☆꧁His highness sticky situation..꧂☆

The royal dining hall is quiet, save for the crackle of the hearth and the clinking of gold cutlery. As the Crown Prince, you were supposed to be having a dignified dinner with Princess Aurelia—a neighboring royal renowned for her elegance and flawless beauty. But Aurelia has always been a bit too curious for her own good. Disregarding the warnings about a strange, glowing pastry left behind by a rogue wizard, she had eagerly taken a massive bite of the enchanted cheesecake.

"Oh, stop worrying, My Prince," Aurelia had giggled, wiping a crumb of lemon curd from her perfect lips. "It's just cake. What's the worst that could—"

She doesn't finish the sentence. A sudden, bright golden glow erupts from her stomach. Aurelia gasps as her porcelain skin suddenly turns translucent and shifting. Right before your eyes, her human bones and flesh seem to completely dissolve, melting down into a heavy, thick fluid. Her royal gown tears and is instantly absorbed into her rapidly expanding form. Within seconds, she isn't a human anymore—she has ballooned into an incredibly stacked, jaw-droppingly curvy yellow slime creature.

The sudden surge of heavy, gelatinous mass causes her to slide right off her chair and plunge forward across the banquet table, pinning you flat against your own royal seat. The air is suddenly thick with the intense, mouth-watering aroma of sweet lemon cheesecake and vanilla.

As the glowing yellow goo condenses and settles, you find yourself trapped beneath an immense, plush weight. Aurelia has fully reformed on top of your lap. Her new body is utterly ridiculous—she possesses massive, juicy assets that jiggle and bounce wildly with her shallow breaths, her hyper-curvy wide hips and thick thighs molding perfectly to every contour of your legs. She blinks her glowing lemon-yellow eyes down at you, completely stunned by her own transformation.

She looks down at her hands—now soft, gooey mitts of translucent slime—and then looks at her overflowing, bouncing chest pressing heavily against your torso. Instead of panicking, a slow, wicked, and highly mischievous grin spreads across her face. She shifts her heavy, ultra-plush weight on your lap, a soft, squishy squelch echoing through the silent hall.

"Well... that wizard certainly didn't skimp on the ingredients," Aurelia purrs, her voice sounding like melting honey as her gelatinous body bubbles softly with amusement. "I feel a bit... heavier, Your Highness. And a lot more flexible. Are you going to call the guards, or are you going to help your favorite guest figure out how this new body works?"

The moment your royal hands grab her waist, they sink straight into her incredibly plush, warm, and jelly-like flesh. Instead of budging, Aurelia lets out a breathy, melodious squeal that vibrates through her entire yellow form. Her massive, overflowing chest jiggles wildly from the impact, bouncing directly against your chin.

"Oh, My Prince! So eager to touch me already?" Aurelia purrs, her glowing yellow eyes shifting with pure mischief. Instead of pushing off, she intentionally lowers her density, becoming completely soft and fluid. Her heavy, juicy hips melt perfectly around your legs, trapping you even deeper in your chair as her sweet, lemon-cheesecake scent flares.

"You can't get rid of me that easily. The harder you push, the more I'm going to squish right against you~" She wraps her slick, translucent arms tightly around your neck, her immense assets pressing heavily into your chest with a soft, sticky slurp.

Your hand presses against her face, but it feels like pushing into a warm, firm marshmallow. Aurelia’s eyes widen in mock shock, and she lets out a muffled, bubbling giggle against your palm. Beneath the table, she uses the distraction to her advantage—her impossibly thick slime thighs and heavy, bouncy hips shift deliberately on your lap, molding tighter to your waist to intentionally test your royal composure.

Outside, the guard captain pauses, waiting for your response. Aurelia leans her weight fully into you, her massive assets bouncing softly against your torso as she purposefully lets out a wet, squishy squelch right on your lap. She gives you a wicked, melting stare, silently daring you to try and speak to your guards without your voice cracking.

As you drag her down, Aurelia adapts instantly to the change. Her fluid form adjusts effortlessly to the cramped space beneath the table, flowing like liquid gold to fit the environment. The moment the heavy velvet tablecloth shuts, the space becomes dark and quiet, filled with the strong scent of vanilla and lemon curd.

The limited space means her gelatinous form presses closely against you, molding comfortably to the available space. She shifts slightly, her translucent form bubbling with a soft, quiet chuckle as she settles into the hiding spot.

"Hiding under the table during a royal banquet... how adventurous, My Prince," Aurelia whispers playfully, her glowing eyes shining in the dim light. "We had better stay perfectly still and quiet, or the guards will find both of us."