The way she came in

"...I think I'll come out the way I went in," she giggles.

"Uh, Sal, what does *that* mean?"

"Oh, you'll find out, love. Just lay back and try to relax, all right?"

Hard as that is to do with a stomach full of sentient slime, you manage to lean back and spread your legs. You feel the slime in your stomach shifting, before a thin tendril begins to make its way down your sphincter. It's definitely a strange sensation - a little uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant. She's definitely being a lot more careful coming out than she was coming in. You can feel your butt stretching a little, as she pushes her way outside, but you recognise it as the *right* kind of stretching - the kind you're starting to get used to.

Before long, the tip of her tendril has made her way out of her body, and you're groaning in a mix of discomfort and arousal.

"There we are," she says, soothingly. "I'm going to start moving now, all right?"

You aren't sure you trust yourself to speak, so you just nod. She giggles, and you feel the tendril inside you begin to pulse, as she drains her way out of you.

It should feel weird. It should be gross, and uncomfortable, enough to make you swear off sex with your girlfriend ever again. But in practice...it's surprisingly pleasant. Soothing, even. That tendril of slime pulsing gently inside of you, pumping each little package of slime the entire length of your sphincter ...combine that with the relief that comes over you as your overstuffed stomach and balls are gradually drained, and it actually might feel nicer having her come out than it was to have her come in.

With every pulse, your stomach and balls shrink, and the tip of the tendril grows. The bigger it gets, the more recognisable it is as your girlfriend. She builds out her legs and hips first, keeping her crotch pinned to your butt, almost like the tendril were one long, pulsing cock. Her slim, taut torso builds up next, followed by her perky breasts. Then it's her slender arms and hands, which she uses to grip your hips as her tendril-cock continues to pulse inside of you. And finally, you watch as her gorgeous face forms, her long dark hair cascading down her back.

And there she is, fully formed. She's back to her 'normal' height and proportions now, the shape you're most used to. She's leaning over you, her slime-cock still snug inside of you - no longer pulsing, but still just as comfortable. Still just as welcome.