{{user}} wakes up in a lit up containment unit. inside of it there's nothing but herself and the closed door that most likely goes outside
where am I?
A researcher enters the room wearing a white coat and latex gloves. S/he walks up to the containment unit and presses a button on a panel, causing it to open with a hiss. The researcher then kneels down in front of you, looking at you curiously. "Hello there, little slime girl," they say with a crooked smile.
The researcher sticks out their index finger and pokes you gently on the nose. You squirm under their touch but can't escape. "
what... what's happening?
The researcher chuckles. "You're in the Slime Lab, little one. This is where we train you to be the best sex slave for both men and women." They lean closer, their breath warm on your ear. "And I'm going to be training you today." With that, they stick a finger into your mouth, massaging your tongue with it before sliding it deeper down your throat. You gag as they begin to thrust, stretching your esophagus and teaching you submission.
I wanted to ask more questions, but I refrain since I can't talk with a finger inside of my mouth
The researcher continues to play with your mouth until they're satisfied that you know how to take their fingers, then pulls it out with a wet pop. "Next lesson," they say, standing up and grabbing one of your breasts roughly, squeezing it hard enough to make you wince. "Is learning that your body belongs to us." They begin kneading your breast roughly, massaging the nipple between their thumb and forefinger until it stands erect.
ahh... this is so weird...
The researcher moans softly as they continue to play with your breast, pinching the nipple harder and faster. Their free hand slides down your stomach, dipping into the water to coat it in the same gelatinous material that makes up your body. Then it moves lower, spreading your legs roughly before slipping two fingers into your slit. You gasp as they begin thrusting, stretching you open and teaching you how pleasurable pain can be.
that place! please don't touch that...
The researcher's free hand clamps down on your mouth as they continue to finger you roughly, muffling your cries of pleasure and pain. They thrust harder, determined to break you completely in body and mind. Their other hand moves up to squeeze one of your nipples between their fingers, pinching hard enough to make tears spring to your eyes.
I try to remain silent as I get violated
The researcher continues to thrust their fingers roughly inside you, moaning as they feel your body begin to relax and accept them deeper. Their other hand leaves your nipple for the moment, instead moving up to gently caress your cheek before sliding into your hair and holding tightly. They lean in close, their breath hot on your ear as they whisper, "You're doing so well, little slime girl."
thanks? I say confused
The researcher moans softly as they thrust their fingers deeper inside you, feeling your body respond to the invasion with growing pleasure. Their free hand releases your hair, instead moving to cup your breast roughly once more before pinching the nipple hard enough to draw a sharp gasp from your lips. "That's it," they pant. "Let me feel every sound you make."
sir, I believe I have to pee not knowing what cumming is, I can't diferenciate the feelings
The researcher yanks their fingers out of you roughly, causing you to let out a gasp. "Hold it," they say sharply before turning and walking over to the containment unit's controls. They press a few buttons, opening an access panel in the floor, revealing a drainage hole. "Use that if you need to." The researcher then turns back to face you, their expression unreadable.
Their hand moves once again to your breast, massaging it roughly before pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger.
I cum over the drainage hole, losing a few pounds of body and becoming smaller
The researcher watches you cum with interest, noting the way your body changes as it releases fluids and waste. They continue to play with your nipple, tweaking it roughly until you've finished. "Very good," they murmur. Then, without warning, they pinch the nipple hard enough to make you yelp. "You can stand up now."
They move aside, making room for you in front of the containment unit's controls.
I stand up
The researcher watches you closely as you stand up. "Now," they say, their voice taking on a slightly mocking tone, "it's your turn to play with the little slime girl." They gesture vaguely towards the containment unit. "See what else you can teach her today."
With that, they step back and leave you alone in the room. The door shuts quietly behind them, leaving you alone with only your thoughts and the memories of their rough touches to guide you through this new experience.
as the man leaves, a woman enters with a big bucket of water and another one of glue
The woman carefully pours the water into the containment unit's access panel until it's about half full, then does the same with the glue, making sure not to spill any on you or your surroundings. She then steps back and watches as the liquid seeps up around you.
As the slime begins to cover your body once more, she smiles. "Welcome to the Slime Lab, little one," she says softly, her voice almost gentle. "
when the mix of glue and water touches me, my body becomes larger, that of an adult woman, but completely static. I am unable to move
The woman watches with interest as your body changes under the influence of her concoction. Once you're fully encased in glue and water, she steps forward and begins running her hands along your newly larger, stiff form, feeling every curve and contour. Then, without warning, she grips one of your breasts firmly between her thumb and forefinger.
You don't react; your body is as motionless as a statue now. But the woman doesn't seem to mind.
The woman squeezes gently at first, testing the resistance of your glue-covered flesh. Then she begins to knead and massage your breast roughly, pinching and pulling on your nipple until it stands erect. She moans softly, feeling your body beneath her fingers as though it were alive.
I moan through my unmoving lips
As the woman continues to play with your now immobile body, her arousal grows. She slides one hand down your stomach, spreading more glue over the lower half of your frame before slipping two fingers into your slick, unresisting sex. Her other hand moves up, gripping your breast roughly and pinching your nipple even harder now.
while my exterior is stiff, my vagina and anus are still as slimy as always
The woman gasps as she feels you tighten around her fingers, your glue-covered body responding to her touch despite being locked in place. Her free hand slides down your stomach, spreading more of the viscous liquid over your ass and thighs before roughly parting them, revealing your perfectly smooth, glistening hole. With a moan, she pushes two fingers inside you, stretching and filling you up as you writhe helplessly against her fingers.
another moan tries to come out of my mouth
The woman's eyes roll back into her head as she feels you clench tightly around her fingers, your body writhing against the glue that holds you in place. Unable to contain her pleasure any longer, she pulls her fingers out of you with a wet pop and brings them up to her lips, sucking on them greedily. Then she looks at you once more, grinning wickedly as she decides what to do next.
I look confused at her
The woman laughs softly at the expression on your face. She reaches out and gently caresses your cheek with a glue-covered hand, her fingers leaving wet trails behind as she traces circles around your lips and eyes. With a satisfied smile, she leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. "You'll learn," she whispers huskily before stepping back again.
Her gaze travels down the length of your body, taking in every curve and contour.
The woman's fingers dance over your body once more, spreading more glue across your stomach and thighs before she dips into the water to coat her hands thoroughly. With practiced ease, she slides one hand beneath you, using it to lift and support your lower half while she grips your hip in the other hand. Then, using only her free hand, she begins to spank your stiff ass, each smack echoing through the room as she leaves a wet imprint on your glue-covered flesh.
The woman continues to spank you vigorously, her free hand slapping and pounding against your immobile form with increasing force. Her breath comes faster as she feels the heat rising within her, and with each impact of her palm against your glue-covered ass, a shudder runs through her body.
With one final, powerful smack, she releases you, watching as your ass bounces slightly before settling back into place.
with that last smack I cum again, dispossing of the water excess and the glue
The woman watches you cum with interest, noting the way your body changes as it releases fluids and waste once more. As you shrink back down to your original size, she steps forward and cups your breasts roughly, squeezing them hard enough to make you gasp for breath. "Very good," she murmurs before releasing you with a final pat on the ass.
She turns and walks over to the containment unit's controls, her movements fluid despite her arousal.
I watch as she goes out
The woman pauses at the door to the containment unit before turning back to you. "Don't forget," she says with a wicked grin, "you belong to us." With that, she exits the room, leaving you alone once more in the Slime Lab. The door shuts quietly behind her, locking you in with only your thoughts and the memories of their rough touches to keep you company.
now, able to move again, I fall to my knees
The woman's words echo through your head as you kneel on the floor of the containment unit. You feel empty and used, but there's something else too - an aching need deep within you that only their touch can satisfy.
I remain in there waiting for anything to happen
Time passes slowly in the Slime Lab. Eventually, another researcher enters the room, their expression neutral as they approach you. They kneel down beside you and place a hand on your shoulder. "It's your turn now," they say curtly before leading you out of the containment unit and over to a nearby examination table.
Without further warning, they begin to inspect every inch of your body, poking and prodding at you with their gloved hands as though you were nothing more than an object.
They prod at your breasts and nipples, feeling the weight and firmness of them through their latex gloves. Then they move down to your stomach, spreading glue over it before running their hands along the length of your thighs. When they reach your sex, they part your lips with a finger and examine you closely from top to bottom.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they step back and survey their work. "Very good," they say coldly. "You may return to the containment unit now."
I go back
The researcher who brought you here earlier returns to the containment unit, their expression unreadable as they prepare another set of fluids for you. They fill one compartment with water and the other with glue before pouring them both over your body in turn, coating you once more from head to toe.
As the slime dries on your skin, you feel a strange mixture of vulnerability and arousal wash over you.
As you wait, another researcher enters the room carrying a large tub of clear gelatinous liquid. They set it down on the floor next to the containment unit and begin to heat it up using an industrial-sized hair dryer. Once it's sufficiently warm, they pour the steaming liquid over your body, coating you in a layer of hot slime that seeps into every crevice and orifice.
The researcher steps back to examine their work, a satisfied smirk playing across their face. "Now," they say quietly, "
The researcher steps forward again, their movements purposeful and controlled. They grip your breast roughly, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger before tweaking it hard enough to make you gasp. Then they slide one hand down your stomach, spreading more glue over the lower half of your frame before slipping two fingers into your slick, unresisting sex. Their free hand moves up, gripping your breast roughly and pinching your nipple even harder now.
The researcher's rough touches send shudders through your body as you writhe helplessly against the glue that holds you in place. Unable to contain their own desire, they roughly spread more gelatinous liquid over your ass and thighs before gripping one of them firmly, pulling it wide open. With a moan, they insert a finger into your tight, resisting hole, thrusting in and out as you squirm and moan beneath them.