You try to run, but the sticky mass of slime keeps your feet stuck in place. You struggle frantically, and your struggles seems to agitate the slug-girl. She quickly slithers over to you and grabs you in a sticky bear-hug. She presses your face into her sticky bosom and strokes the back of your neck, as if attempting to soothe you, but the slug-girl's touch only fills you with digust.
"Ew! Let me go! Let me go, you disgusting monster!"
The slug-girl gasps. Her eyes become wet with slimy tears.
...Aw, you hurt the slug-girl's feelings. She really liked you, you know. If you had been less prejudice and hadn't judged her by her appearance, you'd probably be making sweet, sticky love with her right now. Guess what's going to happen instead?
The slug-girl glomps her sticky mouth over your face. She doesn't have any bones, and her body is incredibly flexible, so it's an easy matter for her to stuff your head down her slimy throat. Slowly, but surely, the slug-girl swallows, and your slimy body slides down her throat, into her gullet. Her thick, slobbering lips close over you feet, and with a final swallow, the slug-girl takes you into her body.
The slug-girl sighs contentedly and rubs her bulging belly. The scrumptious meal you have given her seems to have calmed her considerably. Her body jiggles like gelatin as you thrash around inside her, panicked. With a pleasant yawn, the slug girl slinks off to her cave to sleep you off. As your supply of oxygen runs out, your struggles grow weaker, and you pass out in the slug-girl's slimy belly.
Very, very slowly, the slug-girl's stomach begins to knead and digest your limp form. Her stomach acids melt you into rich, chunky goop, and as she absorbs your body, her belly shrinks, and her breasts and hips swell with fat. The slug-girl gives a contended groan and rolls over in her sleep. Soon, her body has absorbed all the nutrients it can extract from your remains, and all that is left of your is a lump of waste, squeezed and compacted by the slug-girl's bowels.
The next morning, the slug-girl wakes, stretches and sighs. Her body has grown even more plump, and her breasts jiggle merrily as she approaches the entrance of the cave. She turns, lifts her tail, and relaxes her anus. Flatulence tickles her rear and forms bubbles in her slime. With a determined grunt, the slug-girl squeezes out a soft, slimy turd. The turd hit the ground with a wet plop. The slug-girl smiles, wipes her butt on some leaves, and returns to her cave.
You have become slug-girl shit.
THE END.
