Slimy Mixture

Slimy Mixture.

              “Jessel, you are working too hard.”  Brandon crossed his arms.  “You need to call it a night already.”

              “No.”  She stared at the glowing test tube in front of her.  “Ben wants a way for us to shrink people, and I am going to work countless sleepless nights until I get it working.”  She turned her head and looked at her college.  “You saw the news.  A giant woman rampaging through Galensburg.  A group of giant women taking over a town and doing gods knows what to people.  We have to do whatever we can to make sure people don’t abuse the size we were given.”  She took a deep breath.  “To ensure that if some freak accident causes us to grow that, we don’t go crazy with power.”

              “Look, I know we have a lot of people counting on us, but you can’t run yourself into the ground.  This will take time.  The Fredrick’s Fancy company was trying to figure out how to shrink people for years, and they could never crack the code.”

              “Well, those fools never had someone like me.”

              Brandon walked to the door. “Jessel, you are not. . .”  He sighed. I will call you around midnight, okay?”  When she didn’t respond, he closed the door and left.

              “Did you say something?”  She turned her head and dropped the glowing vial in her hand.  “Ahhhh!”  The glass shattered, blue and green liquid covering the floor and her shoes.  “Damnit!”  She bent over, her fingers touching the glowing goo.  “I just got these shoes.  And there goes a month’s worth of research.  Ughh.”  She stood up.  “I am going to have to start all over again.”

              Jessel slammed her hands on the table.  “I don’t have time for this!  There are fucking gigantic people running amuck all over the country and. . . ughh.”  She took a deep breath.  “It’s okay.  You still have everything on the computer.  You can just come back tomorrow and work on it.”  She walked over to the sink.  “I better get this cleaned off anyway.  I don’t want anything to happen to me before I can double and triple-check what effects it will have on people.  It is still way too early in the testing phases.”  She took a deep breath.  “It should be safe enough for it to be on my hands, though.”  She laughed before shutting off the water.  “I am going to be perfectly fine.”

              ***

              Later that night, Jessel stumbled into her apartment.  “Ugh, maybe Brandon was right.  Maybe I should have headed home sooner.”  She rubbed her chin.  “Ugh, I feel like fucking hell.”  She stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing her side.  “I need something.”  She grabbed some Advil out of the cupboard, her hands shaking.  “Ughhh. . .”  Jessel moaned.  “What is wrong with me?”  She dropped the pill contain.  “I feel so fucking hot.  So. . . ughh.”

              As she fell into the nearby chair, the room began to spin.  “Ughh, maybe putting my hand in experimental goo wasn’t such a bad idea.”  She moaned as her chest began to heat up.  “Ughhhhh!  I need to call Brandon.  He will know what to do.”  She reached into her pocket, her nipples hardening.  “Ohh fuck.  I. . . why does this feel so weird.  So good?”

              As she pulled out her phone, Jessel could feel sweat begin to drip down the back of her neck.  “I just. . . need to focus.  Just need to go a little bit down my contacts.”  She dialed his number and pressed the phone against her ear.  “Come on.  Pick up.”  Her blouse began to feel tight.  “Pick the fuck up.”  She pulled at the collar of her outfit.  “Why am I sweating so much.  My nipples feel so hard, and my boobs won’t stop rubbing. . . oh god, they feel so. . . soooo. . .”

              “Jessel?  What is going on?  Why are you moaning?”

              “Brandon.  I think. . . something was wrong with my formula.”  She took deep breaths.  “I spilled some of it on my skin.  Now my body is heating up rapidity and. . . so hot.  So. . . fucking hot!  OHHHHHHHHHH!”  She slammed her foot down rapidly as her boobs bounced about inside her blouse.  “Fuckkkkkk!”

              “Are you okay?  Speak to me.”

              “You need to come over right away.  I am having a weird allergic reaction.  Everything feels tight.  Everything feels sensitive.  So sweaty.”

              “Huh?”

              “Just hurry!”  She hung up the phone, her hand on her chest.  “Oh god.  I. . . ughhh.  . .”  She moaned, her chest moving up and down with every breath as her lab coat became drenched in sweat.  “I. . . . feel. . . like I am. . . going to. . . burst.”  She gripped the armrests of her chair as the pressure inside of her increased, her lab coat suddenly tightening.  “Ahhhhh!”  She watched in shock as her chest suddenly swelled a few inches, her boobs slamming into her lab coat.  “Ugh.  Ugh. . .”  She struggled to sit down as her breasts thrashed about.  “What is going on?”

              Her clothing was now drenched, and her entire body felt hot.  “I. . . need to get something to cool me off before Brandon comes.  Whohh!”  She fell onto the floor as she tried to stand, her breasts breaking her fall.  “Ughhh.”  She moaned, noticing how liquidly her bosom felt as she bounced about on her breasts.  “This isn’t right.”  She tried to push herself up, but it felt like she was struggling to swim in a pull with weights against her ankles.  “How can my breasts feel so full and yet be soo loose?”  She moaned, her pants suddenly feeling tight.  “Ugh, no.  I don’t need to grow any bigger.”  She grabbed the carpet with dripping-wet hands.  “Ughh, my ass. . . my fucking ass. . .”  Jessel’s eyes rolled into her sockets as she licked her lips.  “Oh, why does this feel so good?  So, fucking good?”  She moaned as her rear end swelled a few more inches, pressing tightly against her dripping wet slacks.  “Ughh, I just feel like I could. . . like I could. . .”  She slammed her hand against the ground.  “Fuck!”

              As she lifted her hand into the air, it began to drip like a faucet.  “Oh, I feel so goddamn good.”  She rubbed her chest.  “I will have to run some tests on my body.  Oh god, just thinking of it makes me want to. . . to. . .”  She slid her dissolving hand into her pants, feeling it mix with her pussy.  “I feel lighter.  I feel. . . oh god, that feels good.”  She moaned as she slowly shrank, her body oozing away.  “I. . . think I am melting.  Oh, but I don’t care.  This feels soo good.”  She slapped her ass before her hand melted away entirely.  “Heheh, if only I had more time to figure out how to control this properly.  I would. . .”  She moaned.  “Oh god. . . ohh. . .”

              Soon, Jessel was nothing more than a puddle on the ground.  But after a few moments of silence, her moaning continued, and she began to rise, up and through her clothing. “Ohh fuck. . .”  Blue gooish liquid moved to her will and slowly took a feminine form once more.  “Oh god.  This feels amazing!”  She sat there in the middle of the room with only her head and torso intact.  “I. . . I don’t know what happened, but I think I might be able to. . .”  She moaned.  “I might be able to control this if I can stop thinking about. . .”  She licked her lips, her breasts growing a few inches.  “If I can stop thinking about how this makes me feel.  It just feels so damn good.”  She rubbed her breasts, blue goop dripping from her hardened nipples.

              “Ugh, but I am not going to get any tests done if I don’t focus.”

              “Why do you have to test anything, Jessel?  You are so wonderful in your new state.  Besides, if you tell anyone, that would mean they would turn you into a lab rat.  You don’t want that, do you?”

              She snorted.  “I don’t think anyone would experiment on me.”  She tenderly rubbed her breasts.  “Look at me.  Look at my slimy goodness.  Who would dare.”

              “Your boss would.  If anything went wrong with the—”

              Jessel snorted and waved the thought away.  “Look, I just want to enjoy this.  Fuck Ben.”  She moaned, her breasts swelling again.  “I am. . . just. . . I want to enjoy this.”

              There was a sudden knock at her door.  “Jessel.  Jessel!  It’s me, Brandon.  Are you okay?”

              She gulped.  “Fuck.  He can’t see me like this.”  She moaned and focused all her might on reforming her body.  “Ughhh.  . .”  Slowly, she was forced upward, her body dripping wet as she stood naked in the middle of the room.  “There.”  Jessel took a deep breath as she rubbed her blue round ass.  “I. . . I did it.  I am back after almost dissolving.”  She gulped.  “But I am fucking blue!”

              “Jessel!  If you don’t open this door, I am coming in there!”

              She turned back and forth.  “I have to think of something.  I just. . .”  She moaned.  “Come on.  Come on. . .”  Her skin began to bubble, and the outer layer of slime slowly changed shape to become a more familiar shade of pale skin color.  “Huh?  I can do that?”  She laughed.  “Change color and size.  What can’t I do?”  She slapped her ass.  “I am so fucking cool.  So cool.  So cool.”  She gulped as she realized she was still naked.  “Oh fuck!”

              Jessel scrambled to put on her clothes as Brandon opened the door. “Jessel!”  he stared at her. “Are you okay?”

              She leaned against the nearby table, trying to keep a straight face.  “Of course, I would be.  Why wouldn’t I be?”

              Brandon walked over to her.  “Because on the phone, you sounded in distress.”  He narrowed his eyes at her lab coat.  “Why are you wearing that?  It looks like you were in a rainstorm.”

              “Oh, silly me.”  She looked at her drenched outfit.  “I guess I didn’t even notice.”

              “You didn’t notice you were in a soaking wet outfit?”  She shrugged.  “Is there something going on?”

              “Nope.  Nothing.  Nothing at all.”

              He arched an eyebrow.  “Well, you don’t mind if I stay here with you until I am sure you are okay.”  He sat down on the couch.”

              Jessel snorted.  “No, I am good.  I think you should leave.”  She walked over to him and put her hands on his shoulders.”

              “Why are you dripping wet?”

              Jessel took a deep breath, trying to keep herself under control.  “Like you said.  I was just outside.”  She could feel the heat inside her rising again.  “Is there a problem with that?”

              “Well, maybe you should go dry off.”

              Jessel shook her head.  “No, no.  I would never do anything like that.  Why the sheer thought of someone rubbing against me is just. . .”  Her face flashed blue for a second.  “Too much to bear.”

              “I didn’t say. . . wait, what is going on with your face?”  He gulped.  “Are your breasts growing?”

              Her cheeks turned bright red.  “Huh?”  Jessel shook her head.  “No.  Why nothing of the sort happened.  Why would you think that silly?”  She smiled at him.  “I am just your normal co-worker.”  Her breasts slowly grew.  “You want to head out now?”

              He stood up and pressed his finger against her right boob.  “Jessel?”

              The moment his finger pressed against her breasts, she cried out in ecstasy, her skin turning bright blue and her breasts swelling a few inches.  “Fuckkkkkk!”  She moaned as her liquid essence dripped down her body.  “Don’t do that.  It makes me feel. . . soo. . .”

              Brandon jumped back.  “What the fuck?”

              Jessel laughed.  “What?”  She took a step forward.  “You don’t like the new me?”  She giggled.  “Because I love the new me.  Everything feels so wonderful.  I have full control over my entire body.”  She felt her ass swell a few inches.  “I feel so plump now.”  She slapped her ass.  “Oh, that felt good.”  She licked her lips.

              “How. . . how did this happen?”

              “Umm, remember the little experiment from today?”  She laughed and flipped her hair.  “I got some of it on my body.”

              Brandon snorted.  “We need to report this at once.”  He turned around.  “Ben and the others.”

              She grabbed him by the shoulders.  “No one is going to find out that I am some kind of slime girl.”  She moaned as she pulled him in close.  “No one, you hear me.”  She moaned widely as her boobs became bigger and bigger, pressing against Brandon’s body.  “Oh god.”  She fell down onto his body, her thickening thighs rubbing against his body.  “Now you are going to promise me you aren’t going to tell anyone.  Or. . .”  She kissed him.  “Or I might just have to lock you up here for the rest of your life.”

              Brandon moaned.  “I. . . why would I. . .”  His gaze was fixed on her.  “I. . .”  He moaned.  “I won’t tell anyone.”

              “Good boy.”  She kissed him as she pulled his hand down towards her pussy.  “You might get more time like this for being so good,” she whispered into his ear as she pressed her breasts against his body.  Her breasts pressed tightly against his body as she felt his dick thump against her left thigh.  “Now, don’t get too happy, Brandon.”  She giggled.  “You might have to earn that.”  She kissed him.

              “But. . .”

              She stood up and put her finger to his lips.  “I promise there will be more where that came from if you help me.  Besides.”  She moaned.  “My body is so sensitive I. . . can hardly contain myself.”  She took a deep breath as her hands rubbed her body, her fingers rubbing around her pussy.  “It’s as if my slimy body is just. . . ugh. . . I don’t know how to describe it.  I just feel so. . . ughh. . .”

              Brandon slowly got to his feet.  “We could run some tests.”

              She shook her head.  “No tests!  I am not a lab rat!”

              “I mean off the book.  That way, you won’t be moaning at work.”

              She took a deep breath.  “I guess so.  But as long as no one else finds out!”  She pointed a dripping finger at him.  “You got it!”

              He waved his hands.  “I got it.  Besides, I know what you will do to me if I try and cross you.”