Gelatinous Ecstasy

After having a little accident in the old alchemist's house, Sam finds herself transformed into a slime. Not being one to waste and opportunity, she decides to have some fun with a friend before figuring out what to do next.

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Samantha sneaked into the dusty old laboratory carefully. She was pretty sure the old alchemist's house was empty, and the mayor wouldn't let anyone in for a day or two more, but keeping quiet seemed to be the right thing to do.

It was a big room, filled with tables covered in really cool looking vials, pots and bottles, and it had a weird pungent smell floating about it.

The walls were covered in shelves full of exotic looking ingredients and bottles full of already prepared potions.

This is why she was here. It had been yesterday that her friend Jacob, who was making his usual food delivery to the old alchemist, found him dead in his bedroom, apparently passing away peacefully on his bed.

Jacob, being the lovable goody two shoes he was, had told the mayor immediately, who had a couple of people take the alchemist's body away and lock the laboratory until someone qualified could go through the stuff here and make sure it was safe.

But Sam knew that there could be something really valuable here, the kind of stuff that might buy her a ticket out of this bore of a village, so when Jacob told her about it yesterday after a couple of drinks and a cuddle, she had to break in to have a look.

Besides, the alchemist had always been kind to her, he would have wanted her to have some of this stuff if it could help. Or, at least, she kept telling herself that.

She slowly and carefully took a good look around the room. Most of this stuff was arcane to her, the labels written in the alchemist's shoddy handwriting, forcing you to decipher it almost like a mystical rune.

Some of his equipment was probably expensive, but she was at a loss about what to take.

This was a bit annoying, she really didn't want to raid the place, just grab one or two things that could fetch some life changing money.

Her eyes eventually landed on an old armoire at the back of the room.

It was older than most things in this room, and had an odd, almost mystical aura about it.

Sam almost tip-toed towards it, intrigued by whatever it may contain.

She gently held the old handle to the armoire, quietly trying to turn it, but it wouldn't budge. Was it locked?

Undeterred, Sam tried to twist it a bit harder, but again, nothing.

Frustration started bubbling inside the young woman, who grumbled and pulled at the handle with even more impetus.

The armoire rumbled as it shook from her pulling.

Why was it so tight? She couldn't see a lock anywhere!

Angry and now determined to see what the deal with this piece of furniture was, she grabbed the handle tighter than before and started pulling with both hands.

Infuriated that it was still not budging, she planted one of her feet on the other door, her stealthy attitude from before completely gone.

She pulled and pulled, straining her arms until, all of a sudden, it swung open with a crack.

But there was no joy in this, as the door almost came off its hinges and the armoire tilted over her.

With horror, Sam saw it was full of old potions and concoctions in dusty glass bottles, and the whole thing was crashing over her.

She didn't even have the chance to move out of the way, before the whole thing fell over her with a smash, trapping her against the floor.

Her skin was lacerated by the broken glass of the bottles, and whatever was inside them seeped all over and into her, much to her horror.

Still in shock, she tried to scream, frustrated with her own impatience, but no voice came out, just a weird liquid gurgling.

Terrified, she tried to move and perhaps push the armoire from over her, but her arms felt like goop, and as she tried to raise them, she realized with abject horror, that they seemed to be dissolving.

She could barely see, for it was dark inside this thing, but she could feel that whatever had dosed her body was making her numb and dizzy, as if she was being dissolved.

A cloud of fear devoured her mind, but thankfully, it didn't last long, for before she even had time to process what was happening, she drifted away.

Sam was unclear how long she had been out, or if she was still out, for everything was in absolute darkness.

And not dark as if it was night and someone had blown out the lamps, no, it was a pervasive, complete darkness.

Had she been blinded?

She tried to blink, but she couldn't feel any eyelids...

Was she dead, was this the afterlife?

Once more, she tried to scream for help, but this time, she couldn't even feel her mouth, tongue, or anything really.

It's almost as if she was truly disembodied.

Was she though? She thought for a second, for there was a bit she could feel.

Something small, round, solid.

What was it?

She tried to move once more, this time focusing on this bit of her body she could still feel, but it didn't budge.

However, she did feel something curious, as when she had tried to move, it was as if something had grown from this round bit of her body.

Desperate, and also a little curious, she tried to do it again, focusing on this area once more.

Once more, something started to "grow" from her round core, almost like a tendril, it felt fluid and flexible.

Not only that, but she could "feel" something again! Whatever this thing was able to touch and notice the smooth stone floor of the laboratory.

She put all her effort in extending this further, and as she did, she noticed how moist the floor was, littered with glass and the remains of all the potions.

Her new body craved these liquids, and almost unconsciously, she started absorbing it via her new appendage.

Sam noticed that as she did, her core started "growing" a flexible and rubbery coating, almost as if a water droplet was growing around it.

With this newfound mass, she was able to reach further and create more tendrils, which she used to slowly feel her way around.

The small glass pieces were sharp, but her rubbery envelope seemed fine touching them, their sharp edges only cutting her if she really put pressure against them.

Slowly, she came to the realization that she could "see" around her. It wasn't images so much as if a map of her surroundings was appearing in her mind.

Her new blobby body was still trapped under the armoire, but she could feel the outside of it and notice the lab with its tables, shelves and vials everywhere.

The realization came to her as her new form settled in her mind.

She was a slime!

By the gods, how could this have happened? She thought.

Panic threatened with taking over her mind, but she tried her best to try and focus.

First thing she needed to do was get out of here. Thankfully, she now knew she had some mobility.

While she could "perceive" things around her, almost like some kind of blind sight, it wasn't perfect. Things lacked detail unless she got close to them or touched them.

Trying to find a way out from under the armoire, she pressed against one side of it, and felt her way along the old wood.

A feeling of satisfaction made her quiver when she found that the armoire was slightly raised on one side, where she had originally opened the door.

With a push, she managed to squish her form through the opening. The only thing that seemed to limit her movement is if she could fit her core through it or not.

Once outside, she slowly slithered towards the exit, but as she did, a powerful thirst wrecked her new form as she moved closer to several other potions.

Pushed by this new sensation, she tried to reach onto one of the tables, and in doing so realized she could stretch her gelatinous body upwards, almost as high as her original body.

Carefully, she reached with her tendrils towards a potion that her new body told her it was particularly delectable, and almost like using a suction cup, she used her tendrils to pop the cork and bring it towards her.

Her body happily engulfed the glass vial and absorbed quickly the contents, giving her some delicious nourishment.

The amount of mass her body had seemed to have increased, more than there was liquid in the vial, somehow, perhaps some alchemical effect she wasn't aware of.

And while this drink had given her some of her strength back, it was hardly enough.

Rapidly, Sam located other vials and bottles that her new body seemed to want, and she devoured their contents almost like a hungry animal.

While at first these liquids were giving her more mass, now it seemed that her body was to become more "consistent" for lack of a better term, making it easier to modify her shape and keep it.

This gave her an idea, and she attempted to concentrate for a minute.

In her mind, she tried to picture a human body, hers, to be precise, and slowly push her new shape to adopt it.

Her memory of her body was hazy, it was not the kind of thing one notices most of the time, for you just exist with it. But regardless, slowly but surely, her new gelatinous body assumed a feminine humanoid shape.

She extended her arms and hands, rather impressed that she had been able to do it.

With wobbly steps, she tried to walk on her fake legs, and they pleasantly seemed to work.

As a final experiment, she tried to talk again, but as before, nothing came out.

After thinking for a moment, Sam decided to get creative, and sucked an air bubble into her form. Then, she tried to push this air out of a fake mouth, trying to compose words as if a child imitating mouth movements.

"Heee... heeellooooooo..." she managed to say, though it sounded weird and slurred.

Well, at least she could talk with some difficulty! Maybe it would get easier with practice.

Practice. The word made her pause again. Was she stuck like this now? Would it wear off?

Where could she go? The town's people could panic if they saw her like this.

Jacob! She thought. That sweet boy would not rat her out and would probably help her.

With a plan in her mind now, Sam sneaked towards the exit of the house, feeling strangely naked despite not really having much to cover.

Perhaps it was because it now looked like her body was completely exposed.

She wondered what colour she was. The world was basically black and white under her new "eyes".

Once she stepped outside, she decided she could probably sneak around better if she was close to the ground, so she reverted to the more blobish shape she had emerged from under the armoire.

Carefully, she slid from bush to bush and behind every barrel, crate or cart she could find along the roads of the village, always out of sight.

She had never noticed how filthy everything was, though, surprisingly, nothing was sticking to her. It was as if she could repel detritus of her outer layer, dropping it almost as fast as it got stuck to her.

Despite having to keep away from prying eyes, it actually didn't take her long to reach Jacob's place. Her current blob shape was surprisingly fast.

Remembering when she was younger, and she sometimes sneaked in to spend time with him, she quickly made her way towards the back and looked for the gutter pipe that ran down past his bedroom's window.

Carefully, she wrapped some tendrils around the pipe, and slowly ushered herself upwards.

It was thankfully easy to do so, her form almost gliding upwards.

She thought it was good most slimes did not seem interested in invading people's houses, it seemed incredibly easy for them to do so.

As she reached her target, she slowly slithered to the open window, and with a hilarious "flump" sound she slid into the room.

"What was that?" asked Jacob's voice from somewhere inside.

Thinking quickly, Sam pulled some air inside her shape like before, and attempted to mimic speak.

"Jacob... it's me, Sam," she said with a voice that sounded as if she was gurgling, "please don't freak out."

There was a moment of silence.

"Sam?" he parroted with a confused tone, "your voice sounds... super weird. Why are you hiding behind my curtains?"

She was mortified, but also felt as if she had no choice.

"Remember when you told me yesterday about the alchemist?" she said, with a timid and shy tone, "I... sneaked in this morning."

Sam's new senses allowed her to see him facepalming at this, despite hiding behind the curtain.

"Oh dear, oh dear," he said, "we're going to be in so much trouble! What happened?"

She quivered, nervous, not much point in hiding it any more.

"Please don't freak out," she said again, slowly sliding from behind the curtain in her humanoid shape.

Jacob's jaw fell so low, it might as well hit the floor. He wasn't sure what he was even looking at.

"Is... is that you?!" he said, almost paralysed.

Sam nodded, her arms instinctively hugging her translucent frame.

"I tried to open an old armoire... and it fell over me. I don't know what it was full of, but when I woke up, I was like this..." she looked away from him in shame, which was odd now as a reaction, since she didn't have proper eyes any more.

Jacob walked slowly towards her, looking at her from all angles.

She could feel his movements with insane precision, literally feeling his breath and even pulse from where she stood.

The rhythm of his heart soothed her, and she found herself craving being closer to him.

"Can I touch you?" he asked her curiously, extending a hand.

She extended her arm towards his hand.

"I... I think so," she answered, hoping she wasn't caustic.

He gently ran his fingers across her outer layer, sliding across her smooth surface.

His touch reverberated inside her, and she had to contain an impulse to engulf him in response. She was dying for a hug.

"Wow... you are so smooth, it's like soft rubber," he said, still touching her with curiosity, "does it hurt at all?"

She shook her head, trying to focus.

"Jacob, I'm scared," she managed to say, trying to get closer to him.

He was still apprehensive about the situation, but his kindness won in his mind and he opened his arms for her.

She coiled around him with impossible elasticity, hugging every bit of his body she could.

His heartbeat resonated against her body, and a small content smile appeared on her face. Her mind kept mimicking things as if she was still made of flesh and bone.

Jacob wrapped his arms around her and held her head against the crook of his neck, caressing her gelatinous body lovingly.

"We'll have to go back to the old laboratory and see if we can find something to turn you back," he said, still holding him.

She tightened her grip around him.

"Can we just... stay like this for a bit? I've had a rough morning..." she said, feeling she could fall asleep listening to his heart.

He petted her head while nodding, letting her relax against his body.

"We should probably wait till tomorrow anyway, the house will be busy later today," he said, while still trying to console her, "I just hope they don't take any of his stuff away yet."

Sam nodded back to him while focusing on his heartbeat again, she could almost feel his blood rushing through his body, flowing smoothly under his skin.

She gripped him tighter, almost moulding herself to his shape. He had always been slightly taller than her, which she liked, but not particularly thick or muscular.

Then she noticed it.

"Em... Jacob?" she asked, with a giggle, "are you getting chubby?"

An awkward moment of silence fell across the room.

"Well... you are *very* close to me..." he said, blushing.

He was always so cute, Sam thought, she loved making him blush and to play with his short brown hair.

"I thought you'd find me disturbing like this..." she asked, coquettishly rubbing against him.

Jacob blushed even harder, averting eyes from her.

"You're kinda cute like this, very smooth and soft," he said, timidly, "and I like your colour."

It suddenly dawned on Sam.

"What colour am I?" she asked, curious, "I'm colour-blind like this."

He looked at her with a surprised look.

"Oh! Well, you're a lovely shade of light blue," he said looking at her new body up and down, "kinda how you colour water when you are a little kid and don't know any better."

Sam smiled, she liked that colour and how he described it.

"You also look... well... sexier," he said, his eyes obviously ogling her, "not that you weren't before, but it's like you've given yourself a perfect figure."

A naughty grin appeared on her face.

"I guess this is how I wanted to look and moulded myself this way without thinking..." she said, pleased with the results.

She tried to focus on his eyes, he had lovely hazel eyes, but with her new senses she couldn't see them as such, which gave her a small sting of disappointment. On the plus side, she could feel him much more intimately, his breath and heartbeat resonating gently along her body, as if she could touch his whole body at once, and even under his skin.

Her attention was once again drawn to Jacob's arousal, and a naughty idea popped into her head as she pressed her fluid body against his crotch.

"If we're going to be locked here all day... maybe we could have some fun," she said, with a salacious tone.

He giggled and babbled a bit, like he always did when she came onto him.

"Em... well, I'd love to..." he said, obviously excited, "but can you... do it? Like this, I mean..."

She thought about this for a second.

"Only one way to find out, I guess," she said, giving him a smouldering look with her sculpted face.

Jacob swallowed nervously and gently grabbed her body, fondling her outer layer as if it was her old flesh.

It was an odd but pleasant sensation, the pressure against her felt like a particularly effusive caress.

She turned around in his arms, guiding his hands to her breasts and crotch, doing a bubbly giggle in the process.

"Wow," said Jacob, grabbing her bobbly breasts with delight.

"You like them?" she asked as she rubbed her behind against his crotch.

He kissed her neck, and the warmth of his lips seeped into her mass, making her quiver in delight.

"Oh, they are lovely! Also, bigger than they used to..." he said, squeezing them with gusto.

Sam laughed, allowing him to almost meld unto her new body.

"I mean, if I have to have a slime body, I might as well mould it however I want..." she said as Jacob's squeezing made her core tingle.

He continued fondling her for a bit, enjoying her flexible and squeezable body as she focused on making him hard, a cheeky smile on her face as she noticed his bulge grow.

"Someone is ready for action..." she said, sandwiching his package between her jiggly ass checks.

Jacob held her close in response, moving his hands towards her hips and thighs.

"How... well, how do I put it in?" he asked, asking a damned good question.

Sam thought for a second, how indeed? She had no obvious orifices, but could he push inside her without hurting her.

"Try... to push a finger into my body, I'll try to not resist," she said, curious.

"Won't it hurt you?" he asked, moving his hand towards her crotch, perhaps thinking it would be easier somewhere she used to have an opening.

She shrugged for him.

"Let's find out..." she said salaciously.

Jacob shook his head.

"You live too dangerously," he said, feeling his way around her sculpted pussy.

"And your life would be a bore without me," she said with a smile and an eyeless wink.

He held her close as his finger started probing her crotch, feeling the lovely lips she had moulded for him.

It was a lovely sensation, and the pressure against her outer layer didn't hurt as long as he didn't press too hard too fast.

She tried to "thin" herself where he was pressing, already excited about the results, and it thankfully did not disappoint.

Jacob managed to push one finger into her more fluid insides, and the sensation made her whole body literally quiver.

Her outer layer seemed to "suck" Jacob's finger, like a glass holding a vacuum.

Sam let out a depraved gargled moan from her improvised mouth that took both of them by surprise.

"So... I guess it feels good?" Jacob said with a smile, fingering her gently.

She nodded effusively, caressing his face with one hand while holding his hand to her crotch with the other.

"More... please..." she begged, trembling.

As Jacob fiddled with his trousers, trying to unbutton them with one hand, Sam used her flexible shape to help him, by holding her pants with her body and even pulling them down, underpants included.

His stiff phallus bounced free as his underpants came off, slapping her ass with a hilarious yet arousing plap.

Excited and in between giggles from both, Jacob aimed his cock towards her rear, though unsure where to put it.

"Anywhere is good, handsome, just make a hole and take me..." Sam said, dying to have more of him inside her.

He pressed his tip against her outer layer, pushing gently as she thinned it for him.

"That must be the weirdest thing you've ever said to me, and it was hot," he said, holding her tight as he pushed.

"You should be used to my weirdness by now..." she said with a giggle, pushing against him with needy quivers.

With a pop and a slurping sound, Jacob managed to push inside her, and he froze trembling for a moment, his eyes rolling back as he babbled.

"It's like you're sucking me!" he said, the overwhelming stimulation making his knees shake.

Sam giggled, delighted with the result.

She could feel him throbbing inside her, his heartbeat resonating through her fluid body and making her core tingle.

"Sam, hun, if you want me to thrust you're going to have to relax the sucking a bit..." he said, panting against her body, "unless you want to give me a blowjob with your ass..."

Her whole body jiggled with a giggle.

"Let me try..." still delighted with how it felt to have him inside, she tried to calmly make like a small thin tunnel for him inside her, almost like making him an onahole for his pleasure, just the tip of it connected to her fluid.

"Wow..." he said, biting his lip in delight as his hips started moving on their own.

As he slowly settled into a nice rhythm, his breath vibrated against her outer layer, which by now felt like her own skin. His hands pressed against her, a firm grip on her rubbery body as his fingers tried to push deeper.

"So..." he said between happy grunts, "you like it when I stir your insides like this?"

His fingers moved ridiculously deep inside her, more than it would be comfortable normally. She did enjoy it a lot, it felt very intimate to invite him into her body like this.

Her head nodded back to him as she gasped with delight, her mouth feeling a lot more natural now that she had been using it a bit.

"Want me to go deeper?" he asked with a grin, fully knowing the answer.

She nodded happily, already excited by the idea.

He pressed his hand deeper into her, pushing into her fluid insides as if sinking into oil.

Her outer layer seemed to form a kind seal around his wrist, following his hand as it moved higher unto where her womb would have normally resided.

As she quivered in delight, he wriggled his fingers, a cheeky smile on his face.

"Does that feel nice?" he asked, kissing her neck and shoulders.

"Yes!" she gurgled loudly, grinding against his cock with slippery joy.

They both chuckled in between moans, pressing hard against each other.

"What's that red and round thing floating inside you?" he asked with curiosity as his eyes twitched thanks to her grinding.

Sam paused for a second in thought.

"I think that's *me*," she said while caressing his hands sensually.

"... You?" he asked in confusion.

"As in, that's my core, me proper," she answered, trying to explain as best she could, "all the ooze comes from it and I think I can shed or grow, but that bit I cannot replace..."

Jacob slid his hand upwards into her belly, moving closer to her core.

"Can I... touch it?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Sam doubted for a second.

"I think so, but please be very very gentle!" she said, bracing for it.

"Understood, I'll be as delicate as possible," he said, moving his fingers closer.

It felt mind-bogglingly good to have him this deep into her fluid, and as he got closer to her core, a sense of trepidation engulfed her.

The tip of his index finger gently landed against her core, caressing it tenderly.

Sam's whole body slushed in Jacob's arms, as she struggled to maintain a coherent shape.

He retreated his fingers quickly, holding her as she regained her human form again.

"Are you OK?!" he asked, he asked with concern.

She stood there for a second, still quivering a bit.

"That was amazing!" she said in an explosion of joy, "do it again!"

Jacob let out a relieved sigh and moved his hand closer again.

"Should I try and grab it?" he asked her, his salacious tone back.

"Yes! Just be gentle!" she answered excitedly.

He gently reached out with two fingers, grabbing her golf ball sized core carefully and caressed it with his thumb.

Sam thought she was going to explode.

The sensation was like that of someone rubbing your brain, heart and clit at the same time.

An incoherent babble came out of her melting mouth as she tried to speak, struggling once more to keep her current form.

Jacob, mindful of her reactions, released her core to give her a moment to process things.

"Fuck that was amazing" she managed to say, her mind still sky-high from the sensation.

"It feels like a smooth gem with lots of miniscule little holes," he said, knowing she'd be wondering that too.

"It feels as if you were rubbing my clit, and other things, please don't stop!" Her excitement was palpable.

Jacob thought for a moment and moved her hand towards her core again.

"I'm going to try something, stop me if it hurts," he said as his fingers reached out to it.

He gripped it gently like before, but started to slowly move it down through her fluid body, pushing it towards where his own cock had penetrated inside.

With a grin, he placed it slightly above the little channel she had made for his phallus, so it would rub against it with every thrust.

"Oh, that is a genius idea, love," Sam said, slowly finding it easier to keep her shape despite the delightful feelings coursing through her.

Emboldened, Jacob started thrusting hard, slapping his hips against her jelly like rear, making lewd sloppy sounds and the room filled with moans.

Sam couldn't help but vibrate every time the tip of his cock rubbed against her core, it made it oddly easy to shift her face into a more realistic version of what it was, her tongue hanging out in delight.

Her fluid insides sloshed around as if a piston was building pressure.

Jacob held his face next to her neck, his hands grabbing her slippery body firmly, even digging his fingers into her outer layer, making her feel even more taken.

She could feel his cock about to burst, the flowing of blood through his throbbing veins pounding inside her and resonating against her core.

With a sensual move, she arched backwards, ready for him.

Sam didn't have to wait long, with a happy grunt, Jacob exploded inside her, a torrent of warm cum flushing forth.

To her shock, her very core seemed drawn to it, and she instinctively moved the small orb towards his cum and the tip of his cock.

What followed was an indescribable feeling of fullness and satisfaction, her core appeared to be absorbing his seed like a hungry sponge, and with every drop taken a little explosion went off in Sam's mind, different but as enjoyable as an orgasm.

A long happy gurgle came from her, just as long shivers rattled her body, almost melting over her lover.

Jacob fell down on the bed, trying to hold her body as she rapidly lost her shape.

"Sam! Are you OK?" he asked, obviously concerned.

She gurgled out a loud moan, while trying to literally recompose herself.

After a moment, she was able to regain her shape, still gently trembling from the glorious sensation.

"That felt amazing!" she managed to say with slurred and bubbly words.

Jacob let out a big sigh of relief.

"You will be the death of me!" he said, cradling her.

Feeling playful, and way more comfortable with her fluid form, she used her malleability to flip her back and front in his arms, resting her chest and head against his while wrapping her arms around him.

"You're always so sweet to me," she said with such delight she'd be purring if she was a kitten.

He caressed her body, the vibrations of his fingers making her core hunger for more of him.

"That's because I love you, you crazy woman," he said lovingly.

Sam smiled, they had known each other for so long and were thick as thieves, he was always so sweet, never jealous, always supportive.

It made her want to envelop him and smother him with love.

Gently, she rubbed her body against his, listening to the flow of his veins and the rhythm of his breath.

Her beautifully sculpted lips looked for his, and they kissed passionately.

To her shock, he pushed his hand into her body again, and she relaxed instinctively, giving him free rein to reach her core.

Jacob gently held it again with a couple of fingers, making her dizzy with delight, and slowly dragged it through her fluid all the way to her face.

With a cheeky smile, he returned to their kiss, but trying his best to lick her core as his tongue pushed into her silky mouth.

It felt absolutely divine, each of his tongue lashes making her mind blip out of existence for but a moment.

She relaxed in his arms, allowing him to take the initiative.

Jacob did not relent, and continued lovingly kissing her, until an idea popped up in her dirty mind.

With a quick shift, she flipped her top and bottom, so suddenly he had her sculpted pussy lips on his face, while she was "facing" his crotch, which was slowly coming back to life.

"You scared the hell out of me!" he said, startled but quickly attacking her pussy again.

Sam giggled for him, making cutesy bubbly noises.

"Well, it was as if you were making out with my clit, so I figured it would make more sense like this," she said while pressing her face against his engorging crotch, loving the vibrations from the flowing of blood under his skin.

He nuzzled her pussy, holding her back tight.

"You do have a point!" he said, redoubling his efforts.

She giggled while observing his engorging cock, every throb making her want to devour it.

So she did, engulfing his phallus with her body, once again adapting it so it was a perfect sheath for him.

A loud trembling moan escaped him, almost paralysing him in place.

"Sam! That's amazing!" he said, grabbing her fluid body as if holding for dear life.

Pleased with the result, she started not so much sucking him, as masturbating him with her "mouth".

As she did, her hands slowly cupped his testes, tenderly massaging them with such delight that the cute boy could only babble incoherently.

Following the sweet vibrations of his body, her hands turned more into tendrils, sliding under his scrotum and peaking into his cute little ass.

He tensed up with a gasp, obviously enjoying her attention, while still trying to keep servicing her pussy and core, though not with much success.

Sam, now almost fully hypnotized by his lovely reactions, gently delved into his ass, looking for his prostate, which she gently pressed and massaged with her flexible tendril.

She could feel his eyes rolling back, barely able to contain his incoming orgasm.

Remembering how she felt the first time, she slowly shifted her core to be closer to her "mouth" and his cock, which was throbbing like a volcano about to blow.

With a final push, she suckled as much as she could, using a tiny tendril-like finger to draw small circles against Jacob's little prostate.

He couldn't hold out any more, and with a loud moan that resonated through the house, he orgasmed for her with more force than she had ever seen.

A jet of his cum hit her core directly, making her go into a frenzy of pleasure as her nucleus absorbed it.

It felt like taking him directly into her brain, and he could taste his very being.

Her body kept milking him instinctively, just as she again lost her shape slightly, turning into a mindless cute pile of goo.

For what felt like an eternity, she floated in a delightful void, his taste circling around her thoughts.

She slowly returned to consciousness, and she was pleased to see herself still on top of him, Jacob panting and moaning, still reeling in from her epic blowjob.

Sam slowly shifted on top of him, until she was nestled on his side, using his shoulder as a pillow, her hands caressing his chest.

She'd never felt so close to him before, the more her core tasted him, the more she couldn't take him off her mind.

And it felt right and pleasant, almost romantic.

"By the gods, I think you almost killed me with that!" he said, his tone making clear it was a risk he'd be more than willing to take again.

"You've been so sweet and supportive, you deserved it," she said, drifting off to "sleep" by the lovely sound of his relaxing heart.

He held her close, rolling to one side, so he could place her head against his chest.

"You know, you're very cool like this, not that you weren't before, mind you," he said, fatigue lulling him to sleep.

She wrapped her arms around him, giving him loving kisses on the chest.

"I think I know what you mean, it's actually rather useful," she said.

"What I mean to say is... that if we can't turn you back, it's going to be OK," he said, squeezing her in his arms.

Sam smiled quietly in his arms.

"Yeah, I think you're right," she answered softly.

They slowly fell asleep together. Tomorrow they would check the old house again for a solution, but for now, they were happy.