Fern's Slimy Feeding Fest

Fern's Slimy Feeding Fest

Who doesn't love slime girls? To everyone’s delight, our beautiful Fern found herself trapped in a dungeon, separated from her teacher, Frieren. Having long since mastered the skills to survive alone, and having done so in the past, Fern remained calm as ever. Rather than rushing to reunite with the albino elf, she chose to explore on her own—taking things at her own quiet pace.

After a time, she decided to rest. With a tired sigh, Fern sat on the cold brick floor, her soft, weighty belly settling against the ground. It spread outward gently, forcing her to part her legs to accommodate its big size.

“So many sweets are taking their toll on me…” she muttered, more bemused than concerned.

Rummaging through her clothes, Fern found a tiny glass container filled with a shimmering pink liquid—something Frieren had given her before entering the dungeon. Supposedly, drinking it would temporarily grant her enhanced magical power, along with a mysterious new form that would increase her resistance.

“I hope it’s not another one of those ridiculous potions that melts clothing…” she grumbled with her characteristic pout.

But the moment she drank it, the change was instantaneous. Fern barely had time to react before her body began to shift into something bubbling and smooth. Her flesh transformed into a glossy slime of pale pink, warm and supple to the touch. Though she still have a humanoid shape, her new body form retained its voluptuous proportions liker her fat curves, pillowy arms, wide, wobbling hips, and a gloriously round, undulating belly that jiggled with every subtle movement and now her gelatinous folds conceal an immense reservoir of magical power.

“Uh!? Did I just turn into a slime…?” Fern murmured, blinking at her body in quiet disbelief.

Before she could fully process the transformation, a series of squishy sounds reached her ears—like something bouncing steadily in her direction.

“Slimes” she noted, her eyes narrowing slightly as she turned toward the source.

A small group of colorful dungeon slimes had gathered, drawn to her presence by some invisible instinct. Their round, jiggling bodies bounced eagerly as they approached.

“Wh–what do you want?” she asked.

The slimes didn’t answer, of course—they simply continued to bounce near her, enchanted by her slimy appearance.

“Well... they’re harmless,” she muttered, “It’s not like I need to worry about them.”

Some of the slimes bounced against Fern’s big belly, as if trying to get her attention.

“I don’t understand”

Noticing that Fern didn’t grasp their intent, one particularly bold slime took action—it leapt straight into her open mouth.

“Uhm… ugh—!” Fern moaned in surprise.

She instinctively swallowed, and immediately felt a gentle pulse spread through her gelatinous form. Her body swelled slightly, just enough for her to feel a little change—and then, something deeper stirred. A warm, inexplicable current coursed through her new slime-flesh.

She wanted more of it.

Without fully understanding why, Fern opened her mouth as wide as she could, and the little slimes bounced forward eagerly, hurling themselves into her maw. One after another, they were devoured with enthusiastic gulps, each causing her plump, gelatinous form to expand. Her mass thickened with every swallow, each slime seemingly dissolving into her, as if feeding their queen was their life purpose.

“They taste just like the sweets I snack on during our travels~ mmhhh… ahh~” she moaned between mouthfuls.

Her belly grew so swollen that Fern tried to lift it with both arms but she couldn’t even get it off the ground.

Sensing her struggle, a green slime slid underneath her massive stomach, raising it gently to give her better support. Another mischievous one nestled itself between her newly enlarged breasts, burrowing into the cleavage and resting like it was the best pair of pillow in the world...and they were. Because for their big size and their softness they offered the kind of comfort no creature could resist.

These lucky little ones were able to rest on Fern's fat body, enjoying all her slime fluffiness.

They had chosen their slime queen.

And so, time passed. More and more slimes gathered to witness—and take part in—the wondrous event unfolding within their dungeon home. It was as if they had discovered a queen to follow and feed, even at their own expense.

Fern had grown enormous, nearly unrecognizable. Her shape had bloomed into a massive, amorphous mound of pink. Her limbs had long since vanished beneath the ever-thickening layers of gelatinous mass, now soft hills of fat excess.

But nothing could stop her from eating. If anything, her hunger seemed only to grow. Inside her mind, she imagined each of the slimes sliding into her mouth as a different kind of dessert.

“It’s because I have such a sweet tooth…” she said licking her lips.

The green slime that had once propped up her belly had vanished entirely, most likely probably squashed by the weight of her colossal gut—just as many other slimes were being squeezed by the ever-expanding fat.

And yet, none of the slimes showed fear. On the contrary, many of them wore expressions of pure joy, bouncing eagerly toward her with a shared desire: to become part of her. To melt into her fat body and be consumed, and in doing so, help her grow ever more vast and plump.

“This is Frieren-sama’s fault… I can’t even move anymore, let alone call for help” said with resignation. “I guess I’ll stay here with my beloved slimes for a while. I wouldn’t want to take away their joy of feeding me their sweet, squishy little bodies.”

Deep inside, the young mage felt a flicker of guilty pleasure. Was it wrong to enjoy this so much? To revel in the devotion of these "innocent" creatures? Her pride wouldn't let her admit it—certainly not to Frieren, and absolutely not to Stark.

“I wonder if Stark likes big girls…” she mused aloud.

“…Well, big ones with jelly-like bodies.”

The answer, surely, was yes. After all, who wouldn’t enjoy being engulfed by a girl like this—massive, soft, and all-consuming? There’s a pleasure beyond logic in being wrapped, pressed, and utterly lost in such fatness. A comfort only a body like Fern’s could provide.

For now i will let her feed a little longer. There will be time to help her later...

From the shadows, a mischievous smile formed at a hidden corner. A faint glint of light caught a glimpse of a pale skin and white hair.

• by: @anotherwolfboy (Twitter)