Bed Breakfast and Monster Girls Ch. 01

Rick wondered about the beautiful countryside. Yellow flowers dotted the fields like his own personal galaxy.

While he could recognize the beauty of such a sight, in a way, it was distant, almost like he was looking at it and himself from afar. He could've been in a gallery somewhere, perhaps on a date where he tried to express the meaning in the picture to appear 'deep.'

Long grass brushed against his legs, as well as the sting of a nettle.

His mouth nearly quivered at the pain of it, but he didn't really feel it, not really.

He didn't feel much of anything at all.

He picked up his phone and found a few texts from Georgia, his best friend.

If he had been at that gallery with Georgia, he was sure he would have thought of something funny to say about the painting. She would've scolded him for not 'appreciating the art.' But it wouldn't have been a date with her, so he wouldn't have cared. And besides, he usually made her laugh anyway.

What's up with you? one of the texts read.

He put the phone back in his pocket. The bars of signal was slowly disappearing, but that was fine; he could always walk back.

Though he supposed he should've felt some guilt for leaving her on read after more than a few messages.

Maybe it was the way he had phrased it. Just going on a wander. No need to worry.

Why would he say 'no need to worry?' It clearly only gave her reason to.

If she knew he had just quit his job on the spot and left to walk into the endless countryside on the edge of the city, with no cause to go back? Perhaps she would really be worrying.

"I should've asked her out," he mused to himself. "What does it matter now? I should've run right up to her and kissed her."

Georgia would have reciprocated the kiss. Hell, he knew it was more than a long time coming, as far as she was concerned.

He was willing to bet that if he had kissed her at one of their apartments, he would've been under the covers with her fucking passionately within seconds. She had given hints more than a few times, but Rick always pretended to ignore them.

It wasn't to be. Georgia was his best friend, so it would never happen for more reasons than that.

He wondered if she ever knew the true reason. He suspected she wouldn't have made any hints at all then.

Would they have even still been friends?

"What am I even doing?" Rick wondered. "I should go back."

His boring bean-counting job probably would take him back. He could claim a momentary lack of sanity or something. Companies were all about mental health stuff lately, and it would be easier for them not to accept his resignation than to hire someone else.

Picking up his phone to find his internet, long since lacking in signal, he made to turn when something caught his eye.

in a forest, on the edge of the field, windows shined against the sunlight even through the trees.

Curiosity had him walking forward, where he was coming to this crazy victorian sort of house. There was white and black... daubing? Was it called daubing? There was paint with black lines boarding it and one going diagonally.

As he entered the woods, getting an odd shiver despite it being quite warm and his shirt clinging to him from his walk, the roof of the house was visible, and it had a soft, cozy roundness to it, like an old cottage, with a chimney coming up above the side.

Alone in the middle of the forest, the house and he seemed to be kindred spirits. Neither of them belonged there.

Despite good sense telling him to head back home, Rick found himself climbing up the steps, where he frowned at the old door, with wooden lines running down it, almost like tree bark from its age.

"No way an axe murderer doesn't live here," he mumbled, then quietly hummed that creepy banjo-plinking melody.

His fist rasped against the hardwood, and after several moments, nobody answered.

"Hello?" he called. "I wondered if I could get a glass of water."

He stepped back from the porch and realized he saw a sign above the door. Bed and Breakfast.

He found that even odder still. What sort of location was this for any sort of business?

But if it was a business, that meant he could just open the door, right?

Hell, he'd been spontaneous enough today. There was nothing spontaneous about going into a bed and breakfast where they would have actually wanted customers to enter.

"I might even be their first, judging from how secluded this place is," he said to himself.

The doorknob turned with relative ease, but the door was jammed, so Rick--being quite a large guy--put his shoulder into it and pushed through to fall into what looked like a British pub. Boozer, did they call it? Paintings of old dudes and photos of victorian streets lined the walls. The seats on the outside were comfy chesterfield-style couches.

In the middle were regular round wooden tables.

"Hello? I wanted to get a glass of water," he said. "Or maybe a pint, come to think of it."

A tall glass of beer would be awesome right now, he thought.

Stepping on over to the bar, he looked around at the tables, clean, newly done so. They were the classic round kind with plenty of chairs around each one, though the room was spacious still enough to walk around on its creaking, creepy floorboards.

Rick supposed that when you give up on life, stuff that should usually be terrifying doesn't bother you all that much.

And as such that he had given up on life; he saw no problem with going behind the bar and helping himself to a pint of lager. After all, nobody was there to serve him, and he would gladly pay them when they return.

Or get blasted in the face with a shotgun.

Nevertheless, he walked behind the bar, where there was a large mirror behind the wall, reflecting all the many drinks back at him.

Should he have a pint? Or something else?

Truthfully, all he wanted was a glass of water, so he went to find the tap and grab a glass from the shelf above.

He did a double take, though, as, between the glasses, like putty, a glowing... goop rested on the floor of the shelf.

Goop? He went in for a closer look, reminded of that sci-fi film where the dumb scientist gets really close to the clearly murderous alien snake.

But it was just a bit of putty or something. A glow-in-the-dark bit of putty... that was pulsating.

He fell back against the wall, making glass clang.

The pulsating blue goop slinked down off the shelf, falling onto the desk. It seemed to move like it had limbs, where the front part of the blob moved in tandem with the back part.

It fell down to his feet. He had frozen in fright to watch it sink beneath the floorboards to disappear.

Rink ran to the still-open door, the outside trees shielding the sun to make it feel like night.

Just as he got close, a shock of lightning terror jutted up his body.

The blob emerged from the ground incredibly fast. It grew and grew until finally morphing into the silhouette of a woman--a shapely woman with curves and... what the hell?

Peach skin began to replace the shiny blueness, and the faint hint of nipples was quickly covered up by the slime.

There were a smile and eyes.

There was long flowing slime acting as hair.

She wore a dress that was reminiscent of a medieval bar wench. Though the material looked real, it glistened with shininess, almost like it was made of spandex.

She stepped forward, and I took a step back.

"Hi!" she beamed excitably. "You found me!"

Rick bumped into a chair and stopped, while the woman, who was gorgeous, yet very clearly had what Rick could only call slime for hair.

"And you're a man, at that!" She bounced on her feet, clapping her hands. Her breasts, barely contained by the white blouse, jiggled mercilessly.

Rick couldn't help but stare.

"And what a man," she growled playfully. "Do you have any idea how long it's been since another soul has entered this B & B? Well? Except me, of course"

Rick ran around her, but her whole body turned glowing blue slime, and she went slim and flat, blocking his path like a wall. Once in front of him, she turned human again.

He couldn't help but notice how plump her lips were--red like cherries.

"You can't leave. You only just got here. What if I--" Her waist grew slim, and in its place, her breasts fattened even more. The white blouse slipped down further to reveal so much of them he was surprised he couldn't see the nipples.

"There, she said, grinning proudly. "Want to stay now?"

Rick's heart was racing. Worse still, his cock was betraying him, beginning to unfold against his pants.

"I won't lie to you," he said. "This is a bit much. Don't take this the wrong way, but what are you?"

"I'm a woman!" she said, frowning. "Oh, what race am I? Slime, of course."

"Right," Rick said, ears beginning to ring. "It's just, i've never met a slime before, or any other sentient race that wasn't human."

"Well, you have now!" she held her hand out. "Names Cerulia. Like cerulean, like the color of my slime. And yours?"

He took her hand, finding it thankfully human feeling.

"Rick," he said.

Just like that, the entire hand turned into glowing blue slime, which felt exactly as rick would've expected--a little wet and slick, though not entirely unpleasant.

She walked over to the door and shut it, then they basked in silence as Cerulia hummed to herself, lighting all the lanterns.

"I'm afraid I don't have any food," she said. "Not had any customers. Plenty of drink, though!"

"Just water," Rick said.

"Can do!"

She disappeared beneath the floor boards, then blossomed behind the bar and began making him a drink, grabbing a glass from the same place where he had found her.

"Why were you in the cupboard?" Rick asked, unable to believe asking such a question.

"Me? Oh no, that was just a bit of my hair. I wouldn't fit in the cupboard like that! It'd just look like a blue square taking up all the space! I just put a bit of my hair there to see who was coming into the bar while I hid downstairs, but now I see you're not scary at all!" Then, she squinted at Rick. "You're not scary, are you?"

"I hope not," he said.

"You don't find me scary, do you?"

Rick gulped. "You seem very lovely," he said honestly. Despite how scary he did find the situation and her being made of slime, he couldn't deny she was almost offensively lovely.

She fluttered her hands over her chest. "Lovely! I've not been called lovely in... I can't even remember! It's been so long! Do you know how long It's been since..."

She came and brought the glass over, then sat in Rick's lap.

Fat ass cheeks rubbed over his leg. She adjusted herself in his lap, making his hardness come back.

Then, she ran her finger through his hair. "Can we just..." she leaned real close and whispered into his ear.

The cool condensation of her breath tickled the microscopic hairs in his ear. Her voice seemed to slip down his body and rest at his core as she finally finished her sentence.

"...skip all the chatter. I can feel you want me!"

Rick shook as she slimed off him, then her slime form slipped between his legs and blossomed outwards to push them apart.

Her hand stroked up his thigh. "We can talk after, yes?"

Rick hadn't had a sip of water yet. His mouth had gone dry as a desert.

He swallowed, and as he reached for her hair, his hand shook to reach for her wavy slime fringe. He ran his fingers through it, finding it akin to running through hair... though a bit... wetter. Although it didn't get his hands wet at all, it only felt wet.

She sat up, pushing her chest out, presenting herself to him.

He made to reach for her arm to push off the already fallen sleeve, the clothes melted away into blue slime that was absorbed by her body. Now she was shirtless, showing fat breasts with big peach areolas and nipples that begged to be sucked.

"Do you like them like this?" she asked, running her hand between his legs over his cock. "Or what about this?"

The areola went smaller, the nipples did too.

"Or this?" she grinned, bouncing on her knees almost like a dance as the nipples went puffy.

Rick had never slept with a woman who had puffy nipples before. Hell, he had only seen it a few times on the internet.

He moved his hand slowly, but Cerulia grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to her breast.

"You're so sheepish!" she said, grinning in delight.

Not needing her help, his other hand grabbed her hip, finding soft, very realistic flesh as he squeezed to feel a regular human hipbone.

Then his hand slipped through to slime, and he pulled it back in fright.

She laughed. "Sorry, I could see the relief on your face at thinking you felt a skeleton. I couldn't resist!"

Rick's erection subsided, but then she ran her hands over him. "I'll stop playing with you now, and... she grinned, and her eyes looked up to the corner, "start playing with you!"

She ripped apart the belt buckle, then unzipped him.

Her fingers slipped inside and brushed against his length as she pulled down, and his swinging cock fell out to alert hardness.

She looked at Rick, then the cock, then him again, and frowned.

Even her frown was cute.

"You do want this, right?" she asked. "Only you seem kind of... you don't find me scary, do you? If you're one of those humans who never met anyone but a human, this must be so weird!"

"No! I mean, yes, I do. I mean..." Rick laughed in awkwardness.

"I'll take that as a yes," Cerula said.

She wrapped her hand around him, turning to slime as she stroked up and down him.

It was a warm, wet feeling, no, actually wet, and hugging tight at every inch of him.

It felt like a pussy.

He groaned, neck arching as sparks of pleasure built in the base of him, tingling all around his cock.

She grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast. She'd gone back to the large areola with thick nipples, and she sat up and grasped it, pushing it outwards to his mouth so that he could suck on her nipple.

Any moment, it could turn to slime, but as his heart raced and his cock swelled with so much blood it was almost painful, he found he no longer cared.

He gave himself to it and grasped her very human-feeling body, pulling her closer as she kissed him with soft sweet lips.

Her tongue slid against his, and they tasted each other's spit, licking tongs as it turned worded, and they fought for supremacy in each other's mouths.

He reached his hand down, and as he touched material clothes, they adsorbed into her body to reveal a soft wet cunt ready to be slipped inside.

"I can be as human as you want me to be," she whispered, the words shuddering down his spine. "Or..." she said.

And Rick braced himself for impact, though she was the literal embodiment of squishiness.

She turned slime silhouette, the blob morphing onto his lap until she was the bright blue shape of a woman straddling him.

"Or I can go full slime?"

She was gripping him. It was such an odd sensation to have what felt like a pussy around him without him ever actually slipping inside.

"That feels nice," he admitted.

"I could make it feel nicer?"

Slime slipped down under his balls and squeezed, covering them like a warm tight glove.

"Tighter?" she asked, though she was not talking about his balls but the grip on his cock. She squeezed tighter.

"Tighter?" she asked again, gripping so wonderfully tight it made him gasp.

Then she loosened. "Perhaps that's too tight."

And suddenly, though her body did not move, inside her stroked up and down his cock. It had him trembling and groaning in pleasure. He hadn't slept with someone in so long, had been too depressed to jack off.

"I'm not gonna last long," he admitted.

"Then we better make it great!" she exclaimed, as she became human and hugged him tightly while now bouncing her ass up and down on him.

He looked over her shoulder and saw a fat peach gliding up and down on him as the sound of slaps filled the room.

Please danced inside him and out, tickling at him, then becoming full strokes of soft velvet, swelling like a blossoming flower. The nerves on his cock had never felt more alive, and his glans had never been more swollen to feel the slick wetness gliding over it.

"I'm gonna..." he muttered.

She went faster, moaning now. "Give it to me. I need it!" she cried.

She went faster still, her fat tits bouncing in his face as he just laid there, helplessly in ecstasy. He'd never had sex like this before, regardless of her slime nature.

It wasn't like the position was odd, but the way she controlled him and yet made sure he felt good.

It was nice to be looked after for once.

And for some reason, he was pretty sure that if she could do what she could do, then he didn't need to worry.

Regardless, he cared not as she bounced and bounced, her ass cheeks slapping against his thighs. She turned slime yet again, and his hand slipped through her, but then...

Vibration.

"If I," her voice was vibrating too, like when you speak into a fan, "shake like this inside, I can make it feel pretty good, right?"

Her body was entirely coated around his cock, vibrating every last inch from his balls to his glance.

He'd never felt anything like it, and when white light filled his eyes, his whole body lunched. He let out a roaring primal grunt of joy as she gripped him inside tight, squeezing him as she giggled in delight at seeing him feel what he was feeling.

Then he cried out, and his cock began relaxing a hot ribbon of white cum into her while his vision returned and, inside her now-translucent body, she let him watch the cum fall into her like she was water, but it stayed in the same place like some kind of beautiful art project.

She panted and caught her breath, becoming human again. Fully naked, he grasped her beast and pulled her in, and hugged her. His heart was pummeling.

"You have no idea how I needed that," he said, laughing.

For now, he was just gonna accept what she was. He could mentally deal with it later.

Though it niggled in the back of his mind. She's not human. She's some kind of monster. This should be terrifying.

"You have no idea how much I needed that!" she responded, kissing him. "though, sweetie cuteums, are you sure it was a good idea to cum in me? I may be a slime, but I am still a woman."

Shit.