Lisa's bedroom is furnished a dark red carpet and matching drapes. Her translucent body catches the color of the fabric, and she turns a deeper shade of orange. A massive water-bed, twenty feet long and ten feet across, dominates the center of the room. Lisa scoops you up and plops you onto the bed.
"Dang," you say. "This is pretty swanky. I've never met a girl who owned a water-bed before."
"Well," says Lisa, giggling, "I get a little lonely at night, so sometimes I like to lay on this big, jiggly water-bed and pretend I'm laying with a jelly-boy."
Wait. Jelly-boys? Since when are there jelly-BOYS in the eastern woods?
"...Say, Lisa?"
"Yes?"
"Why is it I've heard thousands of stories about monster-girls eating up humans, but I've never heard anything about any male monsters?"
Lisa blinks and turns away. "That's... a long story. I don't really want to kill the moment."
"Oh. Sorry I asked."
"And speaking of not killing the moment--"
Lisa suddenly throws herself on you. Her warm, squishy body wraps around like a loving tidal-wave. She nips and kisses your face and neck as a dozen little tendrils strip you to your boxers. Lisa rolls over, places you atop her chest and hugs you to her bosom. The jelly-lady gives a sigh, relaxes, and allows your legs slip inside her chest. You give a yelp as you begin to sink into Lisa's chest, and she giggles.
"Don't worry, hun. I'm not gonnna digest you. There's just... something I want to try. I want to hold you inside me for a while. Would that be okay?"
