I stumble backward, my back hitting the bathroom door as I try to put distance between us. "What the fuck? We just fucking met! You're a walking, talking slime monster, and you want to suck my dick? This is too much!"
Amy doesn't seem bothered by my outburst. Instead, she continues to transform before my eyes. The purple mass below her torso begins to solidify, forming hips, legs, and even... clothes? A simple black dress materializes over her body, clinging to her curves like it's been painted on.
"That's right," she says, nodding thoughtfully as her feet take shape, complete with black ballet flats. "Men don't really like sex, I forgot. I can see that in Amy's mind."
Her eyes drop to the obvious bulge in my pants, and her head tilts with genuine confusion. "But you seem ready to go."
"Hold on, hold on," I say, running a shaky hand through my hair. I'm overwhelmed, my brain trying to process everything that's happened in the last hour. Attempted suicide, sentient slime rescue, and now sexual propositions.
I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, feeling my racing heartbeat gradually return to something resembling normal. The frantic edge of panic starts to dull, replaced by a strange, resigned calm.
"Before we do anything like... that," I say, gesturing vaguely at her suggestive posture, "can I at least ask you a few questions?"
Amy's face lights up with a warm smile that transforms her features from unsettling to almost angelic. "You can ask me anything you want, Ben," she says, her voice melodic and soothing.
Before I can react, she extends a hand toward me. I flinch, but instead of touching me directly, slime tendrils I hadn't noticed shoot out from behind her, wrapping around my back. They pull me down gently, cushioning my fall as I'm lowered to the bathroom floor.
"What the…" I start to protest, but more tendrils emerge, wrapping around my wrists and ankles in smooth, cool bindings. They don't hurt, but they're surprisingly strong, holding me firmly in place.
"But just ask me while I suck, okay?" Amy purrs, slithering forward with predatory grace. "I'm so hungry for you, Ben."
I feel a flash of annoyance, but if I'm being honest with myself, I'm not entirely freaked out by being restrained like this. I'm pretty used to being held down. I think about all the times Liz did it to me, pinning my wrists above my head while she rode me, telling me to be a good boy and stay still.
I snap out of the memory haze and back to reality. "Listen, I don't want this right now, okay?" I say with surprising calmness, given the circumstances.
She freezes. The playful seduction vanishes from her face, replaced by something cold and calculating. Her eyes narrow to slits, pupils dilating until they consume almost all of the purple iris.
"I was planning on absorbing you today when I saw you, Ben," she says, her voice dropping an octave. "Beautiful, delicious looking, quite enticing."
I gulp audibly.
"But then you saved me," she continues, her gaze softening slightly. Her head swivels as she takes in the bathroom, then peers through the doorway into the living room beyond, examining everything with the air of someone mentally redecorating. Like she's planning to live here.
"And before that," she adds, turning back to me, "I saved you."
Before I can protest further, her hands move with inhuman speed. There's a ripping sound as my pants are torn clean off my body, the denim shredding like tissue paper.
"You and I were meant to be, Ben. Can't you tell?" Her voice is hypnotic, almost pleading. "You're so lost. Let me help you."
I open my mouth to object again, but she dips her head and takes my cock fully into her mouth in one smooth motion. I gasp, my back arching involuntarily.
It feels like a real mouth but... better. Impossibly warm and slick, with a gentle suction that seems to pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat. Her tongue moves in ways no human tongue could, wrapping completely around my shaft while simultaneously caressing the head.
"Holy shit," I whisper, my resolve weakening. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure building rapidly as she works me with supernatural skill.
For a moment, I let myself get lost in it. After the day I've had, maybe I deserve this small comfort.
But then I remember what she said. Absorbing me. The casual mention of eating that girl from earlier. The way she's looking at me like I'm both a toy and a meal.
"Stop," I manage to say, my voice strangled with a mix of pleasure and fear. "Amy, please. Stop."
Amy doesn't stop. Instead, her neck bulges unnaturally, the skin stretching and rippling until it splits open, revealing a second mouth forming just below her jawline. The new orifice is smaller but perfectly formed, with glistening purple lips that curl into a smirk.
"I'm not gonna stop when you're responding so well," the neck-mouth says, its voice higher pitched than her normal one. "What do you want?"
I whimper helplessly as her tongue suddenly starts doing an impossible spinning technique on my cock, corkscrewing around it while applying pressure in waves that travel from base to tip.
She laughs with her neck mouth, the sound eerily musical. "You're not even struggling at all despite being held down. You're funny."
I moan, my hips bucking involuntarily against her mouth. My brain is barely functioning, torn between terror and the most intense pleasure I've ever felt. "What are you?" I manage to gasp.
"I'm Amy," she says simply through her original mouth, pulling off my cock just long enough to answer before diving back down.
"Yes, but what exactly are you, Amy?" I gasp between moans, my brain struggling to form coherent thoughts as pleasure builds to an almost unbearable level.
"I'm a primordial ooze, Ben," she says sarcastically through her neck mouth, rolling her eyes. "But you keep calling me slime, so let's just go with that."
The tendril around my wrist tighten slightly as I strain against it. "Are you going to absorb me?"
She smirks, the expression somehow more genuine than any I've seen on her main face. "No. I want a partner. I want someone to want and someone who will want me. I've decided you're that someone."
As she says that, something inside me snaps. The pressure that's been building explodes without warning, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. I arch my back, crying out as waves of pleasure crash through me.
"Ahh fuck, I'm sorry I didn't warn you," I moan out, my voice breaking. "It came on so fast."
Amy doesn't miss a beat, swallowing everything while making appreciative humming noises. Her eyes roll back slightly, glowing with an unnatural purple light as she gulps down my release.
When she finally pulls away, both mouths are smiling, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "Delicious," she purrs, licking her lips with a tongue that's just a bit too long to be human. "Better than I even expected. So much... Zest!"
The tendrils holding me slowly retract, melting back into her body. I sit up, suddenly aware of how exposed I am, with my pants in tatters around my ankles.
"So... what happens now?" I ask, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation.
Amy sits back on her heels, her form becoming more solid and human-like by the minute. "Now we get to know each other," she says simply. "I've never had a partner before."
"And what exactly does being your 'partner' entail?"
She tilts her head, considering. "I protect you. You feed me. We share a life." Her eyes brighten with girlish excitement. "I've always wanted to try human things. Dating. Movies. Sex. Sleeping in a bed instead of a drain pipe."
I stare at her blankly, trying to process everything that's happening. My mind keeps flashing back to Liz, her smile, her laugh, how empty her eyes looked when she didn't recognize me earlier today. The weight of my loss crashes back into me, momentarily forgotten during this bizarre encounter.
I shift awkwardly, trying to lean back against the edge of the tub for support. "This is insane. I can't just…"
Before I can finish, Amy's tendrils wrap around my waist, yanking me fully into the tub with her. The slime envelops me up to my chest, surprisingly warm and comforting despite its alien nature.
"Cuddling too," she announces cheerfully, pressing her newly-formed body against mine. "This is what humans do after sex, right? I saw it in movies."
"You don't get it," I choke out, voice cracking. "I lost the most important person in my life. I want to kill myself. I don't want to be with you. I want Liz."
Amy's expression shifts, the playfulness vanishing as she studies my face. She moves behind me, slime tendrils wrapping around my shoulders in what would feel like a massage if it weren't so alien. Her mouth appears next to my ear, lips brushing against my skin as she whispers.
"If you try to kill yourself again, darling, I'll absorb you," she says, her voice honey-sweet but laced with unmistakable menace. "And I'll put your consciousness through such hell you'll wish I had just let you die today."
I freeze, a cold shiver running down my spine despite the warmth of her slime.
"You'd be trapped inside me forever," she continues, tendril-fingers digging into my shoulders. "Aware. Feeling. But never in control again."
I swallow hard, trying to process the threat. "Why do you even care if I live or die? You don't know me."
Amy's form shifts, rippling against my back as she molds herself more comfortably around me. "I told you. I want a partner. And I've chosen you."
"Oh, and by the way," Amy adds, her voice suddenly casual as if she hasn't just threatened to trap me in eternal torment, "Slimes mate for life, Ben. It's done. End of Story."
I stare at her at a loss when another thoughts pops in my head. "So, is the real Amy gone? The human Amy, you... absorbed."
Amy's expression shifts, her purple eyes dimming slightly as she considers my question. For a moment, she looks almost vulnerable, like a child caught in a lie.
"Not exactly," she says, her voice softer than before. Her form ripples against me, the slime tendrils around my shoulders loosening their grip. "I have her memories, her knowledge. Parts of her personality merged with mine."
"That's not what I asked," I push. "Is she conscious in there? Is she trapped like you threatened to trap me?"
Amy's face contorts slightly, features shifting in a way that human muscles never could. "She was delicious," she says finally, avoiding my eyes. "Her essence was... absorbed completely. There's no separate consciousness if that's what you're asking."
"So she's dead," I state flatly. "You killed her."
"I didn't kill her," Amy protests, sounding genuinely offended. "I transformed her. Upgraded her. She's part of something better now." She gestures to her mostly-human form. "Me."
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. The numbness I've been fighting all day washes over me in a cold wave, drowning out the fear, the confusion, even the lingering physical pleasure. What's the point of fighting? Of anything?
I slump against the porcelain tub, my body going limp in her slime embrace. The tendrils around me sense the change, loosening slightly as if confused by my sudden surrender.
Amy's expression shifts, her eyes softening as she studies my face. She slides around to face me, her body rippling like water as she moves.
"You're thinking about her again," she whispers, cupping my cheek with a hand that feels almost human now. "That Liz girl."
I can't even muster the energy to respond.
Amy leans closer, her lips brushing against my ear. "How about I absorb Liz too?" she whispers, her voice silky and tempting. "In fact, if you really want, I don't even mind becoming the Liz you want me to be."
My head snaps up, eyes widening as I stare at her. "What?"
She smiles, purple eyes glittering with excitement. "I could find her, absorb her, take her form completely." Her body ripples, features beginning to shift. "I could be your Liz. Look like her, sound like her, have all her memories. Even Smell like her."
"No," I whisper, horrified yet unable to look away as her face begins to morph, cheekbones shifting position, her hair changing its hue to blonde.
"Why not?" Amy asks, her features halfway between her own and Liz's, creating a disturbing hybrid that makes my stomach churn. "I could be perfect for you. Just like her, but better. I could love you the way she never will."
"Just leave her alone, please," I beg. I can't bear the thought of Liz being consumed, erased, even if it means I could have some twisted version of her back. "Don't hurt her."
Amy's features snap back to their original form so quickly it makes me dizzy. Her eyes narrow, lips pressed into a thin line as she studies my face. The slime around me tightens slightly, not enough to hurt but enough to remind me of her power.
"Then you gotta learn to love Amy the most," she says, her voice childlike yet eerily threatening. She cups my face with both hands, forcing me to look at her. "You have to learn how to love me, Ben. Not her. Me."
The desperation in her voice catches me off guard.
"Okay, okay… Just leave Liz alone." I plead.
"Deal."