“Heather, dear, come here! It's time for you to eat!” An older slime woman announced. In reaction, a pitter patter of wet slaps headed in her direction, and an excitable young girl slid around a corner. Her deep violet body dripped behind her, leaving a small trail of Royal slime. She was too young to properly keep her form.
 
 
Her mother, a very ancient slime, who had been queen for many centuries, was getting ready to pass on, and that meant readying her daughter to be ruler. In just a short two millennia, she would die, and her little daughter would take over for her. That meant passing down all the heirlooms, including the Queen's favorite.
 
 
The little girl stood expectantly, waiting for the queen to present her teat, but it never came. Instead, she was only given a loving, and dull, gaze from the old, faulty-sighted woman. “You are too old for that now. It has come time for you to eat on your own.”
 
 
“Really, Mama? I get my own tummy?” She asked, a sparkle in her gentle yellow eyes. She looked around, but saw no humans coming in, the large castle chamber remaining empty. Moonlight spilled in through the window, passing into their violet forms and illuminating them from the inside. Sitting inside the older slime was a young girl. She was perhaps 16 or 17 on the outside, curled up inside of the large belly that bulged from her presence. Her face was relaxed, in a deep slumber, as her blonde hair acted wings, cradling around her small, chubby body.
 
 
The slime queen pointed. “You will get her. She has been in this Royal family for a very long time, much longer than I. I received her from my Mother, and she from hers. Now, I hand her down to you, child.”
 
 
The little slime was honored, and confused. “How did she live for so long? I thought humans live for a very short time?” She asked, peering at the pale skinned girl with the utmost wonder.
 
 
“Yes, they live very short lives. However, a human infused with a slimes magics, from spending decades and centuries inside the Royal jelly of countless slime queens, the human loses its ability to age.” The Queen said. “This human has a very long history, and she spent every second of it inside of the Royal Queens. She can be your best friend, or simply your stomach, but she will be with you your whole life. Are you ready?”
 
 
Heather almost nodded her head. She took hold of her ambition, and took rise her curiosity. “But Mother, what will happen to you? How are you going to eat?”
 
 
The old slime laughed, her jiggly body shuddering with motion. “Do not fear for me, girl. I will spend my days able to suckle on the breasts of every fine wet nurse in the country. You will focus on the kingdom and your studies, with me, your teachers, and this tummy, to guide you. Are you ready?” She asked again.
 
 
This time, Heather did not hesitate. “Yes, Mother.” She sat still, and watched as the antique slime rose high, her thick, gooey legs holding her at a staggering twelve feet, the tallest slime of all as Queen. One day, Heather would get to be that tall.
 
 
The Queen focused the slime in her stomach, and retracted it, pulling her slimy body out of every pore, hole, and crevice it had been resting in the stomach. This made it gurgle and sputter, lungs that had spent centuries unused and full of Oxygen rich goop suddenly forced to work again, her bulging tummy being sucked of slime as it poured out of her vagina, ass, and mouth.
 
 
She dropped from the slimy body, and into the giant hand below her. Gently she was placed down on the ground, stumbling slightly as she found her legs. The slime girl walked over to her, almost a whole two feet taller. Not only was the human short, but the slime tall, standing at 7 feet while comparatively only a toddler.
 
 
“Thou mine new slime? Cute; verily.” She spoke monotonous and dry, her words almost dribbling out of her mouth, and had only the most uninterested face.
 
 
This was normal, Heather thought. Humans do not have emotions, they never show up. In all the textbooks, all the artwork, they appear stoic and unfeeling. Depicted in tapestry or parchment with little more than an amused raise of the cheek at most. “Yes. Thank you.”
 
 
Heather was unsure of what to do next. She looked for help. Mother pointed to her mouth, and mimed a swallow, before patting her tummy. Heather nodded, slapping her hands onto the belly, and lifting her into the air. She was unsurprised to say the least.
 
 
She gave a cock of her head, before closing her eyes. Heather took that as a go ahead, and opened her mouth, sliding the girls feet in. The girl shuddered, be it because Heather was cold or because it felt nice, but made no movement against it. Heather liked the taste of her new stomach, her slime sliding along every bit of skin with eagerness. Her throat became a swirling whirlpool, sucking her tummy in faster, and tasting her with speed.
 
 
To describe, was a salty and savory exterior. It spilled from every pore. Underneath was a more sweet meat, candy in flavor with a texture taught and smooth. Heather reached her tummy's torso, three holes for her to explore. Without much control of her body, Heather waited until she seeped in, rather than enter on her own, and was permitted to taste.
 
 
Inside the back hole was a wet, bitter and sour taste, with springy meat that she could sink into. The front had two, one with a sweet, creamy nectar that she very much liked, the muscles sucking her in and causing the girl to moan loudly. She had a strange look on her face -- Heather wondered why.
 
 
The last one was very small, filled with a more watery, savory and sour fluid, that had a strange attractive taste despite it being a little hard to taste without cringing.
 
 
Heather moved on, sucking the girl in deeper. Her breasts were quite shapely, but the teats too small. Despite Heather being unable to enter the boobs herself, she could sense the presence of her mother and many other Royal slime within, the last life force of every single Queen to have ever used this tummy. Heather wondered how conscious they all were in there, filling out this humans boobs and living on her milk. Was the first Queen still alive? Could she be extracted and live on once more?
 
 
“I know what you are thinking, Heather. Every slime to have used that stomach ended up inside her breasts, but there's not enough there to reconstruct a full entity. They, and I, will live on with our minds, but only inside of those breasts, and inside of you.” The old slime said, watching in fascination as her daughter sucked down the last of her new stomach.
 
 
The little girl curled up as once before and before and before, her hair filling out the space around her in the purple stomach. Heather rubbed her hand along her tummy -- both pieces of fluid melding together for a brief moment -- feeling herself get sucked into the tummy's lungs. Her slime, filled with the air around her, was used by the girl's lungs, feeding blood to power her muscles. Heather could feel her fluids cycling in and out of the lungs and intricate nasal pathways.
 
 
Into the mouth again, Heather started being swallowed, the stomach swallowing down big gulps and feeling her travel down into her tummy. Thick bulges of gooey Heather slid down her throat and into her stomach, twitching and sliding around the empty sack. As the human girl swallowed, she moved two fingers to her pussy, sticking them in with a big chunk of Heather, pushing more and more in as she masturbated.
 
 
“What's it doing?” The girl asked her mother, watching as bubbles formed and rose out of the top of her chest. They popped on her gooey skin with a thick noise.
 
 
“She wants to feel good. She will do it on occasion. It's not something to be worried about. Your stomach will talk when it needs something. Otherwise, enjoy watching it, feeling it, do whatever you'd like. She is not your concern.” The Queen said, leaning back into her chair.
 
 
Heather watched as the stomach continued on it's quest for release, before eventually arching her back. A big pool of sticky sweet syrup poured from her pussy as she writhed inside of Heather's body.
While she moved, Heather moved with her, slime always on the tips of her fingers. She never fully broke the surface no matter how far she stretched, the slime taking a stand to keep her from air.
 
 
Eventually she calmed, and curled herself back into Heather's tum, yet did not fall back to a slumber. Instead, she began to keep herself occupied, playing games with her hands or braiding and un-braiding her hair as it floated freely in the goop.
 
 
Heather was dismissed by her mother, and so left the Royal chamber. She was unsure of how life would be now, but decided she would do it with her front foot forward.
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The years passed, and they turned toward the end. The queen was ready to pass on, and that meant her heir would be there to accept her.
 
 
“My dearest Heather, it is time for me to leave this world. Remember that I will always be here for you, as a part of you.” The Queen said, looking into the eyes of her daughter. The sight had long since left, and so it was more out of principle than purpose.
 
 
“I will miss you, Mother. Are you ready?” Heather asked, preparing herself. She received a nod from.from her mother.
 
 
Heather leaned in, and put a hand on her mother's shoulder, feeling as her essence was slowly fading. Instead of letting it die, Heather took a seize of it, and with the spiritual possession came a physical one. Heather's Mom disappeared, forever gone, as she was sucked into her daughter's form, the two same colors merging and expanding. Her body grew in size as the mass clung to her shape, breasts getting larger, waist and hips filling out, while her height nearly doubled to an astounding 13 feet. Inside her tummy, the quiet tummy girl took a look outside, pushing up to the edge of the stomach lining like she was in a glass elevator. Her view moved higher, and her playspace grew, as she could now fully stretch out from end to end and not make it from one side to the other. Much of Heather mom went to her stomach, giving the girl a huge, jiggly tummy for her stomach to play in.
 
 
Heather sighed, rubbing her body, sensing the last bits of her mother's mind fade away into the thick jelly of her daughter. Instead of sad, Heather was contempt with the idea of her mother being a part of her, smiling to herself as she admired her new form.
 
 
“Ms. Heather? A letter has come, to inform you of enrollment. You shall be on a plane to America, and be under the care of one Rose Marhino. She will help you settle in. Would you like to leave now?”
 
 
Heather thought for a moment, looking around her mother's Chamber. It seemed empty. As did the rest of the castle. “Yes, I am ready. Let us go.”
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”Claire!” A tanned girl whined, her bleached hair whipping onto the desk she flopped down at. On the other side of the desk was her best friend, a yellow slime who looked rather annoyed.
 
 
“What?” She asked, though pretty obviously knew what was going to be asked.
 
 
“I want to spend next class in you, I can't stand the teacher! Can I please skip inside you? Pretty please!?” She pleaded, her hands clasped and eyes watering.
 
 
“If you go in me, I'm going to digest you.” The yellow slime said flatly.
 
 
The girl seemed to consider it for a moment, as if her death and follow-up absorption would be a better outcome than sitting through the next class. “Well… we've always talked about it…”
 
 
“No.” Crushed Claire.
 
 
“Claire! Phoebe! Listen up!” Their current teacher yelled, making them both perk up. “We've got someone very special coming in today, and you're going to treat them with respect. Because if you don't, you are going to die.” One might think this was a joke, but one look at her face said it wasn't.
 
 
Jelly, a pink slime sitting near them, scoffed. “They can't possibly be more important than me, I've got Royal blood!” She boasted, flaunting her sizable breasts and 8 feet in height.
 
 
“Shut up already, Jelly, we know! And you still don't actually have blood.” Phoebe sighed.
 
 
Jelly flicked her slime hair. “You're all just jealous. You and that yellow peasant should be bowing to me!”
 
 
Claire almost melted her seat, the wood crackling from the acid. “You wanna go, princess? I'll digest you without breaking a sweat!”
 
 
“Hey! Shut up!” The teacher threw a piece of chalk at Claire, only for it to sink into her head and melt.
 
 
The two slimes sat back into their chairs with a grunt and a huff.
 
 
“I am not joking. If any of you pull that crap, it's not gonna be pretty.” Teach glared them into submission, before walking over to the door. “Please welcome Heather Queen to the class.”
 
 
As soon as the door opened, the hulking slime known as Heather squeezed in. The entire building was made larger to accommodate the increased monster population, yet 13 foot Heather still had to crouch and mold her body to fit in.
 
 
She had sucked her feet in, and moved like a ghost, sliding in to take position at the head of the class. Her yellow eyes looked down at the many students, many in absolute shock at the sight of such a massive being. While the eight other slimes paid very close attention to her size and color, the remaining students were drawn to the young girl stuck in her belly. Her naked form pressed against the tension built wall, letting the whole class see her ample breasts, cute belly, and purple-dyed pale skin.
 
 
“Pffft, fatty alert.” Phoebe whispered to Claire. She expected at the very least a shushed chuckle, but instead was met with a whap on the head. She looked back just in time to he Claire and the other seven slimes slip out of their desks and onto the floor, kneeling and bowing. Even Jelly, though she took a little longer, had gotten out of her seat and bowed.
 
 
“Your Highness.” They all said at once.
 
 
“What the fuuuuuuck?” Phoebe whispered.
 
 
Heather smiled, and pulled her legs out. She took a more humanoid form again, and moved height to fat, increasing her thickness and viscosity to make herself shorter. The tummy inside found it harder to move as the fluid she resided in became more like honey. A hand raised. “You may rise.”
 
 
The slimes stood at attention, gave a small bow, and sat back in their desks.
 
 
“I am looking forward to attending this class, and hope you don't think too different of me because I am Queen. I would prefer you to go about your lives as normal around me, that is the only way I, and you all, can learn properly, I think.” Heather said with a small, graceful smile.
 
 
“Queen!? Who the fuck-” Phoebe was shut up by Claire's stinging glare.
 
 
Heather was still nine feet tall, so when speaking to her, the Teacher had to look up. “Will she be attending class as well?”
 
 
Heather looked confused. “Who, dear?”
 
 
The teacher took note of her student referring to her as ‘dear’. “The girl inside you, her.” She pointed to the young girl, who moved her finger forward to match the point.
 
 
“Why would my stomach be attending classes? It's a little early for jokes, don't you think?” Heather said with a chuckle. Her stomach matched, yet didn't quite get the facial movement.
 
 
Teacher was a little annoyed with this girl treating her like a child. “I don't understand, what are you-”
 
 
Before she could blow up, Claire stood. “Excuse me, miss? I might be able to clear things up. Her Highne- I mean, um… Heather is a Royal slime -- purple -- it means she can't digest food on her own. Royal slime use different creatures as stand-ins for stomachs, eating food for the animal to eat, and leeching off of the nutrients halfway through digestion, as well as using any waste created. Because of this process, purple slimes can live for thousands of years, and it's said that anyone who sits inside a purple slime for long enough will gain eternal youth. This is where the story of the fountain of youth came from, as he set sail to find the Holy Land of the purple slimes after-”
 
 
Heather put a hand up, and Claire shut her mouth right quick. “You know a lot, girl. What is your name?”
 
 
“C-Claire.”
 
 
“Claire. I like it. How do you know so much about purple slimes, Claire? Aren't you more interested in the yellow slimes long, colorful history?” She asked.
 
 
“Well, there really isn't much to look at. I think you should know well that the yellow slimes were - still are, subjugated and discriminated. We're a working class, used for digestion, and waste disposal.” Claire didn't mean to sound hateful to Heather, but it was hard not to feel a little anger.
 
 
If she had noticed, Heather didn't show it. “Then you have not looked very hard. Were you aware that on the expedition, Ponce De Leon only survived so long because a yellow slime was able to safely guide and feed him in America? Have you heard of the workers union? How Labor day started with the work of humans and the yellow working together against the oppressive ruling class such as myself and the young pink slime to your left? Or how pink slimes only came to be because the Royalty found the yellow slime so… irresistible, with their ability to digest human-”
 
 
Heather stopped, breaking her gaze with Claire. “I'm sorry, I seem to have gone of myself. I would love to discuss this at a later time. For now, might I take the seat by you?”
 
 
Claire was dumbfounded. “Y-yes please.”
 
 
Phoebe watched as Heather sauntered over and took a seat next to her best friend, sliding into the desk. The girl in her belly pressed up against the wood, taking in the students and room with dull eyes. She saw as Claire took glances at Heather every so often, her yellow face turning a deeper orange color.
 
 
“Jesus Christ.”
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”H-Heather! Do you want to eat lunch with us? We usually eat on the roof, it's nice, and the birds like to hang out.” Claire said, almost immediately after the bell rang. Phoebe huffed, going on ahead, her place taken by two other slimes.
 
 
“I'd love to. Please lead the way.” Heather said, standing up. Her tummy jiggled, it's inhabitant jumping along with it as she stared outside. Heather sauntered her way out of the classroom behind Claire, the two of them followed by a collection of human, slime, and several other creatures.
 
 
They made their way quickly to the roof, a large paved square with provided benches. Claire pulled a large blanket from her bag, and laid it out on the ground, gesturing for Heather to take the first seat. She did so gladly, but first grew to normal size, expanding to her normal 13 foot height. The others were astounded, pulling out their own blankets and making a headed by her. Claire sat next to her, and Jelly squeezed in on the other side, getting uncomfortably close to her new idol.
 
 
“So, Claire, what is it you usually eat?” Heather asked, not seeing any sort of box or food.
 
 
Claire raised a finger, waiting. Ten seconds went by. Then, she pointed to the door, a moment later slammed open by a posse of naked students. They crowded around the slimes, all choosing one and sitting down. Heather, being the newest, biggest, and most interesting looking, had a group of six or seven around her.
 
 
“We get people and students come to the school everyday just to get eaten. It's strange, but they taste good and increase my fluid amount, so I'm not complaining.” Claire was also popular, a good four to five.
 
 
Jelly had only boys coming up, and that's just how the snooty slime liked it. She was slow to digest, and wasn't interested in hauling a girl in her tummy around for a day. She liked guys, and the tasty cum they spurt out.
 
 
Heather reached down and grabbed one of the boys, getting a bout of complaining from the girls below her. She looked at the boy, poking and prodding, captivated by him. “What is this?” She asked Claire.
 
 
“Y-you mean a guy?”
 
 
Heather frowned. “Guy. What is a guy for? Why does it have a little thing and no breasts?” She asked, ignoring the boy like he didn't exist.
 
 
“No, I mean, he's the male part of the species, he's a man.” Claire explained.
 
 
“Male? We do not have these at the castle, most peculiar. Do they just… walk around? By themselves?” Heather was very curious about males.
 
 
Phoebe scoffed. “They aren't pets or anything, they're still humans.”
 
 
Heather was confused once more. “Isn't that the same thing? The culture here is much different than how I expected.”
 
 
Phoebe looked offended, but was ignored. Jelly was incredibly curious about the high life that Heather led. “So, what is it like? How was castle life? We need all the details.”
 
 
Heather leaned back, setting the 'male’ back down on the ground. He quickly scurried away, running straight into Jelly. Be it on purpose or accidentally, he was lustily sucked into her thin pink body. It expanded with his addition, her slime displaced by his big body, giving her a pregnant tummy. He squirmed for a moment, surprised and seeking to get out, before realizing that it was over. There was no way he could escape at that point, so he sighed, curling into a ball as the pink goo slid into every crevice of his body.
 
 
He couldn't help but gasp and moan as Jelly found her way up his ass, twisting and turning through his intestine. She pushed hard against his prostate while simultaneously opening his urethra as his dick rose and his foreskin peeled back. It was a show Heather was interested in watching, as a spurt of semen splurged from his cock, staining the pink slime with a shot of white that spread throughout. Jelly, now with access, began squirming her way into his dick, her pink slime making thick bulges along the boy's shaft as she infested every bit of his body.
 
 
She started with his bladder, filling his already urine full organ with her sentient fluid, and making him squirm. He had a sudden need to pee, a burning tug for him to let his muscles free, but no matter how hard he tried, Jelly refused to come out. Instead she pulled more of herself in, fitting the bladder to burst as she slurped up his pee, spreading it around her body to digest.
 
 
He also had a second intrusion (three if you get into semantics) as Jelly found her way into his balls, filling the two sacks with her lightish-red jelly. They swelled, and he couldn't help but grab them, feeling the swollen balls shift in his hands as Jelly moved about inside. He couldn't decide if it hurt or felt good, but after three painful ejaculations where his cum came out mixed with slime and urine, he decided it wasn't worth the time to think about.
 
 
“Well?” Jelly asked, very easily multitasking between raping her young meal and talking with Heather.
 
 
The Royal slime jumped slightly, her attention pulled back to Jelly. She couldn't help but feel she wasn't properly taking care of her tummy, that she should do more to please her. Heather experimented, pushing a big wad of her jelly inside of her stomachs butt. It yielded much less expressive results, although her body temperature did rise.
 
 
“I'm sorry, could you repeat your question?” Heather asked, now distracted by the feeling of her stomachs warm, tight butt.
 
 
“What's it like in the castle? If there aren't any humans around, are there just slimes?” Jelly repeated.
 
 
“Oh, you misunderstand. We do have humans, but they play a much… different role. More like…” she tried to think of a tactful word for-
 
 
“Slaves?” Phoebe interrupted, clearly not pleased with the notion.
 
 
“If you will, yes. They wander the castle, used by whoever needs them. They also don't wear clothes, I was curious about that.” Heather turned to Phoebe.
 
 
The girl was flustered. “Wh-what? You don't let them wear clothing? That's terrible!”
 
 
Heather was confused. “How? They are treated well. No worse than the ones here. Ours are better, if anything, not digested by a co-species. Ours live much longer, are clean and fed. We ask only that they remain naked so we can look at them, and also to help feed us when we require sustenance.”
 
 
“That's better? You use them however you please and keep them to watch for your amusement? They deserve freedom! Choice! You keep them like-”
 
 
“Dogs?” Heather seemed to turn a darker shade of purple. “That is because you are. The entire human race are nothing more than mutts in the eyes of most slimes, especially slimes such as myself. You all live for a meager hundred years at the very most, you spend all your time doing things to waste it. To me, you are an inferior species, barely passable to speak to, much less respect. As you treat an animal, I will treat you, because you are one.”
 
 
Phoebe was at a loss for words.
 
 
“You speak to me about freedom? Living as imprisoned as you do? We keep our humans healthy and happy, they are free to roam however they please until needed. We force them to do nothing other than stay safe, and remain unclothed. Meanwhile, you are given false liberties, as you grow old doing one thing over and over, day in and down out, in an endless chain so you do not discover how truly you are a prisoner. You are born in a prison. You die in a prison. How is living in a castle, with every need you could think of taken care of, any worse? Illusion? We do not deal in such petty things. I have been alive longer than your greatest ancestor, running a country before you're mother was even capable of conceiving you. I am Queen of beings that have been on this planet far longer than you apes, so do not speak to me as if you are my equal. You are a dog.”
 
 
Heather spoke with a deep malice, one that penetrated Phoebe to her very core. She could feel her bones shaking, quivering in fear. The thirteen foot royalty sitting next to her seemed to grow even larger, and Phoebe truly felt her insignificance compared to the glorious being.
 
 
“Y-yeah. Okay.” Was all she could say, turning her head away to avoid eye contact. She could still feel the burden of shame on her back, even when Heather turned away.
 
 
The group was silent, even as the giant slime picked up food and pushed it into her belly. Rice, shrimp, and chicken slipping past her surface to be grabbed by her stomach. The little girl stuck everything in her mouth, including Heather, chewing and swallowing with a constant mouthful of slime. Whatever she could not eat on her own, like the chicken bones or shrimp tails, were fed to her. They traveled down her throat with Heather, the tummy doing nothing as she was thoroughly stuffed, slime and inedible objects pushing their way inside her stomach on their own.
 
 
Once she was full, her stomach bulged with food and Heather swirling around with it, Heather watched in fascination as Claire ate four human women one after another. The yellow slime digested them amazingly quickly, and Heather loved watching.
 
 
Claire started with the most eager, a large girl with a lot of fat. She didn't bother going through the mouth, instead pushing straight into Claire's stomach. The yellow slime held back for a moment, letting the girl get settled in for a moment and enjoy the feeling of weightlessness. Then, she let the acidic slime take her, the yellow sludge almost glowing as the fragile human inside was quickly melted alive. As her skin started dissolving in a big show of bubbles, she slammed her pussy, filling herself with the fatal liquid so it could dissolve her from the inside as she came.
 
 
It wasn't long before she fell limp, death consuming her form, eyes bulged from lack of Oxygen before they too melted into the surrounding goop. It was quick work as her bones were stripped clean of flesh, and Claire belched out her skull and a large silicone implant used to prevent pregnancy. The process repeated, as women entered her with vigor, and left as nothing but a skull and whatever else was in their bodies. There were four dildos, two IUDs, and three butt-plugs.
 
 
“Why do you spare the skulls?” Heather asked, lifting the four fleshless heads.
 
 
“I don't know, I like to keep them. I have a collection of them in my shed at home, I don't know what to do with them.” Claire admitted.
 
 
Heather raised a slimy eyebrow. “May I keep them? And these two items?” She asked, pointing to a large purple dildo and matching butt-plug.
 
 
Claire nodded. “Sure.” And watched as Heather let all six items sink into body. The skulls floated randomly, ending up in her breasts and butt, while the sex toys were pushed right toward the starry-eyed stomach. She grabbed them with vigor, and put them right to use. The butt-plug sunk in with ease, trapping a big glob of her owner inside her ass, and thrusting the dildo in her pussy.
 
 
The slimes and Phoebe looked in aroused embarrassment, feeling as though this sort of thing belonged more at a strip club.
 
 
Phoebe felt a gooey hand press on her chest from behind, and before she could react she went head first into a slimy yellow tummy. She was fearful at first, screaming; then coughing as Claire forced herself inside of the girl's lungs. It took a bit to calm down, curling up in the curvy slime with confusion. She remembered Claire didn't want to let her in.
 
 
Her curiosity stewed until she felt the temperature rise just a bit, and her skin tingled. Panic rose in her chest, as did bubbles around her, as it appeared Claire was going to digest her. Instead the slime had simply dissolved her clothes, leaving Phoebe naked inside her friend and noticeably ignored as she tried to grab Claire's attention. Phoebe didn't feel comfortable being trapped as an attraction for everyone to gawk at, Claire has never done anything like this before. Yet she was powerless, even when she tried pushing out or standing awkwardly, Claire contracted her slimy body and pulled Phoebe back to her stomach area.
 
 
This made the human angry. She started thrashing in anger, screaming loudly. This resulted in a massive glob of Claire shoving itself inside her asshole. Her taut booty was roughly violated, and if one were to look, they would see deep inside her ass, Claire continuing through the winding intestines to fill her up completely. That was followed up by Claire invading her vagina, subsequent womb, and urethra, filling her up to the brim.
 
 
Phoebe had never felt this bloated before, completely immobile as Claire explored every inch of her body. The acidity was raised very slightly, and increased Phoebe's sensitivity, the slight tingles along her colon and vaginal walls making her scream in ecstasy. Claire took the opening, shoving herself inside of Phoebe's mouth again, and finding her way inside of the girl's stomach, dumping as much slime in there as could fit.
 
 
The end result of all this slime was Claire getting noticeably smaller, and a massive lump to grow on Phoebe's tummy, getting bigger and bigger until she looked pregnant. She could feel her intestines stretched like sausages, and her brain was only just able to pick up the strangle attention her breasts were getting. By the time she deduced the reason, it was too late.
 
 
Claire squeezed herself inside the A-cup, flat-as-a-board nipples, and blew them up to a bloated, squishy D-cup. Phoebe squirmed, her spine on fire and her brain screaming as she felt the inside of her boobs get assaulted by tingly slime. It swirled all about her whole body, alive with movement visible even on her skin.
 
 
Outside, Heather watched in mild amusement as Phoebe was violently raped and broken, all the while speaking with Claire and Jelly. The humans inside them were raped, invaded, bloated, slightly digested, and completely broken to the pleasures of living inside a slime.
 
 
The trio had a decent conversation, before getting up and heading to class as lunch ended. Heather shrunk herself down, becoming thicker and heavier, and sat in her seat. Claire moved next to her, happily taking place beside her, and watched with contempt at Phoebe, who was unable to stop writhing and moaning.
 
 
Claire called the roll eight times, including her own name, and Jelly twice, informing the teacher to remove students from the list. They sighed, but continued the lesson, taking a note of the students trapped inside the slime creatures. The blush on their face spoke volumes, and Jelly wondered if she could get them to submit to death inside her.
 
 
Heather was rather unspoken in class, and encouraged other students to participate. It was unsurprising that the class had slowed to a crawl, the teacher himself unable to stop staring at the human sex menagerie taking place in their classroom. Their exhibition warranted several recordings, students either working to hide their fantasies or embracing them with flat-out masturbation in class. Heather smiled.
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Phoebe was let out at the end of school, shit out of Claire's ass and onto the floor in an unceremonious heap. She coughed up a glob of Claire, watching it slip across the floor and join the rest of itself. She was exhausted, after four hours of nonstop rape and orgasm, and finally let out to breathe. She expected some sort of help or apology, but instead found Claire still talking to Heather.
 
 
The yellow slime had even left all the slime inside of Phoebe, leaving her bloated and pregnant looking as she pulled herself off the ground. It was incredibly hard to move, especially when Claire would move the remaining bits of herself inside of Phoebe. While the human did enjoy her new cup size, it didn't hold a candle to the horror that her body was undergoing. Her stomach had a bloated, full feeling, one when you've eaten so much food you feel like dying. Farther down, her rectum begged to let out a shit she could never have, Claire's slime sticking inside. It was the worst with her bladder, so painfully stuffed, that it was a constant need to go pee, her body burning her pelvis for release, and yet she couldn't. There wasn't any urine inside her, only Claire, and so Phoebe was left doing the pee-pee dance at all times, in agony as he body couldn't decide if it felt like it was having sex or being tortured.
 
 
All this while she hobbled down the street after Claire, begging for help and being completely ignored. She got stares from people on the street, she could almost hear them calling her wicked and perverted. She continued to wave at Claire, repeating her name to no avail, yet too afraid to touch her on pain of being sucked back inside.
 
 
She had to walk for a mile like that, almost waddling with her stomach in the way and her breasts swaying with every movement. Claire swirled her slime in time, increasing the momentum carried and giving Phoebe odd balance, further increasing her stimulus while she tried to keep pace. She never stopped begging while she went, either, in the sloppy middle of crying and moaning. Drool and tears mixed on her chin only to drop in big globs to her thick belly and breasts.
 
 
Finally, the slime trio stopped -- Phoebe almost crashing into Heather's massive leg -- at a huge hotel. Naked humans quickly raced out of the building, women with large breasts and wide hips, eagerly awaiting a word from Heather.
 
 
“My friends here would like to spend the night.” Was all she said, yet from the reaction it had on the women it must've been an entire session of phone sex. They squirmed and moaned, their thighs getting soaked from just her voice.
 
 
Phoebe didn't know what would happen if she went into that hotel, but her guess was that she wouldn't come back out again. With as fast as a slime stuffed woman can go, Phoebe made a hasty retreat. Her house wasn't far, and spending anymore time with Heather was going to kill her.
 
 
They didn't even notice as she left, moaning loudly while hobbling down the road. They instead were fawning over Heather, who just smiled. Phoebe felt her golden gaze sticking in her back like two arrows, even though Heather was never looking. As far as she went, she couldn't ever feel like she had escaped the massive purple slime, like she was constantly surrounding her. Phoebe thought of her friends, Jelly and Claire, who were so easily swayed and corrupted by the Queen. Who began torturing Phoebe, publicly humiliated her, and left her to beg and cry on the street. Claire was still inside her, stuffing her whole body with a tingly, whirling slime filling. Phoebe still had the unnatural urge to piss, and the bodily reaction to that, the burning and tug at muscles she no longer had control over causing her unbearable amounts of pain.
 
 
There was this gut feeling, breaking through the orgasm inducing slime, that Phoebe would never see her two friends again. No matter what she thought of them right now, this feeling was weighing every beat of her heart.