a professor, but somehow made it look phenomenal instead of ridiculous.

Sam hopped out of my arms and perched herself on the back of the couch. "Why not just use the TV?"

Annie scoffed and turned around with hands on her hips. "Where's the fun in that? This is the proper way to do things." Her face lit up when she saw me. "Hey, Mason! Hi Elizabeth! Things are almost ready— just gimme a minute to set things up!"

"There's one thing I need to do first." I stepped forward and she turned back to me curiously. Then let out a short string of surprised giggles when I snatched her up and drew her into a deep kiss hello.

When I pulled away a minute later and set her down on unsteady feet, Annie gave me a dizzy little grin and ran a hand through her suddenly messy hair. "Good morning to you too!"

Sam gave a highly realistic wolf whistle and Elizabeth clapped with several sets of arms. Annie blushed and gave a curtsy while I bowed before I swaggered to the couch to sit among the audience.

I gave Sam a kiss of her own when she snuggled into my side, while Elizabeth swatted my shoulder and rolled her eyes when I offered her my other side. However, she did scoot close enough for our knees to touch, which made Sam pump her fist and grin.

After a few deep breaths and a final adjustment to her hair, Annie took on a stern and composed demeanor and whipped out an extendable pointer from between her cleavage. The projector switched to the next slide seemingly on its own and Professor Davis started her lecture.

"Things began on a Friday evening, May Ninth, 2024. Subjects Zero and One, Mason and Samantha, had been dared to have oral sex in the basement of a fellow student…"

It was an impressive recitation of events, I was obviously present for pretty much everything, but the way Annie explained things drew me in like the best movie or dramatized documentary. I didn't actually learn anything new, some things were recontextualized and with hindsight I noticed there were a few things Annie and Hanako were mistaken on, but otherwise this was a fantastic overview of everything that had happened the past week!

…oh gods, it's only been a week.

Annie clapped her hands and tucked away her pointer. "And that leaves us here! Any questions?"

Elizabeth raised her hand with a grin. "That recording you and Hanako made, why did things cut off so abruptly?"

"Next question!"

"Hey! Don't ignor—"

"Yes, Miss Harwood!"

"How much of this was just you roleplaying as Hanako?" Sam asked innocently.

"T-that's not… Are there any relevant questions?" She whined with her hands clapped to her cheeks as she looked to the ceiling.

I took pity on her. "Do you plan on being a teacher or professor? Because you'd be a great one, that did not feel like twenty minutes." That got me an even heavier blush from Annie while Sam booed playfully and Elizabeth 'Awww'ed as she leaned into me.

"I have a question!" Stella announced as she carried in a tray of sandwiches. "Is everyone ready for lunch?"

Sam patted my crotch. "I brought my own!"

Annie perked up. "Oh, Mason! I wanna try your cum as a sauce on my sandwich!" Which caused Sam to lay over my lap protectively.

Stella's smile froze on her face when she heard that, then grew thoughtful.

In the corner, Elizabeth gave her turkey and swiss on sourdough sandwich a considering look. Then, in a frankly terrifying display, shoved the whole thing into a sudden gaping maw in her stomach. It dissolved in maybe three seconds while the slime girl smiled in satisfaction. When she looked up and saw my horrified fascination, she melted into a puddle again in embarrassment.

I groaned into my hands as chaos continued around me, but I couldn't hold back the smile. Especially when I saw Dad munching on his own sandwich from a safe distance. He gave me a thumbs up and mouthed, 'better get used to it!' before he and Stella left to eat at the actual dining table.

With a laugh I surrendered and grabbed a sandwich. The pleased moan I let out was both due to the taste, and from two girls competing over my dick.

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We gathered back in my room after an… interesting lunch and a goodbye to Dad and Stella as they left on their date. A dozen of Mom's notebooks and several more traditionally bound books were divided amongst us by Annie, who'd sat herself down in a circle of books on the floor. My girlfriend had been thrilled by the prospect of new information and annoyed that Sam and I hadn't told her about it sooner.

"Okay!" She clapped her hands. "I've sorted out all the ones that are just schoolwork, which leaves us with several journals, a small photo album/sketchbook and a couple older books, one we can read—" She held up a plain brown book with gothic lettering, then the leather bound Tome with a bronze clasp and no title. "And one we can't. Who wants to do what?"

Elizabeth and Sam immediately raised their hands. "I call the—" "—sketchbook!" They then spun to face each other and began playing rock paper scissors.

While we let that play out, Annie and I each chose a journal and one of the regular books. I had the Tome while Annie had—

"An Accounting of the Infernal by Edwin Strauss, Warlock and Historian?" I read incredulously. "You don't think that's just an obscure fantasy book do you?"

"If it is, the author went all in on the role play. Where all the publishing info is normally, he has things like, first published 783 AR in Midgard, gives thanks to several demons and fellow Warlocks… it's either real or impressive fiction." She shrugged and showed me a hand-drawn diagram of a literal summoning circle and pages upon pages of gothic calligraphy.

"Well, at least they didn't go for human parchment and blood ink."

Annie snorted an uncomfortable laugh as she flipped back to the beginning to start actually reading. "Yeah, it doesn't seem to be modern paper, but it's paper."

I set the Tome to the side and opened up the journal. Well, I called it a journal, but it wasn't the traditional, organized and dated diary most people probably think of. It was a messy collection of scrawls that Lilian Corbin, my mother, created when she was very young. The earliest pages were filled with childish doodles and the daydreams of a preteen girl. Slowly improving in skill and sophistication until by the end of the small book her handwriting was almost the elegant cursive she'd use for the rest of her life. To practice, she repeated the same lines over and over in different styles until she found one she was satisfied with, finally signing her name at the end, Lilian Renee Corbin.

It was very odd, flipping through the private thoughts and feelings of my Mother's childhood, at once heartwarming and sobering. She was a full person with hopes and dreams, loves and loathings and losses of her own— she was my Mom, and now she was dead.

"Uhh… Mason? We found something really weird." Sam's voice snapped me out of my musings and I looked over to see her and Elizabeth sharing the photo album. Sam looked worried while Elizabeth was staring at a picture in what I can only refer to as bafflement.

What now? I reached over and took the book from Sam. At first glance, it was the standard physical photo album with pictures taped to the pages of the book with written descriptions on who it was a picture of and when it was taken. Things like pictures of my maternal grandparents and when Mom was a kid, at school and vacation, graduation and random candid memories. Totally normal right?

Normal, except for the horns.

Starting with Mom's baby pictures, there were a pair of boney nubs on her temples as grandpa bounced her in his lap. The man himself had a pair of curling ram's horns with the left tip broken off. Grandma had these long, swept back horns gently curving over her ears and almost meeting at the back of her head. The same my Mom grew.

I had never met my grandparents on either side. Dad was thoroughly estranged and Mom's side died young in an accident. Or at least, that's what I had been told.

Flipping through the rest of the photos showed more of the same. My mother grew a pair of elegant horns that somehow fit her face perfectly. She looked just like me in a lot of ways. I got Dad's heavy build and straighter hair, while Mom was a tall and slender woman with naturally tanned skin and wavy dark brown hair and… red eyes. I had always seen my mom's dark brown eyes in the mirror and in memory, now in these photos her eyes were a familiar crimson. The same as her parents.

I jumped up and blurred to my closet, narrowly avoiding Annie in the process. Deep in the back, I dug out a small box. My hand shook a little as I stared at the framed picture of me as a toddler in Mom's lap. It was my third birthday and I was covered in cake. Mom had horns. I did not.

I dug around for more and found another with my mother in it, I hadn't looked at these in years, too painful. "Elizabeth, look at this."

"This… this doesn't make any sense! I remember that day. We were friends for two years before your Mom died. Our Moms babysat for each other and had lunch all the time!"

She held a photo of us and our mothers. Soon after we had first become friends we'd gone out to get ice cream together after a movie. Mom had horns as she rubbed our sticky faces clean. A very pregnant Mrs. Thompson watched none the wiser.

I began to pace, my hands massaging my temples and roughly running through my hair. The heat inside me pulsing in my ears over my heartbeat.

Slowly, hesitantly, Sam exchanged a look with Annie and then turned back to me. "Mason…how did your Mom die?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Elizabeth open and close her mouth with the same confusion I had.

"I…I don't remember…"