TMI: From slime to slime girl - Slime GIrl TF
Tags: Inanimate, Monster, Anime, Melting, Caption, Breast expansion, Gender bend, Feminization, MTF, Goo TF, Slime TF
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TMI stands for 'The Mapleford Incident' which is a big collab. If you liked this story, check out the other stories here. TMI: From slime to slime girl - Slime GIrl TF Jack sat in his dimly lit bedroom, the blue glow of Minecraft illuminating his stubbled face as he munched on cheese and onion crisps. His fingers clicked rapidly on the keyboard while his mates voices buzzed through his headset. "Lads, I've found a proper spot for our base!" he announced, guiding his blocky character across the screen. The bedroom door creaked open. His girlfriend Fiona stood there in her thin nightie, her auburn hair falling loose around her shoulders. "Jacky, are ye coming to bed soon?" she murmured, leaning against the doorframe. Without turning, Jack barked, "Get the feck out! Can't ye see playing I ahm Minecreft?" Fiona's face hardened. "Right then," she said flatly, slamming the door with enough force to rattle his collection of empty energy drink cans. "Women, eh?" Jack snorted into his microphone. "Right lads, the house is looking grand. Time to get ourselves some diamonds." He crafted a pickaxe with practiced clicks, preparing to descend into the mines when suddenly the room filled with an electric whine. His ancient power strip sparked violently, sending blue-white flashes across the walls. "Jesus Christ!" Jack yelped as his screen exploded in a shower of sparks. Everything went black. When Jack's consciousness returned, he felt... wrong. His body was heavy yet strangely insubstantial. Cool air caressed him from all sides. Beneath him, he felt individual blades of grass poking into his... whatever he was lying on. 'Holy shite, what's happened to me?' His thoughts echoed inside his head, but no sound came out when he tried to speak. Jack attempted to roll over but found himself merely... compressing. With tremendous effort, he discovered he could push himself upward, bouncing slightly before landing. 'I'm... jumpin'? What in the name of...' The world around him looked both familiar and alien. The grass, trees, and sky were blocky yet somehow more vibrant than real life. The sun hung unnaturally large overhead. Jump by jump, Jack made his way toward a marshy area. Each movement caused his entire form to wobble sickeningly. Frogs hopped away as he approached, and cubical cows turned their rectangular heads to watch him pass. 'Am I fecking dreaming? Feels too fecking real to be a dream.' When he reached the edge of a small lake, Jack hesitated before forcing himself forward to look at his reflection in the still water. A transparent green face stared back at him. Square, gelatinous, with simple black eyes. 'FECK! I'M A GODDAMN SLIME!' His mind screamed in panic. 'How? WHY?' His entire body jiggled with rage, each tremor confirming his horrifying new reality. As his panic peaked, he sensed movement behind him. A human figure stood there, but not quite human. It was Steve, the default Minecraft character, but somehow existing in this hybrid world of blocks and realism. Jack bounced backward in terror, trying to escape. Steve's head tilted mechanically, observing this unusual behavior. The character crouched repeatedly. 'I need to talk! Help me!' Jack tried to form words, but his gelatinous body produced no sound. Steve approached slowly, retrieving a lead from his inventory. Before Jack could bounce away, the lead wrapped around his slime body. 'NO! GET OFF ME YE BLOCKY BASTARD!' The resistance was useless. Steve's strength was immense, logically so, as Minecraft characters routinely carried thousands of kilos of materials without effort. Jack felt himself being dragged across the landscape, each bump and ridge sending uncomfortable ripples through his gelatinous form. They approached a small cave dwelling, clearly Steve's starter base. Inside was spartan but functional: a crafting table, furnace, and red bed against the wall. Steve released the lead, and Jack immediately tried to hide in a corner. His movements were pathetically slow. Steve crafted a fence post, attached the lead to it, then secured Jack in place. 'This can't be happening...' Steve disappeared deeper into the cave, leaving Jack tethered and alone. Time passed strangely. Though it felt like only thirty minutes, the sky outside cycled through an entire day-night rotation. When Steve returned, he now wore a diamond chestplate that glinted in the torchlight. The character busied himself at the crafting table, producing an anvil with a metallic clunk. Jack watched in growing horror as Steve placed a name tag inside it. 'Oh no. No no no...' Steve approached, the freshly labeled name tag in hand. He attached it to Jack's slime body. [FUCK SLIME] appeared floating above him. 'WHAT? YE FOCKING BASTARD! CHANGE IT!' Jack's internal shouts went unheard. Steve crouched repeatedly in front of him, then reached out a blocky hand and pushed against Jack's form. The pressure sent strange sensations throughout his gelatinous body, vibrations that felt disturbingly... ple
