Extasia: Noob Mistake - Slime Girl TF
Tags: Inanimate, Caption, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF, Goo TF, Slime TF
DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea? Join the Discord Server. Maybe there is a giveaway so don't miss it! Psss the uncensored version is there as well!Extasia: Noob Mistake - Slime Girl TFBoyka Zorash fumbled with his spear for the fifth time that morning, the weapon…
Boyka Zorash fumbled with his spear for the fifth time that morning, the weapon hit the door as he entered the Adventurer's Guild. Several seasoned adventurers snickered as they passed. "Fuckin' pathetic," one muttered, his gleaming armor a stark contrast to Boyka's mismatched equipment. Boyka's cheeks burned as he retrieved his weapon. At twenty years old, his lanky frame and soft features had earned him the childhood nickname 'Femboy' in his village. "Today's different," he whispered to himself, adjusting his ill-fitting leather gauntlets. "Today, I become a real adventurer." His father's final words still rang in his ears: "Get a job or sleep in the streets. Farming was good enough for generations of Zorashes, but not for you, eh? Well, see how your precious 'adventuring' feeds you." The Guild receptionist barely looked up as Boyka approached. "Mission?" "S-something more challenging," Boyka attempted to deepen his voice. "I've completed five gathering missions already." The woman sighed heavily, sliding a parchment across the counter. "Shadowvale Dungeon. First level only. Gather luminous moss from the entrance chambers." "A real dungeon!" Boyka's voice cracked with excitement. "Don't get killed, Boyka. The paperwork's a hassle." Two hours later, Boyka stood before the big entrance of Shadowvale Dungeon, clutching his spear with white knuckles. "Just the first level," he reminded himself. "Just moss gathering." His footsteps echoed as he entered the dungeon's maw. The temperature dropped immediately, causing him to shiver. Water dripped somewhere in the darkness ahead. A grinding noise from above. Boyka looked up just in time to see a stone block descending. He threw himself forward, rolling clumsily as the trap slammed into the ground behind him. "T-traps! Nobody mentioned traps!" Red eyes gleamed in the darkness ahead. Dungeon rats. Dozens of them. Boyka squeaked in terror, backing away. His heel caught on uneven stone and he toppled backward, tumbling down an incline he hadn't noticed. His torch extinguished as he rolled, finally coming to rest in total darkness. He was in a new chamber. Ahead, something moved larger than a rat. A dungeon slug, pale and bloated, slithered toward him. Panic seized him. He thrust his spear forward with a terrified shriek. The wood shaft sank into the creature's gelatinous body and stuck there. "Let go!" Boyka pulled desperately. The spear shaft snapped, leaving the point embedded in the dying slug. "My weapon!" The creature shuddered and went still. Boyka stared in disbelief. "I... I killed a monster!!!" His voice echoed in the chamber. "I actually killed a monster!" Pride swelled momentarily, until he realized he now stood in a dungeon with half a spear. Then he saw the gleam of metal in the torchlight. A chest, half-concealed behind a fallen pillar. "Treasure," he whispered. "Real adventurer treasure." Inside lay several items: a small pouch of coins, two leather-bound books, a silver necklace, and a glass vial containing shimmering blue liquid. "A potion," Boyka breathed. Without hesitation, he uncorked the vial and downed its contents. The taste was oddly sweet, like honeyed water. Boyka waited for the surge of power, the transformation into a mighty warrior. Instead, the numbness spread from his core outward. He frowned, looking down at his hands. His skin was changing color, taking on a blueish tint that deepened by the second. "What...?" His skin began to glisten, becoming slick and gelatinous. Panic seized him as he watched his fingers meld together, becoming a mess, then losing definition entirely."No! What's happening?!" He tried to run but his legs wobbled unnaturally. He tore at his clothes as they became constricting, his form changing underneath. When he yanked down his pants, his genitals came with them, separating from his body like wax from a mold. "Ahhhh!" His scream gurgled as his throat transformed. Where his manhood had been, only smooth blue gel remained. His entire being seemed to liquefy, his consciousness the only solid thing as his body melted into a puddle of blue slime that slipped through cracks in the dungeon floor, flowing downward. Awareness remained as he dripped into a lower chamber. Instinctively, his substance began to gather, to reshape. He could feel himself reforming, but not into his original shape. Curves formed where none had existed before. His chest expanded into generous breasts, his waist narrowed, and his hips widened. Between his legs, a new opening formed, sensitive and alien. "Unnngh," he moaned, the sound high and feminine. His first coherent thought: 'I'm a girl! I'm a fucking slime girl!!!' Boyka's trembling hands explored his new form. His chest jiggled with each movement, large gelatinous breasts that swayed hypnotically. "Ohhh," he gasped, voice melodic and feminine. The sound of his new voice sent shivers through his amorphous body. When his hands traveled between his legs, he found sensitive folds that sent jolt
