My Life As A Host To A Slime 23

My Life As A Host To A Slime Monster 23 - Regret (fiction, F19, supernatural, monster)

I went to sleep crying trying to profess my love to a person I had only known for the last few days and when I woke up I felt completely and utterly dead to the world.

I opened my eyes in the near darkness and momentarily looked around to see Cameron sitting next to opposite side of he bed lightly reading a book with hardly any light on, the only light was coming from outside of the room.

I blinked and hoarsely spoke, "How can you read in the dark like that?"

Cameron licked his thumb and turned the page before continuing to read as he spoke, "Part of being a Minotaur ma'am," he looked at me, "we have great night vision."

I looked at him momentarily fascinated by him still remembering my confession before I moved onto the next subject, "How long have I been asleep?"

Cameron spoke still reading, "19 hours, 38 minutes and..." he flicked his wrist to show an oversized watch on his wrist, "12 seconds."

I blinked at the accurate time.

I tried to move and immediately felt a sharp pain in my arm causing me to hiss at the pain. I looked at my arm to see there was two half full bags next to me connected to my arm. One was a saline bag and the other was a blood bag with a clear 'O-' stamped on the bag.

Cameron immediately spoke, "I wouldn't bend your arm like that or the needle will do damage."

I looked at Cameron after that question was answered, "I need to pee." Just as my stomach grumbled loudly. I blushed at that as I meekly spoke, "And some food would be appreciated."

Cameron nodded as he licked his thumb and turned the page before dog earring the page and closing it. He got up and walked around the bed before removing all the covers.

I looked at him, "I can go to the bathroom myself you know."

He didn't say anything as he disconnected my lines and sealing them before helping me up onto my feet then turning around and walking out of the room.

I pouted as I watched him leave thinking that maybe just maybe I should stop being a bitch to him as I felt a sting in my eyes making them water.

I stood there long enough thinking about my faux pas but was delighted when Cameron returned with a large tray of food with pitchers of water.

He stopped momentarily looking at me, "Did you already pee, ma'am?"

I blinked and remembered my teeth were floating as I tried to bolt to the bathroom but ended up stumbling into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me.

I turned on the light and blinked in surprise as I saw my sorry state in the mirror as I looked at a stranger in the face.

I mean it was me... I think.

My hair was completely wild as I had a combination mix of bed head, wild sex hair, and electrified hair.

My face looked like it was meant to be on a porcelain doll as any resemblance of acne never graced my face, which is something that made me extremely happy. But now it looked ghostly... completely pale as my face was completely ashen. There were huge bags under my eyes.

My boobs looked much much larger as they also looked completely veiny in my milky white skin. And my areoles looked so dark as it was a stark contrast to what I had a day or two ago as they were pink and puffy. Now they were dark and my nipples were much more larger than they were the other day.

My hips were also a stark contrast to what they were before I became the host of a slime. I mean yes I was rail thin before I became a host. Now it looked more like I was in between being rail thin and toned. Also on my torso was a huge bandage and wrap on my side in between my rib cage and hip... right where asshole pierced me with his 20 foot fucking werewolf nail.

I continued to look down at myself see stark comparisons. I bend slightly as I lift my leg to look at my possession expecting it to be hanging with my flaps all fucked up after having so many men the other day and pushing out Bee's slime daughters. But when I looked she looked like a pristine new virgin pussy. I smiled at that finding.

I turned sideways to look at myself in the mirror seeing again the stranger in the reflection had my rail thin torso but everything else looked unlike my normal reflection as the assets were clearly not mine.

I blinked as I thought was this the first time seeing myself after seeing what Bee did to me? I shook my head and remembered that I did see myself after Bee changed me.

So why did I look so fucking different?

I mean just the other day before my train session I looked like this porcelain bimbo doll. And now I looked like this porcelain goth train wreck?

Was it because I was still healing from werewolf boy's fucking tainted nail piercing my body and possibly infecting me with... lupus? Whatever it's called being a fucking werewolf.

I growled as I hated myself for not knowing my new world. I should know what a fucking werewolf is called as I had read a few fantasy books but the word was escaping me.

I sighed as I turned again looking weirdly at my breasts and noticing the super brown areoles and enlarged nipples. Something about them was sending off warnings that wasn't clicking in my head.

Then I remembered my urge to pee and finished my mad dash to the toilet as I sprayed the bowl before I could even finish sitting down and letting out a long relieved sigh. I felt my eyes flutter as the relief was almost exotic... definitely euphoric.

As I sat there letting my body release all it's accumulated waste after sleeping for over 19 hours, though I'm kind of surprised I didn't wet the bed after sleeping for that fucking long, I looked down at my bandage and curiosity got the best of me.

I gingerly peeled different parts of the tape away until I could finally pull the entire bandage away as I lightly ground my teeth as the tape was unforgiving as it held onto my skin like the adhesive was made from super glue... but I got it done and with minimal cursing and minimal crying from the pain of the adhesive.

When the bandage fell away I looked at my side seeing that the hole was degrees smaller as it was now the size of a dime and blood started pouring out.

I quickly started screaming as my scare quickly returned causing Cameron to burst in through the door almost tearing the door off the hinges causing me to scream in a higher pitched shrill as I held onto my body trying to cover myself up and the final part of my bladder rushed out like a fucking fire hose on full blast.

Cameron took one look around, probably making sure I wasn't in mortal danger, before his eyes landed on the bandage before his face softened, "You done peeing, ma'am?"

Just then a fat PLOP echoed from the quietness making my face turn bright red from embarrassment.

Cameron lightly smirked before he nodded as he exited the room making me sigh and curse lightly after having Cameron literally scare the shit out of me. Before I could actually recover from everything Cameron returned making me cover myself back up at the sudden return.

Cameron didn't say anything instead he moved over to the tub and somehow sat on the thin strip of exposed tub though he still towered over me as he calmly spoke, "Lift your arm so I can re-bandage you."

I looked at him momentarily before sighing and saying 'fuck it!' as he had more than earned my trust. I lifted my arm exposing my hole as blood freely poured out.

Cameron put on a blue glove and I lightly wondered where he was able to find a glove in his size before I made my own joke 'Probably at Giants R Us' and immediately thought it was stupid before I went in my own head 'Oh I KNOW MINOTAURS R US!'.

That made me laugh though I was sure if I told that joke I would get crickets chirping somehow.

I watched as Cameron pulled up a jar and held it up for me to see as he calmly spoke, "This is to help seal the wound."

I nodded, "Right!"

He looked at me flatly, "I have to warn you this will burn as it seals your open wound."

I nodded again as I spoke again, "Right!"

I watched as he liberally pulled out a thick blob of the almost yellowish greenish vaseline looking substance before he leaned and rubbed the gelatinous substance over my wound.

I initially flinched because he forgot to warn me that the gel was fucking cold but it wasn't long as I ground my teeth as the burning almost happened immediately.

Cameron smiled at me, "You can curse if you want to."

That was all the permission I needed to hear as I let out a torrent of curse words that I knew as each word went up in pitch as I tired to let everything out in one breath.

After my torrent was finished I leaned down panting. I saw in the corner of my eye Cameron smirking again, "Feel better?"

I panted as I nodded.

Cameron stood up as he removed the glove, "Well you're all bandaged again." He looked down at me, "Do try to keep this one on longer than a couple of hours, ma'am."

I, of course, immediately looked at my side to see my side had a new huge bandage and that damn adhesive was back. I blinked wondering when he did that and assumed it must have been during my torrent of curse words.

I looked up at the tall impressive figure feeling that leering emotion coming back to make me feel stupid again.

Cameron stood there for a moment before he moved to the door and I quickly spoke, "Cameron!"

He stopped but didn't move to acknowledge me.

I fumbled at my words, "I'm sorry about earlier."

He didn't move as he spoke softly, "Earlier?"

I sighed as I looked down, "When I said I loved you." I felt the tears coming as I looked at him, "I don't know where that came from."

Cameron stood motionless looking out beyond the doorway his face completely stoic not showing any emotion.

Now the tears were running down as I literally felt my heart wanting to stop so it can destroy itself.

Suddenly Cameron spoke, "Did you mean it?"

I looked at him, feeling my tears falling as my eyesight got blurry, "Yes!"

This time even in my blurred vision I could see his eyes shift to me without moving his head, "You sure, ma'am?"

Again I spoke, "Yes!"

Cameron sighed and finally moved as he put his monstrous hand on the doorframe and wall but still didn't say anything.

I spoke nearly sobbing, "Well?"

Cameron finally regained his composure and went back to attention. He stood there for a long moment before he finally spoke, "We'll talk about it." He turned his head still stoic, "Come eat."

Just then another echoing PLOP can be heard as I dropped another log that I was sure was my heart.

Cameron smirked as he tilted his head, "After your done, ma'am."

With that he walked out the door and letting see for the first time what happened to the door as the only thing holding it together was the paint, hinges,... and a prayer as it flopped closed no signs of rigidity left in the rectangular object as it clicked close.

I sat there letting myself officially cry and sniffling like an idiot as for the first time I hated being a host and wished I never met Prime so I could have never met Cameron that way I wouldn't feel like my heart was breaking... again.