Office Party - Jello TF
Tags: Inanimate, Melting, Object TF, Caption, Shrinking, Objectification, Food TF, 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 versions are there as well!Office Party - Jello TFEveryone at the local financial firm knew two things about Violet. The first was that she wa…
Everyone at the local financial firm knew two things about Violet. The first was that she was a slime girl, her entire body made of thick translucent green gel that held a vaguely human shape through what she called sheer force of personality. The second was that she was the biggest bitch in the building. She ran HR with an iron fist, or at least a wobbly green one, filing complaints against anyone who looked at her wrong while making damn sure nobody could file anything against her because she was the one who processed the paperwork. Short curly purple hair that floated in her gel like seaweed in water, round glasses that somehow stayed on a nose made of slime, violet eyes that always looked like they were judging you for existing. She wore a white button-up blouse over black latex lingerie that was visible through her translucent body if you looked too closely, which she would write you up for doing, even though she clearly wore it on purpose. Black heels clicked beneath feet that left faint wet prints on the office carpet. The worst part was the acid. Her slime was mildly corrosive, not enough to melt skin but enough to leave a sting that lasted for hours. She used this to her advantage constantly. Bumping into people in the hallway, letting her shoulder graze their arm, watching them wince while she smiled that tight little smile of hers. One time Marcus from accounting accidentally brushed against her ass in the break room, the thing jiggled for a solid five seconds because it was massive and made entirely of wobbly green gel, then his palm turned red with a chemical burn that took three days to fade. When he tried to file a complaint, she just looked at him over her glasses with those violet eyes and said, "I will get to your paperwork when I get to it," which meant never. 'Nobody files against me because I AM the filing system.' That was her favorite thought, the one she came back to every time someone gave her a dirty look across the office floor. The office holiday party changed everything. It was held in the big conference room on the twelfth floor with cheap decorations taped to the walls, a folding table covered in snacks and a playlist of terrible holiday music playing from someone's bluetooth speaker. Violet showed up fashionably late wearing her usual outfit, blouse buttoned to the collar, black latex bra visible through her green torso, matching latex panties with a little pink bow on the front, sitting snug against her gel hips. She made a beeline for the drinks because, despite being the most uptight person in the building, she loved alcohol more than she loved making people's lives difficult. The problem was that slime girls process alcohol about ten times faster than humans, so two drinks hit her like twenty. She knew this. She did not care. Three cups of spiked punch later, she was wobbling more than usual, her body losing some of its rigid shape, her edges getting soft and bubbly. That was when Dean walked up to her. Dean worked in the IT department, a quiet guy with messy brown hair who kept to himself mostly, except Violet had been on his case for weeks about some bullshit HR violation she invented because he forgot to sign a form. He had been looking for payback, waiting for the right moment, carrying something in his jacket pocket that he bought from MonsterKinky, the shop downtown that sold products designed specifically for monster girls. "Hey, Violet," he said casually. "Bet you can't do another three shots without losing your shape." Her violet eyes narrowed. Her gel body rippled with offense. "I can drink YOU under the table, tech boy!" "Prove it! Three shots each, loser has to do whatever the winner says." 'This little worm thinks he can outdrink ME?' She grabbed the bottle from the table, poured three shots, knocked them back one after another while Dean did the same. The alcohol hit her like a truck but she held her shape through pure stubbornness, her body wobbling dangerously while she gripped the table edge for support. Dean was swaying too, but he was still standing. Violet's left arm started to droop. "I win," Dean said. "You did NOT win, I am perfectly FINE..." Her right knee buckled, splashing green gel onto the carpet. She caught herself on the table. "Okay... FINE! You won... what do you want?" Dean reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a small packet of white powder, the kind that came in those discreet black bags from MonsterKinky with the little skull logo on the front. Violet recognized it immediately. It was Slime Girl Gelatin powder. Specifically designed for slime girls. One dose turns liquid slime into solid jello, firm enough to hold shape without any effort but also firm enough to be grabbed, squeezed, pulled apart. "You are NOT putting that in me!" "A bet is a bet, Violet!" She stared at him. Her gel body bubbled with anger, little green pockets of air rising through her torso. She could refuse. She could walk away. But Violet had never backed do
