Evie Ooze

Andy decided to look at some other spells. He was more curious as to what most of these meant because they weren't anything he would have expected from a book of sex magic.

For example, he came across a spell that summoned someone named Evie ooze, the mistress of slime. "What the fuck?" He said out loud almost laughing at what he had just read. "Evie Ooze? Who the hell wrote this book? To summon the mistress of slime, just speak the incantation and say her name three times." Arise from your slumber, for it's the end of your snooze," he said trying to keep a straight face. "Come to me now, Evie Ooze, Evie Ooze, Evie Ooze."

Much to his expectation, nothing seemed to be happening. He looked all around the room and even flipped through the book a little seeing if there was anything to indicate the spell had worked but there was nothing.

"Well, that was disappointing," he said as he closed the book and tossed it on his dresser before turning on the TV.

As he sat back and relaxed, he didn't hear the twisting sound of metal in the bathroom down the hall as the valve began to turn a few centimeters on its own before a pink ooze began to pour into the tub. It was quiet so he didn't hear the bubbling and popping of the goo as it dripped down, filling the cast iron tub.

A mound began to rise out of the center, growing taller and taller before it began to change shape. Tendrils sprouted from each side before taking the form of arms. Two round blobs began to form on the front looking much like breasts as the head began to form moments later. Two eyes appeared as she had a very cute face and her head expanded to look like long hair that was a slightly different shade of pink.

She stretched her arms and let out a yawn because as the spell said she had been asleep. "Okay, who summoned me?" She said looking around the bathroom. "And where am I?"