Washed Down Slime Girl - Slime Girl
Tags: Inanimate, Monster, Anime, Melting, Caption, 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!Washed Down Slime Girl - Slime GirlThe Tokyo air tasted electric, a sweet hum of sugar and exhaust that Cyanea dran…
The Tokyo air tasted electric, a sweet hum of sugar and exhaust that Cyanea drank in. Sunlight warmed her translucent blue skin, making her entire body jiggle with happiness. This vacation was everything. The desserts alone were worth the flight, tiny gelatin cups filled with perfectly ripe fruit and a subtle sweetness that made American treats feel clumsy and artificial as hell. She felt a wave of pure bliss, her large, perky breasts bouncing with each step. She had spent the entire day indulging, her new shopping bags. The paper handles of the bags from Anashay Suass dug into the soft gel of her fingers, but the contents were worth the minor discomfort. She found a stunning dress with a diamond cutout right over her navel, latex shorts that hugged her round ass without sticking, and even a pair of platform shoes that somehow supported her amorphous feet. She shifted the weight of the numerous bags, her slime arms stretching and reforming around the handles. A quick glance at her phone showed the route back to her rental apartment. Forty-five minutes. A long walk, but the evening was beautiful, the city a symphony of neon and noise. The first drop of water hit her cheek with a surprising coldness. Then another. Within seconds, the sky was grey. Rain fell not in drops but in solid, gray sheets, a vertical river intent on drowning the world. Panic seized her, a cold spike in her gelatinous core. Water. The one thing that could unmake her. Slime and water were a terrible combination her very substance would mix with the downpour, thinning her out, dissolving her until she was nothing more than a blue tint in the runoff, lost forever. Her pace quickened to a desperate, sloshing run. The beautiful city lights blurred into a watery hellscape. Water hammered down on her, each impact a tiny explosion against her skin. She felt her surface becoming slicker, less defined. "Please, car to home!" she yelled at a passing sedan, her voice was a mangled mess of desperation. The driver glanced at her, a flicker of alarm in his eyes, before muttering a quick "Sorry, sorry" and speeding away, his window rolling up to seal her out. Another car just beeped, its horn a mocking blast before it swerved around her. She could feel herself dripping. Not just the rain running off her, but pieces of her own body. Tiny blue globules splattered on the wet pavement, instantly diluted by the water. She ducked under the roof of a closed shop, but the wind drove the rain sideways, offering no real shelter. Her brand new bra, a sexy black lace thing, was losing its form, the fabric sinking into her chest as her slime absorbed it. Her latex shorts followed, becoming a dark swirl within her blue thighs. One of her platform slippers was ripped from her foot by the current of water rushing down the street. Her cute cap, the one with 'SLURP' written on it, was already gone, washed away into the night. Then a larger horror. She looked down just in time to see her left arm lose cohesion. It drooped, stretched, and then detached completely from her shoulder. It hit the ground with a wet smack, puddled into a shimmering blue pool, and was immediately swept toward a storm drain. "Oh no fuck fuck fuck FUCK!" The words were a choked gurgle. She stumbled forward, her movements clumsy and panicked. Her body was giving way. The second slipper was gone. Her feet dissolved next, her legs shortening until she was a wobbling torso. She collapsed onto the sidewalk, the impact sending a ripple through her destabilizing form. Her hands, her things, her head, everything melted into a single, formless mass. Her phone and keys clattered to the concrete beside her puddle of a body. The shopping bags, soaked through, slumped nearby. She was a large, trembling blue puddle, her consciousness flickering within the goo. The flow of rainwater was a relentless force, pulling her, stretching her thin. She felt her body being drawn into the gutter, towards the hungry mouth of the drain. A strange bubbling sensation tore through her as she was sucked downward. There was a swirling, tingling emptiness where her pussy had been, then a similar sensation where one of her breasts used to be. She knew she could regrow them, but the feeling of them being ripped away by the current was a bizarre violation, a phantom pleasure that made her entire mass bubble with a low, wet moan. "Mmmmmphhh!" She was in the pipes now, tumbling through the dark, filthy tunnels, the water trying to pull her apart, to mix with her until Cyanea ceased to exist. The last of her awareness faded into the roaring darkness. Consciousness returned slowly, a thick and foul awareness. "Was it all a dream?" The smell hit her first, a gagging stench of rot and filth and human waste. "Ewwwwww!" The word was a silent thought, a burst of pure disgust in her muddled mind. She felt dirty, her entire being contaminated. She was more water than slime, a thinned-out, soupy mess. She tried to clench her slimy teeth, a gestu
