Slime, Part 3
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Summary: Eve finds herself pregnant with a strange, alien slime, and starts giving birth to slime babies. Contains: Female: belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, alien impregnation, unbirthing, and more.
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Eve tried to push the slime off her gently with her hands, but it stuck unyieldingly to her body, even maintaining the rounded shape while bobbing slightly. Harder shoves offered no results, except making her wince. She was surprised that it hurt to attempt to detach the slime. It had adhered itself like super glue to her skin.
Eve attempted to coax the slime, first sweetly, then in lower, admonishing tones. Regardless of which she used, it would not be persuaded. Eve hesitated, and even stood near her radiator, hoping the change of temperature might cause a reaction, but then she thought better of it, and stepped away. She did not want to antagonize a volatile slime alien, one she still knew so little about.
Eve tried not to panic as she looked at the clock. Work was in just an hour, and she certainly couldnt make a habit of calling out sick when the slime wanted to act up, ambivalent as she felt about her continued employment at the lab.
Even hesitated and deliberated for a moment, before finally coming to a decision she wasnt sure she was fully committed to. She got dressed as appropriately as she could, finding few tops that could fit over the mound of slime, so instead donning one of her ex-boyfriends T-shirts. She threw on some leggings and wrapped her lab coat over her shoulders, even though it had no hope of buttoning closed.
She had feebly hoped that at some point in the process, the slime would grow bored or annoyed, and detach, but it was still firmly adhered to the skin of her abdomen.
Heaving a heavy sigh, Eve grabbed her keys and headed for the door. What if something happens at the lab? What if it acts up? Or detaches? Or causes a scene? Or But she was already in her car, driving off towards her workplace. She felt doomed in a way, but simultaneously, knew that things had been escalating for a while, and shed never had any control of the slime in the first place. There was no way she could continue on with any sort of discretion, not when the slime did what it wanted. Maybe it was time to reveal it once and for all.
When she walked into the lab, she almost expected the slime to instantaneously burst out of her clothes. It gave a strange lurch, but nothing more. One of the senior scientists paused in passing her by the door. He did a double take.
I didnt know you were pregnant, he said. You certainly werent yesterday, he added in good humor.
Eve reddened. Im notwell, its a very long story, sir.
I see A group of biologists probably isnt the best control group for a psychological experiment, he said in a gently remonstrating tone.
Eve shook her head. I know sir. This is um medical and personal. I promise its not a joke or game, or some experiment.
He simply raised a brow and continued on towards his desk.
Eve tried to be discreet.
She wasnt the most essential employee anyway. Most of her duties took place in the background of her superiors, and for once, she was grateful. Some people did give her quizzical looks, but no one could seem to offer more than a second or two of appraisal. The work was too critical and precarious for any one person to pause and try to figure out if oh-whats-her-name was supposed to be pregnant.
Suddenly Eve didnt mind being oh-whats-her-name.
Eve found her gloved hands often drifting to rest on her shirt, and the mound of slime heaving gently beneath it. The feel of the slime was changing somehow. She swore she could almost feel the sensation of her shirt pulling against it. It felt like it was somehow becoming her skin. But that was ridiculous.
Eve went to the bathroom and pulled up her top.
The slime was spreading. It was now encompassing her breasts in its fluorescent green color. What are you doing? she murmured in quiet frustration. Again, she trailed her fingers tentatively along the slime. It really did almost feel like her own skin, and that scared her a little.
Somehow she got through the rest of the work day without her secret getting out. Before she could make a hasty departure, however, her boss, Mr. Smitt, pulled her aside to have a word.
Eve, you didnt disclose that you were pregnant, he said reprovingly as he ushered her into his office. Were working with alien organisms. We cant have you
Im not pregnant, Eve cut in.
Mr. Smitt sent a doubtful look to her stomach. Eve, this is a very serious matter. I need you to be honest with me.
Im not pregnant, Eve repeated firmly.
Smitt seemed lost for words. Several times, he opened his mouth, as though to argue, but stopped himself and looked uncertain.
In his state of indecision, Eve decided to take over. I appreciate this meeting, sir. Have a good evening, she added as he departed.
When Eve got home that night, she went straight to her full-length mirror, stripping all the clothes on her upper body in the process. She regarded herself. The slime was still firmly in place, and as placid as it had been all day. She could detect subtle changes, however. The slime was thicker on her breasts, making them look fuller, and creating nipples that were larger and more defined than hers were. The slime on her belly had become slightly more distended as well, even having created an outward-protruding belly button at some point during the day.
So weird, Eve breathed, turning to her side, scrutinizing the form she made, and regretting it. Her profile was even worse than the front view.
Lightly shaking her head, she went to the bathroom and sat down to relieve herself, but when she did, she was alarmed to feel not liquid, but something squishy and cool pushing out of her opening, making her scrunch up her face at the combined feelings of pleasure and disgust. What the hell she said as she finished and got to her feet. She turned around and looked into the toilet bowl.
A lump of slime sat within.
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What the hell, Eve repeated for the umpteenth time, as he paced her living room, absently rubbing her hips, which were feeling somewhat tense with the extra weight against them. Though the slime could typically be very light, it seemed to be steadily increasing its density against her.
The whole situation was progressively becoming more alarming. The slime was inside of her againsomehow. She wasnt sure when it might have re-entered. But if she really thought it over, this whole situation had started with a tiny smear of slime residue behind her ear. The slime could have entered her in microscopic amounts. In fact, some of the slime that had forced its way into her opening might not have even left her as she had originally thought it had.
Now she wasnt producing excrement of any kind, just slime, which was both concerning and nauseating. She wasnt sure how it was possible, and began to wonder if the slime could absorb the contents of her digestive track, like food and waste. It seemed to be occupying her digestive system like a parasite might. She knew from earlier experience that it might also be occupying her womb.
Who knew what other body systems it could be entering. It could kill her at any moment.
And yet it hadnt. It took some amount of intelligence to navigate the human body and know where to go to avoid doing harm. The slime inside her had been maneuvering around easily. She was completely oblivious of whether it had the intelligence on par with a pet, a parasite, or even a human being.
She needed to sleep on this. Her mind was too frenzied. In the morning, she would determine her next course of action. And again, she found herself feebly hoping that the slime would cease its silly game by then.
But it did no such thing. When Eve awoke the following morning, she wearily regarded herself, and could easily tell that the slime had again grown in mass, stretching out her night shirt at both the belly and the chest.
She looked as though she was fully pregnant, body preparing to nurse. Her slime breasts were distinctly bloated as though engorged, and the slime-nipples were even more swollen than before.
She groaned and fidgeted between the ever-increasing weight. She felt severely constipated, like she had to go at that moment. Eve heaved herself up and waddled to the bathroom, cupping her flanks awkwardly. She sat on the toilet and pushed, and again experienced the squishy sleek sensation of something that wasnt feces. She screwed up her face and worked to purge it all the same.
Eve was so surprised by what occurred next, it took her a moment to actually react to it. There was a strange creeping sensation. She could feel the trail of slime steadily sliding out of her anus, but rather than plopping down into the toilet, it curled forwards, and migrated towards her vagina.
Eve sat frozen, thighs tensing as she felt the slime that was presently exiting her anus force its way past her labia. Completely aghast, she unthinkingly reached down and tried to scoop it away, but now the slime was soft and gooey. It coated her fingers to easily slip through, and she couldnt grab much of it. It pushed its way into her vagina all the faster, inching its way towards her womb as she groaned and shuddered. She felt a twinge of pain in her gut that just made her push harder to aid the slime still exiting her rectum.
Christ, she whispered.
When it was over, she was too flabbergasted to even get up. She didnt know what to do. This was the most bizarre situation imaginable. Even as she perched there, she dealt with feelings of pressure, tightness, and a little bit of nausea. There was a strange lurching sensation shallow in the slime, not deep where her stomach had ached with the urge to defecate, but much closer to the surface.
Eve wearily rested her hands on the firm slime-gut, wishing she knew what its plans were. TAgain, the slime distinctly had the sensation of her own skin. She lightly trailed her fingernails over it, and felt the prickles of contact. There was no denying it. She hesitated, and pinched the slime slightly. Ow, she hissed, as she felt the pain of the squeeze. Eve even glided her hands up to her slime-breasts, over the swollen nipples, and almost bucked at the sensitivity of them. Oh god, she thought.
The slime really was becoming a part of her. Her nerves seemed to encompass it, and she could feel the sensations on the slime as though it was her very own flesh.
Eve heaved herself up, but she felt even more hopelessly baffled.
She decided to try going through some of the procedures at the lab, where the slime was limp and lifeless. Maybe this was reversible. Eve made an ice bath for herself in her tub. Steadily, she eased herself in.
At first she sat stubbornly, violently shivering, but then she could oddly feel herself growing warmer, as though the temperature of her body was progressively rising, until she was burning hot and fanning herself, much of the ice in the bath starting to melt.
Holy shit, she murmured. The slime had adapted, and so rapidly. She had doubts as to whether anything could render it inactive by then. It was too malleable in every facet.
The ice had melted, and the water was lukewarm by then. Panting in her heated state, Eve could feel her body temperature gradually lowering to normal.
She began to try to heave herself up, but stiffened, and groaned. Something was happening at her...groin now. She fidgeted as something began to push and emerge, not huge, but large enough to fully occupy her passage. It was hot and heaving, and had to be the shape of a rod. Ngghhh mmghhhhh ohhh she groaned as it steadily spread her lips and began to emerge, shuddering past her swollen labia.
