Slight Mistake - Part 2 (Commission for RadiantBlaze)

Both women were at a loss as to what to do now. The succubus queen was expecting a quick snack and ended up trapped in an amateurish, yet somehow devilishly effective trap, while Spindra was pretty much just waiting to be devoured in a single gulp and inadvertently created life after seriously screwing up a containment spell. If ever there was a definition for accidental genius, the drider had just stumbled onto it… and now she had no clue what to do with what she made. The slime woman was staring at the both of them, sometimes distancing her eyes so she could do it at the same time, mostly just swivelling her head in order to play up the “cute and confused” look she decided to make for herself. Both Spindra and the demoness she released were far too worried about what they had collectively unleashed to really concern themselves with anything else, making for a great argument on why the drider should deactivate the rune keeping the succubus trapped; then again, the smith still had some sense left in her, plus there was a non-zero chance that creature would end up being friendly. Better to bet on an unknown than release a certain evil.

Unfortunately for the both of them, the thing created from the trapped queen’s power and stolen lifeforce seemed to have inherited little more than an enhanced sex drive and a penchant for showing off, given how much she was putting her body on full display and changing the way her proportions worked; plumping up her butt only to then have it deflate, doing the same to her breasts while flaring her hips out, even giving her lips a bit more mass before going back to normal, all of her form was in a constant state of shift and change, all of it designed to entice, and none of it successful at doing so. Spindra was far too preoccupied by the implications to worry about getting laid at that point.

The slime woman, however, had different plans in mind, as she was very interested in whatever was going through Spindra’s head; before the drider could react, several tendrils emerged from the goo monster’s outstretched arm, wrapping themselves around her head until she was left without any room to breathe! Trying to do so merely invited the syrupy substance itself into her body, clogging her airways further until eventually all that she could do was drown in cold, wet and surprisingly silky-smooth slimestuff… and yet, despite the obvious impossibility of it, she wasn’t actually lacking for air; if anything, every “inhale” of the gooey substance left her even more invigorated than before, as if it was some sort of concentrated energy booster. The more of it she “breathed” in, the more contaminated and stuffed her lungs became and the more comfortable the drider felt, until her mind began to slip away from her control. It was a deliberate tactic employed by the gooey woman, who knew better than to try and simply ask her creator what their kinks were; she needed to break her down until there was nothing in there but the need to indulge, and for that, her own slimy body was just perfect!

In the meantime, all the succubus queen could do was watch in slack-jawed amusement as the creature birthed from her murder spree performed feats of magic she hadn’t seen in millenia, the same kind she expected to see after being broken from her prison. Already her keen vision could sense the subtle changes to the blacksmith’s libido, wearing down her ability to resist and inviting lewd thoughts to the forefront of their mind. The drider didn’t last more than five minutes of that smothering before her hands began to gravitate southward, eagerly rubbing at her slit while thinking about quite literally anything that might arouse her; the goo being stuffed down her throat and into her body was leaving her too weak-willed to resist, and although there was still some part of her shouting at herself to stop, most of Spindra just wanted some… relief. And release as well.

The result? A series of images of varying length and quality flashing through the slime woman’s brain, who eagerly lapped up every last bit of information she could steal from her ‘mother’ while openly pleasuring herself as well, having grown several pairs of arms to ensure every erogenous area on her body could be tended to. What she was being fed was… hard to parse. For a woman stuck living inside of a cave and making a living off of smithing swords and other such sharp implements, the drider had quite the laundry list of fetishes hidden away in that head of hers, a few ones that managed to put several of her more unorthodox tools into a brand new perspective. The slime woman could barely hold onto her own sanity when perusing through the open catalogue that was Spindra’s mind, spoiled for choice really. It was bad enough that even the goo creature, something born out of lust and greed, didn’t know where to start… which obviously only left one option.

She retracted her tentacles, removing so much slimestuff from within the smith that a long smear was left on the ground between them, and even then the drider was left coughing up globs of emerald syrup for several seconds before coming up dry. As far as the goo thing cared, there was only one way to go, and quite fortuitously, she happened to have a perfect battery sitting right there for her to use! Much as the succubus queen would hate it, she was trapped and unable to do anything; by the time the enchantment wore off or Spindra herself grew the courage required to break it, the demoness would be far too weak to do anything to stop her slime progeny… a progeny that immediately began tapping into ambient energies in order to fuel her own ascension.

The local nexus left behind by the drider’s amateurish use of magic was a good enough start, at least for the slime to bulk up until she was a good five or six feet taller than before. The succubus yelped in surprise when the green mass jumped to such a size, banging on the invisible walls of her containment cell and screaming at her captor to let her out, lest something terrible happen to the both of them. Sadly, Spindra was slightly too preoccupied with being completely knocked out and recovering from a small climax, what with her mind and body having been thoroughly filled by the slime’s assault, and could barely even look up to see what that thing was doing to itself. Before either of them could do anything about it, the demoness felt something well up inside of her, a pressure she hadn’t felt in forever… right before both of her breasts erupted with a shower of milk, drawing such a loud moan from the demonic creature that her cheeks were made as red as a tomato!

But the cream wasn’t just falling to the ground and being wasted; her sudden bout of lactation had been triggered by the slime woman precisely so she could take advantage of it. It was simple enough for them to command the fluids to fly over to where her own tits were, opening up the slime nips so they could swallow the delicious white streams. Spindra, looking up, saw as the milk pooled inside each of the goo creature’s breasts, gathering into two increasingly large spheres that, inevitably, caused the bosom around them to grow as well. And yet, despite seeing their bust burgeon with newfound size, the slime thing felt it wasn’t enough; with a snap of her fingers, the flow of milk from the succubus queen practically doubled, right at the same time as the demoness herself bent over from the mind-shattering sensations shooting up from her breasts to her brain. The queen considered bringing her hands to her own chest, maybe stifling the flow manually… but she was a creature of lust as well; the succubus could no more deny that sort of hyper-indulgence obscenity as she could stop breathing on demand, even if she knew she was feeding a raging inferno that would consume both her and the smith beside her.

As for the goo creature, it was soon clear that even having a pair of milky tits that covered most of her torso wasn’t enough; more was needed, but rather than quality, they figured it was best to invest in quantity. The growing balls of undigested milk, still ready to be turned into more of her slimestuff, split in half, and while the original pair of breasts remained at about the same size, the pieces that broke off migrated down her body and managed to create a second set of breasts, one that was fed by the ambient nexus energies that remained until it approached the same volume as the bosom above it. Behind it, the slime’s ass was beginning to fill up as well, drawing upon both extant power sources and, because that creature was clearly not at home unless they were actively making a mockery of everyone around it, by tapping into the most immeasurably vast wellspring of magic nearby: the succubus queen’s very soul.

It was dangerous magic, bordering on the outright suicidal for those who happened to enjoy living, but being a living thing born from the sort of clashing magic that she was, the slime woman felt perfectly free to tap into and drain one of her progenitress’ very lifeforce, much like the demoness herself had done with the villagers before being called back. The main difference of course being that, while a random mortal plebeian wasn’t that much of a snack to someone like the succubus, an infernally burning soul like her own held so much power and energy that one could potentially snack on it for years before it was fully drained; that is, assuming whoever did it was being careful and allowing it to recover from regular feedings. The slime woman… was not. Quite the opposite, in fact, as she openly gorged on it like there was no tomorrow, leaving the succubus feeling like her very body was being drained through a straw and made to inflate that beast of lust, unable to do anything but bang on the walls to her prison with ever-decreasing strength. Her only hope, Spindra, was still out for the count and pretty much unable to do anything at all, leaving only the other two.

An opportunity that the goo thing wasn’t going to pass up. While the constant draining of milk allowed her to fill up her two rows of tits to the point where they began growing again, all the way up until she could split the milk spheres and double her already duplicated number of racks, the direct draining of energy gave that monster the power to add to the rest of her physical form indiscriminately. Not only did she gain several feet in height, allowing her assets to look slightly less ridiculous on her, but her lower body began to expand as well, first around the hips, then with added “meat” to her thighs, and finally a colossal ass that seemed made to dwarf the rest of her body put together. Each cheek alone was probably enough to get that job done, and refused to sit still, even when the slime herself was doing nothing; a single slap was enough to make all of it ripple and jiggle like the gelatin it was made out of, the motions carrying on forever as they crashed into one another. This was, of course, just the beginning, as the slime woman seemed intent on packing as much mass onto  her frame as possible, until the ground she was standing on began to crack, the stone groaning menacingly underneath her weight. And yet, all that thing did was moan like a whore. Undignified, to say the least.

The slime was having the time of her (short) life indulging in the many kinks she’d dragged out of Spindra’s head; she hadn’t been all that convinced that going that wild would be nearly as pleasurable as the drider made it out to be, especially given the blacksmith herself never tried most of those fetishes out for whatever reason, but now that the third and fourth rows of tits were coming in and bloating to match the overstuffed couple of racks above them… she could see herself that large. Hell, she could see herself even larger, and given that the succubus appeared to be as bottomless as they came, there was no reason not to keep going and see where it ended! Already the goo creature was dissolving the milk she drained from the demoness, not just simply using it to physically push the boundaries of her tits outwards, but digesting it for all that it was worth; given its infernal nature, this equated to significant amounts of demonic power, and thus the slime woman wasn’t at all surprised when her many busts, already so massive as to be utterly unreasonable, exploded outwards with newfound size, slamming onto the ground hard enough to send slimestuff flying everywhere. If she had a heart, those things would be growing with every beat of it, but in the absence of one… well, a nice burst of size every second or so would do it just fine. Especially when she had an ass to go with it pressing on her from behind.

In fact, the succubus queen’s main concern quickly went from having her power drained to the very real possibility that she might end up being crushed underneath a collapsing cave or drowned in whatever it was that thing was composed of; what made it extra insulting was that the creature seemed to be having a hell of a time taking advantage of her, if all that screaming and moaning for more were any indication. If ever there had been any chance of Spindra waking up and fixing things, it was swept off the table when a stray tentacle-like appendage wrapped itself around one of her legs and pulled the drider into the growing mass of goo, the smith’s screams muffled after plunging inside. There, it was clear that the translucent, semi-fluid slimestuff was selectively hardening and shifting around in order to get at Spindra’s more… intimate places, a fact that became quite clear once the woman’s blush became visible even through the emerald filter placed between her and the demoness.

Now alone, and pretty much incapable of doing anything at all, the queen was all-but ready to give up. With her willpower eroding, her ability to block the pleasurable sensations coursing up and down her spine began to go away with it, and soon enough the vicious cycle took hold: the constant milking and soul-draining told her she was supposed to be enjoying that travesty, which left her increasingly flustered, thus reducing her ability to resist the allure of it all. Rinse and repeat until even the demonic royalty was unable to hold back her throaty moaning, body bending in odd angles as it struggled against its runic prison.

The slime woman, now with one of her mothers safely stored inside of them, no longer had anyone that could stand in the way of her… whatever it was. Truth be told, there was no plan for her there; the whole point was to just cut loose and see where it took her, so the sudden influx of power had left them more or less aimless beyond a general desire to indulge even harder. And with her tits and ass already taken care of, it was time to move onto the next item on her list: lips. It was an odd one, for sure, but there was something about the sight of having a pair of smoochers so immense that her face would be obscured behind them that made her feel all tingly inside, a sensation she could only imagine was what the mortals would call “arousal”; if that were true, then she wanted more of it!

With very little effort, the slime woman diverted some of the energy flow towards her head, the previously barely-visible lips beginning to plump at an absurd rate, easily going from perfectly normal to touching the underside of her nose in just a few seconds. A few moments more and they were already covering most of her face, and yet they still kept going. Not only that, but those things weren’t the only ones on her body either; with her main mouth unable to scream out in unbridled bliss at what was coursing through her mind, her body had to make do… and seeing as how she already had eight body-obscuring, cave-sized tits to work with, what better place to give herself extra mouths then at the tip of those titanic mounds? It even worked with the whole milk absorption thing she had going: the top pair could drink up the flow even more efficiently, while the three others below it could go to work making sure everyone in a five mile radius could hear exactly what was on her mind!

And on her mind was nothing. Nothing but the desire to grow, imprinted on it at its most basic level, directed by the mind of her mortal mother and fueled by the soul power of her demonic one. The smithy-cave that Spindra had set up in was no longer there, now being little more than a single one of the slime creature’s boobs, all while the slope of the mountain was covered in her gushing fluids. The more that thing grew, the more the peak above her was starting to look genuinely appetizing; it wasn’t just a place to go, but the only thing around that she could use to give herself a proper titfuck at her size. And after that, who knew? With a succubus queen by her side, the sky was the limit!

And she fully intended to get to it.