This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder Than Expected

5.19 – Mini-Goo I

Content Advisory: Miniature slimegirls (and the stuff you’d expect with that)

Zoey and Delta exited the arcade restroom with some awkwardness, having obviously gotten carried enough to be heard by anyone passing by. Loud, semi-public hijinks did come with an unfortunate reality—and in this case, it was the uncomfortable, blushing young employee who told them they had to leave. The two of them had at least cleaned up after themselves. That was the bare minimum of consideration they could give.

Delta walked a bit funny on their way back to the guild. She’d handled bigger problems than what Zoey had just given her—namely down in the second shard, with that special encounter—but that had been with the help of a stretchiness potion. Two fourteen inch cocks had pushed the poor foxgirl to her limit, even accounting for Zoey’s passive accommodation skill.

“You don’t have to look so smug about it,” Delta said, elbowing her. “Yes, I can’t walk straight. Of course I can’t. It still hurts.”

“I didn’t go too hard, did I?”

“Back to sweet and caring, now?” Delta snorted. “Yes, two of those monsters was too much. And I can’t wait for it to happen again.”

That was something, at least. She did feel a bit bad about how roughly she had used Delta, even if it seemed she was happy about the situation.

They made it back to the guild with Delta hanging on Zoey’s arm the whole way through—and this time, probably because she halfway needed the help to walk. Even with a wayfarer’s massively improved constitution, being stretched in the way Zoey had punished her, Delta might need a night’s rest before she was fully recovered. She tried not to feel smug about that, but failed.

They split off to their own rooms to get cleaned off. Zoey would have joined Delta in the shower if she didn’t fear being unable to help herself from ravishing the foxgirl another round—and she really thought Delta needed the break.

Walking in, something sitting on the nightstand caught her eye—an item that Zoey had halfway forgotten about until just now.

The jar of green goo that Mel had given her had changed. Before, it had just been a green puddle sitting at the bottom of the glass container, seemingly inert. Mel had said it was ‘her’, in a way, so Zoey hadn’t stored it in her inventory; she carried it along the manual way.

But rather than being a jar with some green gelatin at the bottom, it was a jar with a person inside, now.

Or rather, a miniature slimegirl. Not more than seven or so inches tall, not even reaching the top of the jar itself—which was a large, thick piece of glass meant for alchemy reagent collection.

Shocked, Zoey came closer. Having also seen Zoey, the green goo-girl inside patted the glass jar in excitement, then waved rapidly at her.

“Mel?” Zoey asked.

The goo-girl continued to cheerfully go wild, ecstatic at Zoey’s arrival. Her bouncy curves were as generous as Mel’s—and as on display. She was more or less an exact replica, just scaled down.

“Mel? That’s you? Really?” Zoey grabbed the jar and lifted it up to get a better look.

Inside, the goo-girl hesitated, then shrugged. She nodded, then shook her head.

“You can understand me?”

A nod.

“But … can’t talk?”

Another nod.

“Huh,” Zoey said. What did she mean by the confusion in her response to ‘are you Mel’, then? She had both nodded and shook her head. Then, she both was and was not Mel? She guessed for a separate entity spawned from Mel’s body, that made some kind of sense. Maybe they had come from the same template and she had Mel’s memories, but technically wasn’t Mel? “Here, let me get you out of there.”

She uncapped the jar, then held a few fingers down into the space, which the goo-girl eagerly grabbed onto. She was, like Mel, warm and sticky to the touch. Zoey lifted her out, then set her on her palm. She held her, the experience feeling somewhat surreal—having a sapient mini-Mel sitting there in her palm, beaming at her.

Then, something that Zoey probably should have expected happened. Mel pointed at Zoey’s crotch, then pointed at her own mouth.

“Uh,” Zoey said.

Mel repeated the action, then stomped her foot and crossed her arms.

“Mel said you’d need to be fed,” Zoey said. “That’s what you’re asking?”

Gooey green hair bounced as mini-Mel nodded rapidly. She gave two thumbs up and a bright smile.

“How’s that supposed to work?” Zoey asked, a bit incredulously. The goo-girl was like, seven inches tall.

She pointed insistently at Zoey’s crotch, then mimed dragging her pants down. Then she mimed some cruder actions, and Zoey’s eyes widened.

“You want to handle it yourself?”

Mel looked at her incredulously.

Which, yeah. Obviously Mel would want to handle the extraction herself. But with a seven-inch version of her body? Seriously, how would that even work? Zoey’s cock was literally bigger than her.

Zoey kind of wanted to find out—even if the idea was pretty weird. But weird wasn’t bad. Plenty of things she’d gotten up to recently were weird.

Still, a seven inch slimegirl? Pleasuring her?

Mel stomped her foot impatiently, demanding to know why Zoey was hesitating. She was, it seemed, eager to get started.

Well.

Might as well, then.

The poor goo-girl did need to be fed.

Zoey placed Mel onto the bed, then sat herself, tossing off her shoes and wiggling down her pants. Despite having just emptied herself into Delta several times, her cock had already grown to full mast. Ephy’s blessing really came with a versatile, always-ready tool. She took off the portal panties next, revealing the fourteen inches of twitching girlcock—a sight that Mel, to her side, audibly cheered at. She couldn’t talk, apparently, but could still make noises. The miniature slime girl threw herself onto Zoey’s lap, arms wrapping around the giant member she would soon be extracting her meal from.

After wiggling her body against Zoey’s cock for a moment, the slime girl seemed to come to terms with the reality of the situation. She stepped back and frowned. She shared a glance with Zoey.

“Yeah,” Zoey said dryly. “That’s what I was saying.”

Mel—or mini-Mel, she supposed, but sharing the name was easier—gave a firm, determined nod, indicating she wouldn’t be dissuaded from her task. She wanted to handle extraction herself, so she would figure out the inconvenience of the size difference.

Her body rippled, and after a shapeshifting attempt—a skill even miniature slimes apparently had—she managed to put on about two more inches. Which left her at nine, five short of Zoey’s own cock. Still, it closed the gap somewhat. Maybe Mel would be able to grow more in the future, but she didn’t have enough mass to manage it right now. Presumably she’d one day grow back to a normal sized slimegirl, though that was guessing on Zoey’s part. This was obviously unexplored territory.

Now a bit taller, Mel hugged Zoey’s cock a second time, and Zoey let out a soft sigh, cock twitching in pleasure as the sticky, hot slime of Mel’s body massaged her. Her tits pressed into the pillar of Zoey’s cock, and she rubbed her body up and down. Zoey would give the slimegirl credit; the tight squeeze of her body, and the warm, sticky slime sliding against her cock, felt pretty good. It might take longer than usual, but if she worked hard at it, Mel could accomplish her goal.

Zoey leaned back on her elbows and enjoyed the show. Mel worked away, massaging her shaft, for about a minute before she stepped back and considered a better approach. She looked around the room, then pointed at a pillow, then at the base of Zoey’s cock. She intuited what the slimegirl wanted: a platform. Zoey grabbed two pillows and stacked them on her thighs. The slimegirl climbed up, now in reach of Zoey’s cock tip—something she took advantage of.

She hugged around the ridge of Zoey’s tip, sliding her arms up and down, making her cock twitch in pleasure. A bead of precum leaked out, and Mel happily cleaned it up. She ran her tongue and mouth across the head of Zoey’s cock, still rubbing her tits and arms around the ridge, and her stomach and lower body across her shaft.

Zoey exhaled, the pleasure building. Mel knew her way around a cock, and her hot and sticky body provided an amazing sensation, especially when her assault was focused on the more sensitive tip.

She pleasured Zoey that way for a while. Eventually, though, Mel wanted more. With some effort, she grappled up Zoey’s cock until she she was perched on top of it. She straddled Zoey’s cock head, rubbing her lower half into Zoey—as if she were trying to penetrate herself. The idea made her heart jump, but Zoey couldn’t help but let out a short, incredulous laugh.

“That’s not gonna work, Mel,” Zoey said. “Seriously? Come on.”

Mel pouted. She continued to rub her lower half against Zoey, desperately trying to work herself down. She gave a pointed look to Zoey, as if saying, ‘Come on. At least try. Help me.’

Zoey hesitated. Would it be possible? Mel was a slime girl; she could expand about as much as she needed to. And Zoey had a skill to help too. But really? She was nine inches tall.

Seeing the curvy miniature goo-girl desperately rub herself against her cock tip, Zoey made up her mind. There was no harm in trying. She reached out and grabbed Mel by the torso, enveloping the girl with her hand. Mel was asking for it.

She gripped Mel tight around her stomach, her hand engulfing the miniature slime entirely, then pressed down, lowering the sticky slime girl down onto her cock. Mel’s thighs brushed around her cock head as Zoey pressed, and Mel wiggled back and forth, helping where she could, too. Zoey grunted as she pushed harder, and to both of their surprises, Mel’s tight entrance finally started to open up.

At the enticing sensation, Zoey couldn’t help herself. She shoved down, forcing Mel onto her. Her cock slid into Mel’s tiny body. Squishy hot slime squeezed around her from all sides, and Zoey let out a gasp at the insanely constricting sensation. Mel wiggled and whined atop her, crying out in pain and pleasure as Zoey’s cockhead pushed forward to be suspended in her see-through stomach, bulging it outward.

“Fuck,” Zoey moaned. “It worked.” She stared, enraptured at the sight—and the sensation. “I—I want more.”

She didn’t give the slimegirl a chance to reply, pushing down harder to slide herself deeper into Mel’s body. Her cock slid up several more inches, Mel’s sticky, flexible form barely able to fit her. Zoey grunted, then lifted Mel up, then slapped her back down, sliding the top four inches of her cock all the way up to the top of her torso, using the tiny slimegirl as a personal cocksleeve.

Mel moaned as Zoey slowly started pounding into her miniature body. Her slime wobbled and jiggled with each hard slap, Zoey using her like a pocket-pussy. She stroked herself, Mel’s pussy providing an unbelievable pressure, and feeling the grip of her hand, too. She worked Mel up and down her cock, hard and fast, her goo slapping and squelching as Zoey’s cock filled her up over and over.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Zoey groaned. “God, Mel, I can’t believe it. Can I—Can I finish in you?”

Mel nodded rapidly. She hugged her own stomach, bouncing up and down as Zoey’s cock filled then unfilled her. Her eyes had glazed over, the extreme pressure almost too much for even the insatiable goo-girl.

With each thrust, Mel's flexible body was pushed to its limits, her skin stretching and bulging outward as Zoey's massive cock slid deep inside her. But still, Mel moaned and gasped in pleasure, completely lost in the sensation of being stretched and filled by Zoey's cock.

Zoey jerked her hips in small thrust and used the miniature woman as a stroker, her pleasure slowly building. The sensation of Mel's tight, stretched body enveloping her cock turned her thoughts hazy. She wanted to explode inside the goo-girl, to stuff her tiny body with wave after wave of hot cum.

“Okay,” Zoey grunted. “You ready?”

At another bout of rapid nodding, Zoey gripped Mel with both hands and pumped desperately, Mel’s stomach and body distending outward. Mel shook atop her, her entire body contracting as she came to her own climax, and the somehow-tighter pressure of her orgasm milked out Zoey’s own finish.

She came hard, filling Mel up with warm seed. Zoey trembled and shook, toes curling as she spurted deep inside Mel, the goo girl taking everything she had to give. Mel let out a low, groaning moan as she was filled up with ejection after ejection, stomach stretching wider with each pulse of hot, thick, sticky girl cum.

Zoey held her toy there for a moment, savoring the sight of her bulging stomach as she came down from her high. Cum poured from Mel and down Zoey’s cock, even Mel’s elastic body unable to handle the entire load. Mel lay slumped in her grip, twitching as she likewise came down from her explosive high. Both of her hands rested on her rounded stomach, cradling her hard-earned load.

Finally, Zoey pulled Mel off of her, her dick leaving with a squelch. Mel clamped down with her hands between her legs, stopping her meal from escaping. She gave Zoey a hazy-eyed look, then forced a smile, satisfied despite her exhaustion.

Zoey shook her head, incredulous at what had happened, and a bit embarrassed, then laughed. She stood and carried the goo-girl back to her jar and put her inside.

Well. That had been an unexpected detour.