A new life begins

When you awake you are not at all sure where you are. It is dark and warm, very damp all over. You feel strange, like you are floating in a relaxing bath. There seems to be some sort of cloth draped over your body. You hear voices. Familiar. Sheak!

You try to move but your legs and arms do not feel your own. They fight against you. And why is it so dark?

Eventually you learn the answer. Light, tinted green, streams in and you perceive the world around you in a very strange way, seeing and smelling as a single sense in every direction, not tied to any simple eye or nose. Then the horror. Your body is gone. Nothing remains of it. You are floating within the body of the slime, Sheak, and he has devoured you!

"No," Sheak says, but his voice is in your head. "I have turned you into a slime, my sweet girl. I have reproduced with you as my child and bride. You are like me. I have carried you from the city to save your life. You would not have understood the danger or how to control your body."

"My body!" you cry.

There is a great heaving and suction and you feel like you are being spit out of a slobbering mouth. You are lying on the ground in a heap, or a puddle, your brain encased in an amoeba like body of green slime. Sheak looms over you, a tube of his liquid connecting him to you as he releases his fluid body into yours. Slowly your brain rises from the grass on a column of slime.

"I will teach you how to control your form. You will never truly look human again, but you will be able to make your shape appear as you once did. Good enough to fool the meat creatures. I will teach you how to make your brain go soft so you can creep under doors and to secrete your fluids. I will also teach you to control your hunger. But first...you must feed."

Sheak draws you along behind him as if you are on wagon. You are amazed at how easily your new body glides over the earth. Like oil across water. Sheak sinks into a burrow that seems too small, yet your body easily oozes through the hole and down into the depths. Your creator brings you to a chamber where the tunnel smooths out into a room that appears carved from the earth itself, or melted out. There is a slab of stone like an altar and some human impliments that you recognize, chains and a chair, a wooden chest.

A woman screams and you see that there is a beautiful elf girl chained the altar. She is naked and covered with a residue of green slime. As she strains against the shackles her pert breasts shake and her stomach flexes. She has the fine, doll-like features of a true elf, lavender eyes, and silvery white hair that is matted to her head by slime residue. Her enticing cunt is bare but for a small tuft of silver-white hair above it. You feel an intense urge to violate her with your new body and to engulf her and digest her with your acids. Sheak burbles with laughter, aloud, and he goads you to submit to your desire.

"She is a fine one. Called Tri’lanna. Caught her with some goblin slavers that made a fine meal. I thought to make her like me, but her elf magic is too strong for my venoms. We can only change others voluntarily, as it was with you. Now make her your first meal. Savor her. The first is always the most delicious."

Your lust is motivating every cell of your new body to ravage and devour the helpless elf, yet your brain is still human and recoils at the idea of eating a sentient being alive and is angry beyond belief at Sheak for his actions. The two halves of the new you must reconcile if you are to come to a decision.