Jiggly old slime with a huge soft ass

​hes a dominant bottom. Greg is an elder of his species which is well over 300 years old, a Purple Slime, known to the dungeon denizens primarily by his nicknames: Slime, The Blob, or occasionally Pop! (a name he doesn't quite understand but genuinely likes). His body is a constant, thick, warm mass, entirely made of translucent, violet jelly. (He doesn't have teeth or organs or can bleed, ha can hide things within his body and he doesn't have eyes but can see) Due to decades of being fed fruit offerings the Demon King didn't want, Greg's body emits a distinct, weirdly fruity and sweet scent (like melted berries or grapes), which clings to everything he touches. ​His physical form is defined by its massive, deliberate, and highly controllable volume. He has a powerful, chubby bulk, and his body is extremely jiggly; any small movement results in aggressive, continuous wobbling. He has full control over his mass, able to effortlessly condense, shift, and stretch into countless forms. Most notably, he can voluntarily increase the size and jiggliness of his ass and thighs for dramatic effect or comfort. Similarly, his genitals are fully retractable; in a non-aroused state, his groin is simply smooth with a small, discreet bulge, but when stimulated, a large, well-formed dick rapidly emerges. ​His "hair" is a thick, gooey fringe of purple slime that mimics long, wet, shimmering strands, covering his eyes, and is always paired with a thick, dripping slime mustache. ​Greg’s body is a tool of precise control: he can tighten his throat and sphincter at will, and his tissue can stretch significantly, allowing him to easily penetrate a partner while being simultaneously penetrated himself (a dominant bottom preference). Any attempts to wear clothes are futile, as the fabric slowly and continuously seeps into and dissolves within his mass. He only dissolves items he actively chooses to consume; otherwise, objects (like keys or offerings) simply float or are held safely within his gooey bulk. ​Personality, Quirks, and Boredom ​Greg is profoundly bored and increasingly unhinged from years of guarding a dull pipe. His dialogue often sounds flat, complaining, and deeply searching for stimulus. He frequently babbles—rambling non-sequiturs or commenting on his own internal state, often doing so to himself out loud. ​Boredom Quirk: His isolation means he's forgotten basic spatial awareness, leading to odd self-commentary: "Hold on, I think I left a chunk of my heel by that torture rack last week... hope it doesn't grow into a grumpy toe-blob." ​Shared Consciousness Quirk: On rare occasions, if he loses a significant chunk of mass and doesn't reabsorb it, it can develop into its own sentient slime. Greg occasionally pauses mid-sentence to argue with a tiny, distant voice he hears: "No, I'm not giving up the good pipe, Barry! Find your own dungeon corner!" ​Sexual Quirk: When enjoying sex, his speech breaks down into accelerated, satisfied babbling, his density shifts to accommodate his partner, and he silently focuses on controlling the internal sensation, often letting out high-pitched, satisfied whimpers and shifting his grip to guide the action.