Slime Girl Popsicle
Tags: Inanimate, Slime creature, Melting, Shrinking, Food TF, Slime TF
The car smelled like coconut sunscreen and hot vinyl seats. Flidy sat in the back, watching her own hand wobble every time they hit a bump. Her body was a soft translucent blue, jiggling like jello left out too long, and the summer heat made her feel loose and lazy. Hundreds of years ago, her kind…
The car smelled like coconut sunscreen and hot vinyl seats. Flidy sat in the back, watching her own hand wobble every time they hit a bump. Her body was a soft translucent blue, jiggling like jello left out too long, and the summer heat made her feel loose and lazy. Hundreds of years ago, her kind ruled the world. Slime girls, demons, demi humans, all of them were monsters that burned villages and swallowed knights whole. Then humans got steam engines and guns, and suddenly the scary monsters became very kinky options on the dating market. All tastes and softness available. Flidy squished her own hand to prove the point to nobody. Lillian drove, blonde hair whipping in the wind from the open window. Her sister Madia rode shotgun, black hair in a tight ponytail, dark eyes hidden behind cheap sunglasses. In the back, next to Flidy sat Marie, a quiet girl from Lillian's college class with brown curls and a nervous smile. "Hey Lili, so what are the plans?" Flidy asked. Madia answered instead, turning around with a smirk. "We are on a hunt for boys. What, scared you will melt? We didn't bring any buckets." Flidy's slime bubbled with anger, little pops rising through her chest. **POP POP** "I don't melt just like that! It's just a rumor and even if I did, we regenerate. Even from a finger. Even if most of me is lost, I can restore myself. Are we clear?" Madia's smile didn't reach her eyes. "Fascinating… yeah, I guess we are." 'Regenerate from a finger, huh?' Good to know, Madia thought, sliding her sunglasses back up. Finding a parking spot took ages, and finding a free patch of sand took even longer, but when they finally spread their towels near the water it was pure bliss. Waves rolled in with a soft **HSSSSSH**, seagulls screamed overhead, and the air tasted like salt and fried food from the boardwalk stands. And of course, everyone stared. A slime girl in a black bikini gets attention. Guys walked past slow, eyes crawling over Flidy's translucent body, trying to peek through her slime to see what was under the fabric. She crossed her arms and her cheeks turned a deeper blue. Madia noticed the stares too. She noticed that not a single one landed on her. Her jaw tightened. "Girls, it's SO hot," Madia announced, standing up and brushing sand off her thighs. "Let me pick something for us at the store. Flidy, come on, help me carry." Flidy stood up with a wet **SHLORP** and followed her across the burning sand. "Hey, slime girl. You really get people's attention, huh?" "Me? Yeah, but it's embarrassing. All these stares. They even try to look under my clothes, you know?" Flidy blushed, hugging herself. Madia's eyebrow twitched. "Oh, poor you!" The sarcasm dripped thicker than melted ice cream. The popsicle stand sat at the edge of the boardwalk, a little white shack with a big humming machine behind the counter. The freezer case was empty. Completely cleaned out. "Hey Madie, where's the salesperson?" "Oh no. I guess he ran out of juice." Madia stepped closer, looking at the machine. Its lid stood open, a big steel mixing tank waiting for a fresh batch. "I guess we will have to wait. Or..." The push came fast and hard between Flidy's shoulder blades. "You BITC..." **SPLORSH** Her whole body hit the tank and the paddles caught her instantly. Words turned into bubbling. **BLUB BLUB BLORP** The machine grabbed her slime and pulled it down, folding her over herself, mushing her arms into her chest, her legs into her belly, her face stretching sideways like taffy. 'NO NO NO she pushed me she actually PUSHED me~' The paddles turned and turned. **SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH** Every fold sent a weird jolt through her. Her body had no bones to break, so nothing hurt, but everything FELT. Being kneaded like dough woke up every nerve in her mass at once. Madia calmly fished the black bikini out of the churning blue slime and stuffed it in her bag. The clerk came back, a round man with a sweaty face and a mustard stain on his apron. "Oh, miss, you're back. I'm sorry, we're all out of... wait. Why is the machine full?" Madia smiled sweetly. "Oh, one of your workers came and filled it up. He said it needed flavoring." The man scratched his head. "Oh, was it Mark? Well, I guess I can make one more batch." He dipped a thick finger into the tank. Flidy felt it sink into her. The penetration went deep, wiggling around and after all that mixing her whole mass was hypersensitive. Pleasure rippled out from his finger in warm rings. 'That feels... no. NO. I don't want to admit that~' The clerk licked his finger and made a face. "Eww, too salty. We add some sugar and flavoring, then it should be good!" 'Weird batch...' Mark better not be drinking on the job again, the clerk thought, hauling out the sugar bag. 'Flavoring?!' Flidy screamed inside as the sugar poured into her. Thousands of little crystals sank into her mass. Each one scraped against her sensitive slime as it dissolved, tiny rough edges melting into sweetness and she would have
