Selena's Goo Wife Ch. 01

A story of a goo girl that falls in love with a female human. Told from the perspective of the goo girl herself; that's original, right? Enjoy!

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I wish I could remember what it was like to be of solid flesh.

Perhaps it's because of the drastic change to my body over the years. Living as a form that can change its shape at will is a different lifestyle, a whole new way to view the world. It wouldn't be hard to see why my memories of the past faded as that life ceases to make sense to me.

So my earliest memories were from the glass jug. That's where the witch kept me after her curse was complete. As my solid form fell to pieces and my clothes fell around me, I was reduced to a pool of blue goo.

I didn't know how to control anything then. Even seeing the world around me was confusing. As a creature of flesh, my only options to view the world were through two eye sockets. Now, it was up to me to create how I perceived reality.

But it was too much at the time. The witch knew this, the slush of my remaining form jiggling on the ground. I was translucent now. You could see through me, although a bit blurry, and my form was like a slimey blue gelatin.

Without any ability to move or take a form, she scooped me up with ease and poured me into the jug. She would keep me here as a trophy of her triumph in succeeding with this curse. I was the unfortunate soul that had the pleasure of experiencing its effects for the first time.

The jar was large, which it had to be since there was a lot of me, and gave me room to move and adjust. As the days went on, I had to learn to create a form, less my gooey body remain here forever.

It was hard at first. When you were born as a human, you knew how to breathe and blink by instinct, without thinking. I had to teach myself how to maintain a form in this manner, so I wouldn't need to actively think to do it. And I struggled.

The first success was creating a hand. That must have looked odd, a blue hand of goo reaching out of a jar of gelatin. It pushed at the lid of the large container and found how to unscrew the cap.

I couldn't escape yet; I would likely be killed off in a day without knowing how to control this form. But I learned the witch's schedule and when she would be out for the day, collecting whatever nasty bugs and creatures she needed for her potions. When she left, I would leave the confinement of the jar and work on creating a body. Within a few weeks, I was able to keep and maintain a human form with little effort.

What to model the form after was a difficult question. What did I want to be? I found some of the witch's books from human civilization and found pictures of different people. The women appealed to me more, so my body reflected them. Short, curvy, and strands of goo at the top that could pass as hair. Aside from the fact that I was blue and transparent, I could turn into quite the catch at will.

Subjecting myself to the witch's daily musings was terrible. I was afraid what she might do if I was to rebel, so I let her do as she pleased. She would take me out and play with me like I was Play-Doh (where do I remember that word from?), or wipe me over her dirty skin like I was a wash cloth. She knew I could still sense and feel the world, doing all of this on purpose to torture me.

Eventually, I broke. I couldn't take it. The next time she I sensed her absense, I left her house for the first time in my new form.

The woods were dark and mysterious. Did my previous body know the way around these old trees? Nothing came to me, and I learned to survive.

Eating food was strange. I had no idea what vitamins and proteins a body like this needed, so I ate what I could. I would put something, in example an apple, into my body and it would slowly disintegrate. What my body couldn't use for nutrition it would dispel in a trail behind me as clear slime.

I found a human town and shifted to my slime form to slide through the shadows. I could easily pass for a puddle if someone grew suspicious. And with these disguises, I proved to be an excellent thief. Was there money to be made in this? I chose to be more honorable and only took what I needed to survive.

One day I slipped through a library's air conditioning unit and emerged in an educational book section. I grabbed everything possible on human anatomy and taught myself what I could do to act more human. In a few days, I created vocal chords and was capable of speech.

I finally introduced myself after a few weeks sliding through the town. He was an innocent looking man (at the time) hiding away in a back alley. He was scared at first, especially confused on why I was 'naked' (my human form didn't have fake clothes to create), but found me fascinating as the conversation went on.

"How could I make money?" I asked. "I don't like stealing from people and want to change that."

"Ah, wanna earn some cash nice and quick?" he rubbed his beard. "Well, 'pends on what you're willing to do. A lot of men would pay a pretty coin to fuck something like you."

I cocked my head to the side. "They would pay... to have sex with me?" The idea didn't bother me as much as it confused me. But I didn't debate. I asked if he could help me find customers and he was more than happy to become my 'pimp'. What strange language civilization has.

Our first clients laughed off the idea of a 'goo girl'. Sure, they accepted magical creatures exist; apparently the world was becoming more aware of creatures like centaurs and fairies. But the concept of a woman that could shift her form at will seemed so odd and foreign.

When we found willing participants, I wasn't sure what to do first. I would usually assume a missionary position and let them press inside me. My goo would envelope them, and I could use my full control of my form to press against their cocks from all angles.

They loved it. Their eyes would look down in amazement, laughing at how they could see their cock through my transparent goo. I could cause ripples in my body to rub along their cock and make them finish within seconds, and their fascination didn't end when they pulled out, their shaft covered in slime.

We built a customer base and the return customers got creative. A woman comprised of goo could be penetrated anywhere, so they would start thrusting themselves in my breasts, stomach, head, etc. It didn't really effect me at all. My form could be bent in anyway a person desired and I would feel no pain. I could even be separated a little bit, and as long as my pieces were close by, I could easily reassemble.

Shifting my shape to accommodate their interests was a favorite. Some would make me reallocate more of my goo into my breasts, sometimes to ridiculous proportions. Some would make me transform into the woman of their dreams, albeit I was probably a bit more blue than the real thing. One man would cum inside me, making me move the white seed through my liquid body and watch with fascination as it dissolved.

And others enjoyed fucking me just when I was a pile of slime; I could not begin to understand these fetishes, but I didn't see an issue with obliging the requests.

I grew wealthy, but that's where the issues began. A monster girl had no place in human society. I had no rights to them, no way to buy a house or car. So I lived with the 'pimp', who could now afford a house that was easily the size of a castle.

But I started to detect the treachery. A client one day complained about how expensive I was these days. It confused me; I was earning as much money per session as I was when we started.

It dawned on me that the 'pimp' I had made rich was taking full advantage of the situation. Another human betrayed me. Should I be surprised?

So I ran away, just as before. Into the depths of the woods, so far away from human settlements that I could no longer see the lights or the chimneys, or the farm fields, or their evil laughter.

Alone in the wilds, like the beast I was.

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I met the woman a few weeks after my escape.

The trees were thick in these parts, the forest older than the witch who enslaved me so long ago. I made do with what fruit and vegetables I could find, nutritious enough to keep me going. Poisonous food didn't threaten me; my body seemed to just ignore it and push it out in my waste slime.

The day I met her was a beautiful one. Warm, few clouds in the sky, and a light breeze lifting the leaves of the shrubbery.

That's when I heard the voice: "Goddammit, this is the same rock from earlier! Selena, you idiot, we're going in circles!"

I dropped into my puddle form. Who else was she with? I definitely couldn't take two humans on my own.

She walked through the underbrush and emerged into the clearing where I lay. A beautiful sight to behold, I can safely say. She was tall with long brunette hair, her pale blue eyes sparkling in contrast to the skies. While she only wore a dirty pink blouse and some capris, they still did a great job at accentuating her curves. Her skin was tan, and I wondered if it was from this hike.

But where was this Selena person she spoke to? Then it occurred to me that there wasn't another person; I think she WAS Selena.

Oh dear. She appeared to have 'lost her marbles', as the humans say.

"But there is a possibility two rocks look the same. How many variations of rocks can there be?"

She definitely wasn't on the right track to finding her marbles.

Her boots stomped through the tall grass and I grew concerned as she drew closer. Surely she would try to avoid me, not wanting to get the implied water on her shoes?

Nope, she steps right through me. I'm so worried about her figuring out what I am that I accidentally overdo my imitation of rippling water, and she notices that this 'puddle' just moved as one.

"W-what the Hell!?" she cries out, looking down at me and making a quick attempt to run away. She's as clumsy as she seems, unfortunately, and she trips over a nearby log in her escape. The result sends her sprawling into a patch of dirt.

She whirls around and looks at me with wary eyes. "What the Hell is that!?"

The jig is up. Time to reveal myself, but in a more human form. Humans had a better time reconciling with things if they had faces and expressions, I'd learned.

I quickly assemble my female form from the pool, long hair, small eyes, firm breasts, and long legs to complete my figure. I stand there for a moment, letting her accept this creature that was surely a new sight for her. Then I give a brief greeting: "Hello."

"Ah! What are you!?" she screamed.

I remained calm. This wasn't exactly unusual for me. "A woman made out of goo. As you can see. I'm sorry if I scared you, it was not my intent."

Her breathing was slowing down, at least. I could detect things like a heart beat by absorbing the subtle vibrations in the air, and thankfully hers was returning to a normal rate.

"Ohhh... Ok. You're one of those magical creatures on the news lately, aren't you?"

Pretty sure no news reporter captured a picture of me yet. I shrugged: "I was made by magic, but I can't say if there are others like me."

My confusion over my own existence helped give her some footing in the conversation. "Oh. Yeah, I guess I haven't seen any, um, 'goo girls' on the news." She slowly got to her feet, her eyes still locked on me. "My name is Selena. Which you probably already know, depending on how long you were lying there."

I smile. Humans feel safer with something that can smile. Or incredibly creeped out, I would like to think my current form was cute enough to avoid the latter. "It's nice to meet you, Selena."

"What's your name?"

My name? People had always just called me whatever they wanted. I never gave out anything or thought of names for myself.

"I... suppose I don't have one." I finally admitted.

"What? No one calls you by anything?" She brushed herself off then looked me over. "Well, I thought you were a puddle when I met you, so how about Puddle? No, that's stupid. How about Splish Splash? Too long, need something simple. Let's go with Splish."

For the first time in a long while, I giggled. Her personality was unlike anything I'd met in a human before. "Splish. I like it, miss."

"For goodness sakes, call me Selena. I'm not your master."

I realized I wasn't used to being an equal with a human. The 'miss' had slipped out from instinct. "Of course, Selena."

Finally, she smiled back. Comfort. "Do you live out here?"

I shook my head. "I don't live anywhere these days. I left the human city weeks ago."

Her eyes grew with excitement. "Human city!? As in, civilization? Where is it?!"

I looked around, then pointed behind her. "That way. But it will take weeks to get there on foot."

She sighed. "Yeah, I figured that. Great. If you haven't figured it out, I've been lost out here for awhile."

"Yes, I figured that out."

Selena couldn't help but laugh. "You're very blunt. Do you have some place to be? Or a reason for leaving the human city?"

Should I tell her? Those memories can come up later. I didn't feel so comfortable yet. "I needed to get away for awhile. That world scared me."

Selena shrugged. "Can't blame you there. Unfortunately, I need to get back to civilization. Would... uh..." She scratched her head. "Would you be opposed to helping me with that? I mean, you can turn around as soon as we get close, if avoiding them is your goal."

A gesture by a human. Far kinder than what I've received before. No jars to store me in, no verbal contract binding my sex to money; just a plea for help and companionship.

"... sure." I work up another smile. Maybe I could have fun. Didn't humans like having fun?

"Oh, thank you so much!" She bounced in place, I assume from happiness. "I was running low on food and worried I was going to starve to death. Still don't really think I can survive off what I have in my pack, but at least I have a shot now-"

"Don't worry about that." I wave a hand. "I can bring you food. My body is good at collecting things and preserving them for a later time if needed."

"Huh." She looked at me, as if she was judging how safe that would be. "Um, well thank you. That would be... amazing, actually."

"Shall we proceed?"

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Our walk began and I soon learned this woman was what the humans call a 'chatterbox.'

She was engaged to be married. A camping trip with some friends was to be had before the wedding planning got into full swing. They went on the camping trip, she fell asleep by the campfire, and the next thing she knew she was waking up in an unknown part of the forest, only her sleeping bag and the pack attached to it making the trip with her.

"I had no idea where I was. I still don't, actually." She admitted. "It's like someone teleported me in my sleep. No sign of anyone for miles. I've been walking like this for a day now."

"So strange." I had no other explanation for what happened. Maybe she was the victim of a witch, like the one that turned me into what I was. Maybe it was the same witch.

"Tell me about yourself." She said. "I can't say I know much about, uh... a girl made out of goo."

I gave her the basics. The witch, my time in the city, and ending out here. It felt safe to tell those stories now, she was no threat to me. Even if she was, no offense to Selena, but she wouldn't be difficult to take down.

"And you have no idea what you were before your transformation?"

I shook my head. "I seem to remember the basics of human society, but I have no memory of where I lived or who I was. Overtime, I reconciled that becoming a creature with such a unique composition and different way of life forced some of these memories out. They wouldn't make sense to me anymore."

Selena furled her brow, in a way that I couldn't help but smile at. She was, as humans would say, adorable. "Well, I don't know how true that would be. Didn't you live with humans for awhile? And we're walking and talking right now. You seem normal enough."

"I don't know." I sighed. "This way of life confuses me as much as it confuses you."

"I'm sorry you're so scared. If it makes you feel any better, I'm scared too. Scared I'll never get back, or see anyone I love every again. At least we can be scared together."

"You know how to reassure me, Selena."

Had I made a joke? She laughed hysterically for at least a minute, and I mustered up another smile. I was being serious, but humans could find humor in the strangest of things.

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Night came quickly. I found some berries for Selena to eat. They were poisonous, but my body took them inside and was able to remove the bits that would be harmful to her human form. She called me a 'witch' for what I was capable of, but I can't say I was fond of that word.

The small pack that teleported with her had a sleeping bag attached, and she rolled it out to lie down. She was more impressed when I brought firewood and started a small fire to keep us warm. I hadn't need of this camping technique on my own, but I retained a good amount of knowledge from the human books I used to absorb.

As we sat by the fire, Selena reached into her pack and brought forth two small cans. "Since I'm convinced you're not going to eat me, why don't we drink a bit? I wasn't going to break these out initially since I figured defending myself against the wilds wasn't smart when you're intoxicated."

The can she handed to me was what the humans referred to as beer. It didn't have much effect on me, but at least there was nutrition I could absorb from its contents. Well, a little.

We started drinking and she brought out a few more she had stashed away. She complained about how warm it was, but said it was at least better than not having anything to eat at all.

Her eyes lit up the first time I took a sip of the beer. I did my best human impression of drinking from a can, putting the opening to my 'mouth' and pouring inside.

The brownish-gold stream flowed through my blue, it's color altering and changing as it swirled around inside me. Her eyes watched, entranced as I spread the liquid out through my body, slightly increasing my mass.

"Where... where does it go?" She was confused. "Do you absorb it all and just grow larger each time?"

"I would be very large if I did that." I smiled. "But no, I don't always keep it in me. I can secrete it out in a fine clear slime behind my body when I'm finished absorbing what I can. For now, I did this to entertain you."

She laughed. "Well that it did! You're a little darker now! Goo girls are fucking fashinating." Her speech was a bit slurred now. Humans were experts in destroying their own mental processes, I'll give them that.

We drank and laughed, talking about the woods and how strange they were. She found my hunting techniques interesting, and I found her personal life even more compelling. Love. What an amazing emotion that must be to share with someone.

Who knows if I would ever find it.

The evening drew cold and the time was late, so Selena found her way to her sleeping bag. "Should we put out the fire, in case of... monsters?"

She phrased that last word a bit strangely. Was she afraid to offend me? She shouldn't be. "I can protect you Selena. Do not worry."

The drunken beauty was still a bit frantic, her eyes scanning the woods. "Splish... this place creeps me out... can you keep me company?"

"What do you mean?"

She motioned to her own sleeping bag.

A place alongside her? I had slept with humans before, but it was always for sexual purposes. But she wanted comfort, reassurance, and a bit of safety. For someone with a kind heart, I think that was doable.

Without much easy way to slip inside, I reduced myself to my slime form and slid in beside her, recreating my human form once in. She was alarmed at first, her skin touching my goo a new sensation for her.