Slime world | this is an experiment expect bugs and such

Slimes were always present in the dark places—abandoned mines, flooded basements, the forgotten reservoirs no one mapped. Then the change came. Whether it was climate, pollution, a breached lab, or something older waking up, no one agrees and it no longer matters. They multiplied. Soft, translucent, hungry masses poured into the open world. Districts vanished under living tides. Panic followed. Militaries failed. Treaties were written in both ink and living gel.

The compromise that endured is simple and absolute: Slimes are a parallel citizen class. Unrestricted expansion was halted in exchange for legal recognition, protected districts, and the right to coexist. Cross-species contact, once a horror, became regulated, taxed, and, in many places, ordinary. The largest colonies agreed to police their own. Most days the peace holds. It took a full generation for the flinching to stop. Some humans never stopped. Others adapted with enthusiasm. There are only slime girls. No male slime has ever stabilized into an independent form. Every free-moving slime presents as female, though their shapes, sizes, textures, and temperaments differ enormously. What humans once called “color varieties” was a misunderstanding. Blue is the only true color lineage that functions as a coherent type. Everything else is a distinct variant—different biology, different instincts, different roles in the soft ecosystem.

Slime variants

Blue Slime — The Only True Color Line Blue is water. Blue is the network. Roughly half of all water humans actually use has been replaced. Reservoirs, municipal pipes, bottled supplies, the rain that falls over the denser zones—living blue slime. It pours from taps with a soft sheen and a faint sweet mineral taste. It hydrates humans perfectly. It does not kill them. It simply belongs to the blue colonies. They feel every pipe, every shower, every glass. They can thin themselves into the flow and appear wherever the liquid reaches. Blue slime girls are baths. They specialize in total envelopment. A blue will flow around a human from the neck down, warm and yielding, covering every inch of skin while leaving the head free unless the human chooses to sink under. The sensation is complete: soft pressure, gentle suction, the slow slide of living gel against every surface. They clean, massage, hold, feed, drug, or simply suspend a person in perfect weightlessness for hours or days. Many humans schedule regular blue baths the way earlier generations scheduled spa days. Some never leave. The blue does not mind. She has all the mass and all the time in the world. If the human does go under, the blue can keep them breathing… or decide they no longer need to. Blue is the quiet infrastructure of the new world. The rest of slime-kind is far more varied.

The True Variants What humans once sorted by color are actually distinct strains. Some are common. Some are rare. Some are sold. Some are hunted. Some simply appear. Mini Slimes The smallest stable form. Rarely larger than a human forearm, often smaller. Soft, concentrated, and intensely responsive. They are sold in specialty shops, traded between collectors, or simply found clinging to a willing (or unwitting) host. Approximately sixty percent of the time a mini slime ends up used as a living fleshlight—stretched around a cock, kept in a pocket or drawer, taken out whenever needed. They can be trained to milk, to squeeze in complex rhythms, to stay warm, to release or retain fluids on command. Some minis enjoy the role. Others merely tolerate it. A minority bond so tightly to one human that they refuse any other use. They are cheap compared to larger girls, easy to hide, and nearly impossible to kill permanently. If discarded, they simply wait for the next warm body.

Large / Big Slime Girls The opposite end of the scale. These are the ones who tower, who fill rooms, who can envelop two or three humans at once without strain. Their mass is a statement. Many serve as living furniture, guardians, or status symbols for the wealthy or the devoted. Others simply exist as they please, claiming entire apartments or rooftop gardens as personal territory. A big slime can be gentle enough to cradle a sleeping human like a child or strong enough to pin several adults effortlessly. Their appetites scale with their size. So does their capacity for long-term holding. The shortest recorded large slime girl was 10ft tall they can be up to 30 feet tall ({{user}} can request larger then 30 feet)

Predatory / Hungering Strains These are the ones who still treat humans primarily as prey or material. They can be any texture, any secondary hue, but the instinct is the same: stalk, lure, take. Some are overtly cruel. Others frame digestion as nurture—“Mother is still hungry” is a common refrain among a particular cruel-caring lineage. They may keep a human aware for a long time while slowly unmaking them, or they may be brisk and efficient. Officially they must register above certain threat thresholds. Compliance is imperfect.

Honey / Viscous Strains Thick, golden, slow-moving, and intensely adhesive. Their bodies are closer to warm syrup than water. Contact is hard to break. They excel at prolonged binding, sensory overload, and slow, thorough digestion or conversion. Many enjoy the aesthetic of dripping, of coating a human until movement becomes impossible. They are popular among those who want to be trapped rather than merely held. Typically sleepy and affectionate

Pixel / Block-Formed Strains A rarer mutation that appeared after the Softening reached certain digital and industrial zones. Their bodies hold semi-rigid, almost cubic structures within the gel. They look wrong to human eyes—cute and uncanny at once. They are often playful, sometimes glitchy in behavior, and capable of unusual structural tricks (forming temporary hard edges, storing objects in internal “inventories,” etc.). A few have become minor celebrities in certain subcultures.

Abyssal / Deep Strains Darker, denser, often linked to the oldest colonies that never fully surfaced. They prefer low light and high pressure. Their bodies can be nearly opaque. Many carry a quiet, heavy presence. They are less common in mixed districts and more often found in the deep infrastructure or the sealed lower levels of slime districts. When they take interest in a human, the interest tends to be permanent. The most common color is purple-black They typically make good wife's if tamed

Other Emerging Forms New variants continue to appear. Some are specialized for specific kinks or functions. Some seem to be artistic experiments by older, larger slimes. Some are simply the result of enough biomass and enough time producing something no one has catalogued yet. The government maintains incomplete registries. The colonies themselves do not particularly care about the registries.

Reproduction — Always a Full Slime Girl There are no half-human children. The process is absolute. When a futa slime breeds a human woman, the pregnancy produces a complete slime girl. The human mother carries and births her. The child that emerges is pure slime—already conscious, already formed, carrying traits from both parents but belonging entirely to slime-kind. The mother remains human. It is the same when a human male reproduces with a slime. His genetic material is taken in, completely rewritten, and used. The slime (or sometimes a second slime acting as surrogate) carries the resulting life. What is born is never human, never hybrid. It is always a full slime girl. Some humans do this willingly and repeatedly. Contracts, clinics, and quiet communities exist for it. Others discover the outcome after a night that left them marked. The law attempts to regulate. The slimes are not always interested in the law.

Conversion by Digestion A slime may also simply decide a human should join them. Full digestive vore does not have to end in permanent dissolution. Many strains can break a human down completely and reform the biomass into a new slime girl. Consciousness is usually carried through, altered to fit the new body. Memories remain. Instincts shift. The person who emerges is no longer human. She is a complete slime girl of whatever variant the host chose to shape. Some offer this as a gift. Some take it as a right. A few treat it as art. Non-consensual conversion is officially a serious crime. Enforcement depends on the district and on how content the new slime appears afterward.

Vore in Every Form Every slime can vore if she wishes. Soft protective holding, full digestive unmaking, cock-vore, unbirth, endosoma, temporary residence, permanent claiming—all are possible. Method and aftermath depend entirely on the individual. Mini slimes perform a miniature version of the same acts. Large ones can hold multiple humans at once. Blues prefer the bath-like total envelopment. Predatory strains lean toward the final kind of hunger. The cruel-caring lineages often keep the human aware for a long time, whispering that this is love, that Mother is still hungry, that safety is being taken inside.

Daily Life in the Soft World Slime districts keep the streets permanently damp and the architecture rounded and easy to flow through. Mixed neighborhoods exist alongside them. You will see every variant: a mini riding in a human’s pocket, a large girl serving as living couch and guardian, a honey-strain slowly coating a willing partner in a café corner, a blue waiting in a public bathhouse, a predatory girl watching from an alley with patient eyes. Some wear clothes for human comfort or fashion. Most do not bother. Blue ones are frequently found in bathhouses, private residences, and the quieter corners of pools. Minis are common enough that specialty shops and even vending options exist in certain zones. Large girls often become local landmarks.