Prompt of the Week - Week 60

TAGS: Slime/Slimegirl, Growth, Curvaceous, Hyper

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As far as anyone was aware, the safety protocols put in place to keep the various slime samples contained were working perfectly… and they truly were, at least for the near totality of the many, many dozens of individual containment units lining the walls in the facility’s underground levels. Unbeknownst to the researchers there present, however, not all slime was born equal, as its amorphous nature was wont to absorb variable degrees of ambient magical energy whenever it coalesced into a self-ambulatory form; whereas most individual slimes barely ranked as even being self-aware, much less sentient, sheer probability would on occasion produce a specimen that went further beyond, one limited only by their small size. Usually, these smarter slimes would prey upon their kin, absorbing mass until they reached a point big enough to split apart and start the cycle all over again with a new generation; very rarely, however, the confluence of magical currents at a very specific spot during a very specific time imbued an individual slime ball with just enough power that it didn’t so much become aware of its existence as it was gifted humanoid-like intelligence! While most of the time this didn’t translate into anything other than a story spread across so many people that no one remembered where it originated, there were enough of those floating around that it became inevitable for someone to try and make sense of them all; either they had a nugget of truth to them, thus proving the existence of a brand new form of magical life, or they wouldn’t, and the money could be written off as a business expense. Thus it was that a group of wizards at the University of Nelex decided that their time would be well-spent tracking down and acquiring as many slime samples as they possibly could, hoping that if they could imbue one with enough raw magical energy, then they could artificially replicate this mythical process. It wouldn’t produce anything more than a particularly smart glob of translucent emerald goo, but it was always nice to be able to prove themselves right and everyone else wrong; it was the impetus for most scientific discoveries, after all. Sadly, despite their best efforts, none of the wizards involved in the project ever succeeded in creating anything more than a “Grade Two” slime, the same ones that, despite being more intelligent than most of their brethren, were still more or less on the same level as a dog or cat; to prevent any undue predation, each of these samples were sealed inside a rune-inscribed container and stored underground in preparation for incineration at the project’s end. What none of the wizards knew, however, is that they had been successful already, and what they failed to account for was simple self-preservation; the research team was so wrapped up in their little project that they never stopped to think that an artificially-enlightened slime might not want to make itself known, and might possess enough intelligence to recognize that it was far better served pretending to be a dumb animal rather than something which would most likely spend its days locked in a lab. Tired as they were of the same results, it was easy for this particular slime to fool the researchers into thinking it was just like its kin: all it needed to do was make the right sounds, eat whatever they placed in front of it, and warble softly whenever they tried to present it with a puzzle or means of communication. All it took were a couple of days before the various humanoids responsible for its creation gave up and locked the slime inside a containment unit of its own, leaving it to devise an escape plan at its own leisure; granted, if the creature knew that they were scheduled to be burned in a fire pit whenever funding ran dry, it might’ve gone through with things somewhat faster, but even then they had plenty of reasons to try and break free from their prison as quickly as they could: all the other slimes locked away around them. It wasn’t as if they could hurt it, but their presence was… enticing, far more than it had any right to be; the sentient slime might be intelligent enough to compete with the average person in terms of intellectual power, but they were still a slime, and thus cursed with a certain few instincts that they couldn’t really ignore. Surrounded by mass on all sides, there was always a small part of them that resonated deeply with the idea that they should just indulge a bit, that instead of trying to run away, their attention should instead be turned towards ways in which they could break open the containment units and consume; after all, if their less-smart kin did so, it had to be because it was part of their basic coding, and seeing as they grew larger while doing so, the sky was the limit when it came to consumption. For the little green ball of goo couldn’t help but wonder what it could do if only it gorged upon all that extra slime, if only they had the ability to grow and turn themselves into some kind of emerald titan… and that, above all things, was one hell of a motivator for them to get out of their box. The battle still raged on, of course; while the slime attempted to find any way to break through the outside layer of their runic containment, a war was being fought in the background of their mind, between the forces wanting it to just escape as quickly as possible, and those who wished for nothing more than the complete consumption of all slimes in the storage area. It didn’t help that the number of guards posted there was ludicrously low, to the point where long stretches of time would pass without anyone there at all; presumably, there were magical wards in place just in case one of the slimes there breached containment, but given that it fooled the wizards into thinking it wasn’t sentient, the thinking slime was confident they could do so again. Clearly, if the researchers were sloppy enough to leave a bunch of slime balls in a room unsupervised, they couldn’t be the smartest (or at least most cautious) of people, which was only further confirmed when the slime managed to find a small crack in its prison’s walls: a small crack in the glass pane which let outsiders peer into the inside, a very minor little thing that would’ve gone completely unnoticed even under close inspection. It wasn’t on the outside, but it didn’t need to be either; all the slime required was the smallest of openings to force itself into, and even though it was in the inner layer of the thick glass sheet, all it took was some determination and several hours of intensive labor for them to shatter the whole thing entirely, showering the ground in glass shards and giving the small glob full access to the rest of the storage warehouse. Granted, they were about as big as a watermelon and just as graceful was one, so moving from place to place was more a question of trying to roll themselves in the right general direction; they were lucky that no one was there, as the last guard had left the room some ten minutes prior, otherwise they would’ve been easily caught and shoved back into a containment unit. Absent any intervention by the research team, however, there was nothing stopping the little critter from making their way through the many aisles of imprisoned slimes, taking in the sights in what way they could; they could hear their kin, warbling and wobbling aggressively whenever they got near, perhaps wanting to act upon their ravenous hunger after being locked away for so long. They saw a free slime and wanted the same for themselves, aware in some instinctive level that they’d been unjustly restrained and should’ve instead been allowed to roam around to feed on whatever they well pleased. They were envious, in a way, of the one among them who had the ability to escape… and yet, for whatever reason, chose not to. The little one certainly wanted to, or at least part of it did, but there was something else inside of them that pushed them to just… not. There were so many slimes in that room, so much deliciousness that could be consumed and added to their own mass, that it would be a shame, a downright waste for them not to take advantage of it; especially now, with their unrestricted access to the control panels on the outside of each containment unit, now that they could decide who was released and when, giving them a perfect opening to locate a slime of similar size, let them out, promptly absorb them, and then start moving up the ladder. It was monstrous in a way, but part of their lifecycle, so why even bother concerning themselves with it? Most of the slimes there weren’t even self-aware, and a large amount were barely even possessed of any external senses at all; they wouldn’t be eating kin as much as they’d be absorbing a particularly mobile form of gelatinous fungus into themselves… a delicious, almost sugary sort of gelatinous fungus, one that looked so delectable and irresistible as they approached a smaller variety of it, one that promised so many beautiful things when the thinking slime smashed against the panel on the outside of a containment unit, releasing a similarly-sized ball of goo that didn’t last for more than a second before it was completely subsumed into its more intelligent counterpart. This, however, was not enough; it was certainly a snack, and a delectable one at that, but nothing more given its incredibly small size. If the slime wanted something more substantial, they’d have to crack open the larger containment units to get at their gooey insides, and if they wanted to avoid being eaten themselves, they were going to need some extra help: limbs. It wasn’t typical for their kind, not that the slime was aware of it; with their only knowledge being what they had seen in their short stay in the laboratories above ground, they could only assume that adding some legs and arms to themself would significantly help with both mobility and their ability to fight against their larger kin in the ensuing struggle for dominance. The bigger slimes might be more powerful, but that meant very little if they couldn’t get a single strike on, or manage to latch on for quick digestion; thus, the smaller slime rearranged itself, moulding its now-improved total mass into something resembling a small-scale replica of the person she recalled being their main handler: a young woman, no older than thirty, with a bright smile and long hair tied up in a bun. The slime couldn’t really replicate the finer details, but she could mimic the overall shape, even if they were barely three feet tall at that point and lacked the more egregiously endowed assets the wizardess had on her; perhaps later. For the time being, they needed to try out their new body to at least see if it was as functional as she thought it would be; walking around took a bit to get used to, now that her center of mass was so shifted, but after a couple of stumbles and one incident where they accidentally splattered all over the floor, the slime successfully learned the basics of putting in foot in front of the other while maintaining structural integrity. It didn’t do anything to help against the bigger slimes, but she was certain that a few more of the smaller ones and she’d be ready to take on the larger challenges; and indeed, she found that eating her smaller kin was significantly easier now that she didn’t need to fight them for dominance using only a rounded, globular body, as her hands allowed her to plunge her fingers into her prey’s mass and suck it up into herself, simultaneously draining her victim of their ability to resist while improving her own strength. And after the second slime came a third, and then a fourth, a seventh, a tenth, and before she knew it the little slime was nearing on six feet tall and possessed of enough densely-packed mass that she could probably just walk through a wall without even flinching, assuming of course she wanted to; why should she willingly depart from a feast that she wasn’t done with, after all? Ten snacks and yet there were dozens and dozens more, just waiting for her to walk up to them and give them new purpose in the form of additional mass on her body, which she’d kept as a perfect replica of her handler; the slime figured that, should any of the humans decide to come barging in to stop her feeding, then the sight of a translucent humanoid like her might give them enough pause to let her escape… or, now that she thought about it, enough pause to let her take care of anyone that might interrupt her feasting. She was, after all, perfectly capable of digesting a great many things other than more slime, so if anyone was dumb enough to try and put a stop to her rampage, then surely they wouldn’t mind adding to it; then again, the sheer amount of weight on her was reaching a point where she had to do something about it, as the ceiling wasn’t too far up and she couldn’t really just keep adding height onto herself without it eventually forcing her to uncomfortably bend over. Thankfully, there was a solution to this, in that the body that she was mimicking apparently had parts of it that were clearly fat deposits, or at least bits where most of the human’s mass congregated whenever it needed some place to go; sure, they were clearly not as malleable as slimes, but given the sheer variety in their body types, then surely there must be something to it… plus, those two weights she had on her chest probably had some reason for existing, as did the two large orbs directly above her legs and at the bottom of her back. All it really took was for the slime to close her eyes and picture the person she had copied, letting her imagination run wild as she imagined what they’d look like if mass was distributed properly; as a result, her tightly-packed goo began to spread out, filling out her curves without sacrificing a single inch of height, there being plenty of slime to go around. When she opened her eyes again, the emerald giantess-in-the-making could only marvel at how well-rounded her body looked (and quite literally at that), something awakening in the very depths of her mind when she tried to heft a single one of her chest-obscuring breasts and ended up failing to do so… or when she took a step, and the softness of her trunk-sized thighs rubbed against one another just as her couch-sized ass jiggled exactly like it looked like it should. Perhaps it was her magical inception rearing its head; with her existing because a wizardess tried to infuse a regular slime with magic, perhaps part of their personality was imprinted onto her, leaving her not necessarily with the information needed to understand why the sight of her own body aroused her, but at least with the instincts needed to trigger that reaction in the first place. It was enough to get her to lick her lips, even if the slime had no idea why, just as she turned to face the rest of the remaining containment units, hungry beyond her ability to describe it, knowing that she had a perfect excuse to become even bigger: the very ceiling itself. She could’ve kept eating until she broke free from it, as there was a whole building above her, but why should she, when instead she could simply grow upwards until her head reached the polished stone above it, then “realize” the best option would be to start bloating in every other direction in order to compensate? It was the perfect solution, especially since she had no intention of being caught until it was absolutely necessary, even though she was reasonably certain she must have tripped over at least one or two defense mechanisms designed to trip warning bells upstairs. If that was the case though, the researchers had been incredibly quiet about it… which, of course, just meant she had more time to eat, more time to bloat, more time to grow; one slime after another, she added more mass onto her tits, more weight onto her ass, rounder thighs, a pudgier belly, letting her instincts take over as she fed that beast raging within her, begging her to turn her body into what her mind was telling was the “perfect form”. No thoughts were spared for why that was the case, or who even wanted to get together with a ten-foot-tall slime with a bust big enough to fill up a whole bedroom with an ass to match; it just felt right, especially when one of her hands mysteriously began pushing itself into her curves, only to vanish inside of them, consumed by all the pudge.

The noise, however, didn’t go unnoticed, though the conspicuous absence of any guards was more due to them knowing exactly what was waiting for them inside the storage warehouse. They had plans in place for an escaped slime going on a rampage, but that? Some kind of humanoid facsimile with a body so well-endowed that it made most of those present start sweating just thinking about it? That needed reinforcements before they kicked down the door, trembling and barely capable of holding onto their staves and rune books, their eyes widening when they looked up and saw the giantess mere inches away from them, somehow ready for their dynamic entrance.

She was smiling.

And she was licking her lips.