Alex felt something wrong about this mission. What normally was a standard op -as much as it can be for three gorgeous high schoolers, doubling as secret agent-spies- to investigate a strange crash site near a school in Japan had turned into something sinister. School girls went missing and a strange oozing gelatinous substance was left at the scene that wasn't made of a material native to their world. For the first time, the three were investigating an alien force that had come to their planet.
 
Dressed in her standard golden Catsuit, the athletic and curvesque high schooler walked quietly in the darkness behind her two friends and colleague agents, Sam and Clover. Her bob-length raven hair complemented the exotic tanned complexion he had, complete with long eyelashes and dazzling brown eyes.
 
Sam, the redhead with long wavy orange-ginger hair walked nimbly across the warehouse concrete in the shadows. She wore a lime colored Catsuit, hugging her more voluptuous body whose muscle tone was a bit more subdued than the others, showing off more femininity than the prior. She had green eyes and milky cream skin to bring a beautiful edge to her colored bodysuit.
 
Clover, the sometimes self-elected leader of the team, grabbed a corner of the warehouse door's opening and hugged it with her backside quietly. Gesturing to them, the blonde bob-haircut girl with bright blue eyes and fair skin tone possessed a busty and muscle-fit bod, being considerably balanced compared to the pair of friends accompanying her. As they huddled together next to her, she withdrew a gadget -a hair dryer Stun-Gun- in readied preparation.
 
"Alright, ready?" Clover asked in a hushed whisper.
 
"Ready," Sam replied, cocking her own Hair Dryer Gun.
 
"Uh, are you sure we should be busting in like this?" Alex asked with a bit of hesitation. "I mean, the residue trail went all over the place. Why here?"
 
"If you paid attention," Clover began with an eye-rolling sigh. "It was because more trails ended up leading here than the other destinations. This may be the best lead."
 
"Besides," Sam retorted, winking at Alex with a nervous giggle. "Given our track record, it pays to be on guard now than regretting it later."
 
"Ugh, fine," Alex huffed, withdrawing her own Hair Dryer.
 
On Clover's mark, they kicked in the warehouse door and raised their weapons. What they saw was...not entirely what they expected.
 
There stood a figure in a womanly shape, standing in the middle of the warehouse seemingly observing something hung by the ceiling. The noise alerted it, making it turn, revealing an imitation of long luscious locks of hair and red eyes; along with a cute yellow bowtie. Strangest thing? She looked like she was comprised entirely out of pink goop or slime.
 
"Holy Crap, it's a monster!" Alex cried out, clicking the trigger and a whirring of a normal hair drier commenced.
 
"Way to be subtle, Alex," Clover snarked, firing a ray of heat at the inhuman creature. Much to her surprise, the slime melted before the ray hit it, sliding across the floor towards them rapidly. Firing more rays of heat on the ground, it split apart and slid around them in a ring.
 
"This thing is fast!" Sam cried out, firing more heat rays of her own at the thing. Each every wave of her weapon made it maneuver more dexterously with inhuman grace and momentum. Maneuvering around them in a spiral of rosy hue, it was tough for any of the agents to land a shot without bumping into another.
 
Which was exactly its intention.
 
"Ah-!" Alex cried out, her hair drier was got sliced by an arc of goo; transforming into a blade in the blink of her eyes.
 
"Dang!" Clover exclaimed as her own blaster was torn in two.
 
"Oh crud!" Sam swore as she recoiled back from a slash from the slimy menace.
 
Just as quickly as the engagement started, it was brought to a quick, humiliating end. Their feet were immediately submerged in a thick adhesive made by the slime woman, keeping them stuck in place. Even as they reached for their gadgets, they'd find their belts and bags were done away with quicker than they could act. Much to their joint dismay, they were effectively beaten and the monster simply smiled without saying a word; its golden eyes peering into theirs with a haunting-like mesmerisation.
 
Maneuvering in behind Clover, she grabbed hold of her shoulders, her face drawing close beside hers on the right. Her fear in its grip and loss of weapons made her frozen, unable to process how to properly fight off something so monstrous like it; enabling the goo woman to send a wave of disproportionate amount of her body -from the shins down the ankles- in a thick glob to circle around her stuck boots. Flowing up her legs, she gasped, wriggling in place as dripping gelatin crawled up her with a sinuous tug on her catsuit covered calves up her thighs. Shivering at the unnatural warmth that bled through her costume, she bit her lip and shakily exhaled through her nostrils.
 
Turning to look at her, an unsaid understanding what she was communicated through the skin-molded contact made from monster and teenager. This was Jamanen, a homunculus of incredible power and versatility, capable of defeating even the strongest of humans that obstructed its path. It currently desired to transmute Clover -and by extension the other two agents- into loyal, subservient clones of herself; something that was making the blonde's heart beat quickly and sweat emit beneath the suit and down her scalp past the neck.
 
Groaning past her lip-bite, Jamanen grabbed her by the jaws possessively and pulled into a slimy kiss.
 
"C-Clover!" Alex cried out with mortified disbelief. She'd watch as Clover's eyes began to shine an emerald hue around her normally blue irises, sweat flowing freely across her skin and her cheeks engulfed in a rosy warmth. Bumps were made within Clover's finger wrapped jaw, detailing the shape and length of Jamanen's oral muscle that dominated her friend's. Sloppy smacks and slurps were made, briefly pulling off with pops to have their different colored tongues dance and rub against each other, ebbing thick rosy saliva to drip on the pile of goo beneath their wrapped feet.
 
"S-Snap out of it-!" Sam tried to intone, though felt her own inhibitions made through just being stuck within the adhesive. Although slower, she felt the crawl of slime seep through her catsuit covered feet was affecting her ability to think rationally let alone resist contact. It was making her face heat up and her head throb with an internal thrum of sensational warmth that was rising in waves from her soles up to the top of her crown. The faintest of green sparks were unnoticed, at the moment, within her eyes as her mind was becoming overwhelmed by the foreign stimuli entangling with her nervous system.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Clover moaned within the renewed mouth lock she shared with her captor. The flow of slime that crawled up her bound catsuit body made its way past her limp wrists and waist, bubbling around her plump ass and shape conformed material hugging her naughty bits. Eyes teared up as they were inflamed beyond her already excited state, rubbing warmth of moist and dexterous nature caressing her as much as her hindquarters were gripped or slid in and around. Her hands made slight bumps of twitching nature, but no true rebellious stretches were made; not that it would've mattered.
 
Her back past the navel with her fore arms locked at her sides were engulfed, leaving her breasts to bounce and quiver with heaving breaths made in between her staggering Frenching she made with Jamanen. Even as she was being ensnared by this substance, her mind was all but completely submissive to it, allowing her sense of self to slip away and be replaced with a desire to be controlled by this female entity. Kissing back as much as her sluggish state allowed, she caught the gorgeous slime shaped tongue of her captor, drinking in the taint of tangy slime in noticeable bulges down her neck. Releasing it with a purring pop, she shuddered as the lower half of her breasts were subsumed by the tube of rising slime, her teeth chattering much to the grinning slime woman's delight.
 
Propping herself on the continuous siphoning bulge of goo from her unshapely lower legs, she stood up a few feet more, brushing her hands over the sweatied blonde's upper features. Gazing with garish glee, Clover's grin spread from ear to ear, eyes emitting a brilliant shine of emerald from the irises towards the black spaced gold-eyes of her captor. When the sloughing curtain of rosy slime pooled over her shoulders and wrapped around her neck, Clover couldn't help but close her eyes, letting loose a loud sigh of resignation as the moist warmth brushed across chin, hair and ears up her face. Even as her mouth up to her nostrils were covered with her jaws, she blinked dreamily at Jamanen before her head was completely wrapped in the body-length wrapping of gelatin.
 
From there, Sam and Alex watched with morbid fascination as their friend wriggled in place, muffling sounds within her jelly prison. While the whole outline of her body, from the very beginning of her imprisonment, was looking like a melting tart was laced over her, now seemed to be molding itself around her from the very bottom of her feet up. What was once the texture of latex woven material at the boots was now a dripping mass that was joined with the adhesive of goo that had ensnared her but minutes ago. From the shins up, the body-suit was replaced with the same rosy texture of slime that reflected light with its shiny hue of deep scarlet. Past the knees up her thighs, the outlines of her fingers pushed past the wrinkled folds of melty covering, folding into her now "skin" and the impression of her belly button was sensually dug into her curvaceous belly as much as her buns were on bare slimy display. Up past the arms, and midcenter came her breasts, now with the smallest impression of nipples erecting past the tubs of gelatin as the imitation of collarbones and shoulders were crafted. Past her smooth neck and her face, the shape of her hair down to the slope of her nose, her lips spread in a blissful grin and her eyes shined with a pupiless green glow.
 
The only thing added to the same affect to show her allegiance was a yellow bowtie popping at the center of her collarbone, mimicking her dominant mistress' own sole article.
 
"Clover!" Alex cried out, breaking out of her enthralled stupor enough to let her voice be let loose in the empty warehouse. "W-What did she do to you?!"
 
"Nothing's wrong," Sam's voice spoke aloud, causing Alex to turn with surprise at her orange-haired friend. Looking down in fright, she saw the same crawling melty slime was crawling up sinuously across her friend's green catsuit. Having already made progress up the thighs, blurring the defined shape of her fellow teenager's sculpted legs in favor of the gooey embrace of this magical goo. She wasn't even looking at her friend, just staring downward at her squirming frame as her fingers bunched up at her side, biting her lip with rapt anticipation of what was to come next. She said so as much.
 
"We were meant to be Jellax."
 
As if to solidify this fact, Jamanen's arm slid across her green-suit shoulders, slipping past the folds of her hair to gently knead at her right shoulder from the left. She smiled at an angle, her own gooey hair dripping from one side to the other, her lower legs continuing to siphon more of her anatomy to wrap up her captured girls. Rubbing across the embalmed, attentive Clover, she earned the latter's pur of submissize delight at the attention given to her.
 
"We exist to serve you, Mistress Jamanen," Clover emphatically stated with a sensual lisp escaping her normally peppy voice.
 
"S-Snap out of it!" Alex pitifully cried out, trying to shake Sam out of her current trap. "We can't let this thing beat us!"
 
"We're Jellax," Sam mimed out with a husky whisper, her face engorged with sweat as the skin became rosy with inflamed excitement. The throbbing pulses were exascerbated by the flow of moist warmth that bled through her costume, eliminating the space of possible resistance as it crawled up her pelvic region and over her squirming wrists. Rotating her hips in a provocative dance, she urged the slime to accelerate its process, groaning as she'd continue to chew and lick her lips with lustful hunger. Feeling her mistress' hand brush across her shoulders up her scalp, she'd feel her head turn to face the elevated slime woman, bringing her shining green eyes to stare with a mentally melting servitude.
 
For the second time, Alex would watch with renewed fascination as her second friend was pulled into a slimy kiss. Unlike the slow burn of seduction made on Clover, Sam seemed to almost lust for it even greater than her first friend did. Sucking on Jamanen's lower lip before releasing it with a pop, she'd accept a full jaw lock. Her glowing eyes rolled and teared up as her mouth was filled with a slimy protuberance that stretched her cheeks and coated the roof of her mouth, to her teeth and down on her own tongue with its warm taste. The kiss was shown with such an enticing display of female lust that Alex had lost herself in the egregious display of dominance, her face warming up and her brown eyes beginning to ebb the same green glow as her friends.
 
Her mind throbbed as waves of slimy heat affected her buried feet in waves akin to Sam's. Her skin began to blush, sweat beneath her yellow catsuit, and her focus was becoming lost within the second repetition to her colleague's Frenching that was being made; all throughout the midcenter assimilation up to her latex wrapped breasts, earning loud moans and purs from the eager orange-haired teen. Watching Sam's slope of feminity get wrapped up put a seed of dark desire in her mind, pushing all other thoughts away as she wanted the same thing to happen to her. Sam's lips were released as her neck was covered, leaving a tether of drool between their lips as the prior smiled gayly back at her mistress.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmmpppppppph," Sam moaned with a muffled exhale, her head buried in her body-length tube of gelatin, now beginning the rapid molding process over her human form. As she squirmed and made subdued noises, Alex saw that her own legs were becoming entangled in the rising tube of pink slime. Even as the outline of the melt pulsed over now perfect replication of her friend's legs up her perfect heart shaped ass and nethers. Next her navel, her bountiful breasts, arms and shoulders past the curtain of long hair and drunken grinning face full of glowing green eyes all were shaped perfectly just as Clover's was.
 
As Jamanen slid in elevation around her two transformed goo girls, Alex looked on with a dazed expression of bliss and deep want. Unable to form words, she just opened her mouth and slid her tongue out in preparation, the edge of which leaked a dollop of drool to show her emphatic lust was genuine.
 
Smiling wryly, Mistress Jamanen leaned down from her height, slapped her palms on either side of the limp doll form of Alex and dove her slimy tongue into the ebony girl's mouth. A muffled sigh of relief was made from the transforming girl's nostrils, eyes closing and tearing up as she was given a deliriously good-feeling make-out. Her thighs were covered up to her fingertips, bringing out an electrical wave of excitement past her constant waves of seductive creep from the soles of her feet up to the top of her scalp. Muffling out panting moans through the constant Frenching, she'd faintly hear Sam and Clover's own intimate distraction.
 
In watching their last friend becoming part of their collective servitude to Jamanen, the Jellax girls wrapped their slimy arms around one another and began to snog. Slimy mouths pressed, rubbed and smacked against each other, releasing bountiful amounts of leaking spit as their glowing eyes looked constantly at the rising tube of goo that worked its way up their friend's waist and lower back, her squirming wrists barely making indentions in the melty curtain. As their tongues danced in the open air, so did Jamanen's and Alex's, bringing out guttural groans from the two Jellax girls as they continued their provocative grind and docking their slime-outlined breasts against one another.
 
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Alex moaned in a deep, burning kiss, her whole being feeling an electric warmth from everything transpiring. Her will had been the strongest of the three, but it had burned out after display and repeated display of sexually charged assimilation. She couldn't withstand the temptation, the urge to be consumed by slime while giving her will to a dominant female such as this. She shakily released her mouth from Jamanen's in a thick line of drool, her eyes locked with an Emerald Glow back at the golden-black orbs. Panting, she shivered as her breasts were covered by the slime, causing her eyes to drift back to the tube that crawled up her in its sensual, voracious consumption of her yellow catsuit outlined body.
 
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnngh," She groaned, feeling the slime pulse across her collarbones up her neck, slowly pushing across her chin and jaw past the cheeks and temples. Her lips were covered, partially parted and allowing slime to pool into her mouth with a gurgling glee of satisfaction. Her nostrils were subsumed with her raven colored hair, eyes becoming less distinct and more featureless as the whole of her head was covered in a melty veil; seeing Jamanen's jeering grin in her last moments of consciousness.
 
Melting. All throughout her covered person did she feel the distinct impression she was melting from the bottom up. She struggled, feeling her humanity melt with her shell of mammalian skin, bone and blood as she was burrowed into and reshaped into what her captor wanted. But as her mind was completely obliterated, her awareness was numbed and she couldn't help but be awakened to her new purpose in life. This slime, this body, was now a Jellax.
 
Jellax serve Jamanen. Jellax are Jamanen. Jamanen was her. She was Jamanen. Jamanen was her life. Life is meaningless without Jamanen. Jellax are meant to serve Jamanen.
 
This mantra repeated in her mind over and over as her body was molded into a perfect replication of her old self with Jamanen's physilogy. From her thick thighs up her sensual ass and pretty nethers, she'd feel her freed fingers bunch up and grip experimentally as the tone of her waist and dip of her navel was crafted. Carving up her midcenter and upper arms, she'd feel a liberation as her breasts flopped out with a bouncing jiggle. Collarbones and shoulders up her neck, she'd feel her face formed, her mouth spread into a toothy grin as burning greens shined with her curtain of hair leaking with melty consistency.
 
Sliding across the floor of slime her feet were connected to, she wrapped her arms lovingly around Jamanen's right arm. Feeling it arch and curl around her jaw, she'd be brought into a burning kiss. Enticed by this, the other pair of Jellax slid around to begin servicing her. Sam latched onto a breast while pressing her muff into the goo woman, while Clover kissed along the length of her shoulder and licked on it while casting long lashes between her blinks.
 
Sharing kisses, sucks, and licks with the entranced and transformed girls, all had become Jellax to serve Jamanen.