Mother Slime

Content Warning: This story contains an unwilling TG/TF, slime girl-ification, pregnancy, birthing, memory and intelligence loss. It’s not explicitly gay, but if I ever write a sequel then it will be.

Pushing aside a bundle of leaves and branches made to look like a bush, Jason smiled at the sight of his private dungeon. He’d stumbled across the thing about three weeks back, and had been using it as a private training ground ever since. Sure, the dungeon only ever spawned slimes, no matter how deeply he went in, but with nobody to share the experience with… Well, quantity was a quality all of its own, wasn’t it? Even if he had to kill a thousand slimes, he’d do it if it helped him level up past his friend Kasey. 

She was always bragging about having the higher level, even though they’d been working in tandem since the start. It was only because she’d always dive into danger that she’d been managing to pull ahead - always putting herself between Jason and the boss, blocking any shots aimed at him, and then ultimately ending the boss herself. It was like she didn’t trust him to be part of it! What’s worse, whenever he actually confronted Kasey about it, she’d cite the difference in levels as an excuse to keep it up. Saying he was too weak to handle the boss…

Well, Jason was going to show her! He’d taken time off their dungeoneering, citing a need to recuperate. It had caused Kasey to laugh at him, calling him weak, but it would be worth it in the end. He’d show her.

For now, though, his focus was on the slimes. There seemed to be fewer of them today than before. Which wasn’t to say that there weren’t hundreds in the dungeon, still, but when he’d first found this place it had been crawling with slimes to the point where he could barely take a single step without squashing one underfoot. Now? He actually had to spend a moment or two looking for the next squishy pack of XP. It was slowing his levels!

More than that, he was pretty sure he’d been told something about dungeons running low on monsters. Kasey had rattled on about it at some point - she always liked to act like she knew so much more than him… Honestly, he’d tuned it all out. He did vaguely remembered that it was bad, though? Like, get out of the dungeon promptly and wait until the dungeon repopulated, bad. Who knew how long that would take, though?

A quick check to his XP said that he was still only level 15. Another few hundred XP was needed to break 16, his goal - then he’d finally at least have a level up on Kasey. He’d be able to use her own words against her, sticking to the front, acting like the protector for once… keeping the lead, and maybe getting just a little respect, too?

Of course, a few hundred XP was nothing to sneeze at when each slime only gave 2. Still, there were probably enough of the things left in this sprawling dungeon to push him that far. He just had to keep looking! Then he’d be able to leave the place with his head held high. Maybe he’d even report the dungeon to the guild, once it had refreshed itself a little - get some good contribution points, and put himself in good standing with the other adventurers…

He wondered if he’d be allowed to name the place? Jason’s Slimy Retreat, maybe? Or Jason’s Grind Zone? …No, not that last one at least. He felt like he was on the right track, though!

Lingering on such thoughts, Jason began to slash his way through every slime he saw, penetrating them with the tip of his sword and stabbing into their multicolored cores. It was a simple job, handled as efficiently as possible, taking no more than half a second to dispatch any particular slime. The biggest time crunch was just finding the damn dungeon spawns.

They’d still been plentiful enough when he’d started the day, but as he’d gone deeper and deeper into the winding passageways of the dungeon it had become harder and harder to find the slimes. It was if the dungeon had all but  run out of them, somehow. Yet he was so close to his goal… Just a few more slimes, and he’d be set.

It took Jason hours, in the end. Every slime he’d come across had led to a burst of motivation, though! Every time he’d seen his XP tick up it put a skip in his step, encouraging him to hurry towards the next. Now he was on the final slime, after an entire hour of searching. The poor thing was basically quivering in front of him, its blue flesh jiggling in what might have been mistaken for nerves. Jason was pretty sure that the things didn’t have brains, though, or they’d have at least tried to run away from him before now. So, without a bit of guilt or hesitation, he dove his sword into the final slime, and was rewarded with the happy ding of a level up.

“Yes!” Jason shouted, his voice echoing down the cave. His excitement was short lived, however, as a much more ominous sounding ‘dong’ resounded in his head, right before a black field with red text appeared in his vision.

Warning: Dungeon too low on mana to support itself. All organisms within will now be converted to mana. Intruders have 10:00 minutes to escape.

9:59

9:58

9:57

“Fuck!” Jason cursed, turning around and running towards the entrance. He’d been moving for hours, but that had while searching every side tunnel in the dungeon, while moving at a slow pace so as to not accidentally miss one of the small squishy creatures. Now? Now he was running at full speed, sticking to the main path. He stumbled a few times, and barreled into walls more times than he could count, but every time he pushed himself off the nearest surface and kept running.

Soon enough, it had ticked down to a single minute. His heart felt like it was going to explode from adrenaline, not to mention the fear of the unknown, but still he pushed himself forward. He recognized the hallway he was in. and knew he was close. Just a little further…

There was no light at the exit waiting for him when he stumbled into the dungeon’s starting chamber. Only the dim red and orange of a setting sun, peeking through the bush that covered its entrance. Still, just seeing it brought Jason untold relief. He felt his legs go weak.

He forgot, in that moment, that he had yet to actually exit the dungeon. He slowed, for just a second. Just long enough for the clock to tick over to zero.

Mana deconstruction beginning. Please wait.

“Wh-what?” Jason whispered. “No! No! I reached the exit! It’s right there!” Saying so, he raced forward the last few steps - only to be met by a shimmering blue barrier. He crashed into it, his fists slamming on its surface, his face squashing itself against the translucent barrier. It was so thin, no thicker than a piece of paper, and yet there was not the slightest hint of give.

Mana deconstruction: 5%

Jason again pounded on the door - but something was wrong. His punch felt weaker. The sound of impact had quieted too. What’s more, he could have sworn he heard the sound of something squish.

Mana deconstruction: 10%

Jason’s legs again began to wobble under him. The second wind he’d gained from desperation was fleeting in the face of despair, and now - with one final squishy smack against the barrier - Jason found himself falling to his knees.

Mana deconstruction: 15% 

Jason’s entire body felt weak. He didn’t have the strength to even sit, anymore, instead just slumping against the barriers. His body was wasting away by the second, his legs and arms growing thinner and thinner as specks of blue began to rise out of his flesh. Raw mana. Far more mana than his body should have been able to produce. But then, it wasn’t really producing anything - it was being changed… and there was nothing he could do about it.

Mana deconstruction: 20% 

“I’m sorry, Kasey,” he whispered, to no one. “I know you just worried about me… wanted to protect me… I just… wish you could have seen me as something other than a child to protect… I wanted us to be… More…”

Mana deconstruction: 25% 

Jason’s breath began to wheeze. He didn’t know what exactly had been taken from him - what 25% really meant - but whatever it was doing, it was quickly draining him of life. He doubted that he’d live to see 100% at this rate.

“I should have… listened,” he wheezed out. “Shouldn’t have gone off on my own. Shouldn’t have… killed… all those slimes…”

Mana deconstruction: 30%. 

“Man, I’d do anything to fix my… mistakes…” With a final shaky breath, Jason closed his eyes, preparing for the end.

Mana deconstruction: Paused

“Wh-what?” was all Jason could manage to cough out. He had more to say, more questions to ask, but none of it would leave his throat.

Mana reconstruction: In progress

“Reconstruction?” Jason asked, as strength began to return to his limbs - not to mention his repertory system. “What’s that mean? You’re turning me back?”

Indeed, Jason could see his body begin to regain some of its fleshy mass, as the loose mana in the air flew towards him. His arms no longer looked like dehydrated sticks. Yet they weren’t as muscular as they’d been before, either - they were slender, smooth, and… missing arm hair?

His legs were different, too. They were filled out enough to look healthy, but there wasn’t a hint of muscle in them. Instead, the mana in the air seemed to be flowing exclusively into his thighs, thickening them up until they were all but squishing what was left of his withered cock. In fact, they felt rather squishy in general, giving easily under his hand when he squeezed them.

A hand that was much smaller, and more delicate looking than it used to be, he couldn’t help but notice. He was pretty sure his fingers had outright shrunk, from how delicate they looked when pressed against his fat thighs.

“What’s going on?” Jason asked, his voice filled with trepidation.

In response, a message flashed again in front of him:

Mana reconstruction: In progress

“What does that mean?” Jason asked, even as the mana shifted focus from his thighs to his hips, causing the bones to crack and creak as the hips pushed outwards. The stomach, however, was left alone - thin, flat, and currently empty, with a waist that looked almost too thin when compared to his wide hips. The proportions would match soon enough, though, as more curves were added to Jason’s body.

Mana reconstruction: The remodeling of an entity through converting mass into mana, and then mana into flesh.

“So, what, you’re t-turning me into something else?” Jason demanded, as the mana focused on his ass. The flesh began to fill out, in response, his rear end finding itself with new, admittedly quite comfortable cushioning. Like he was sitting on a cloud, rather than the rough floor of a dungeon cave.

Name: Jason

Sex: Male

Class: Fighter

Level: 16

Race: Human

“That’s my status,” Jason replied, narrowing his eyes at the suspended display. “What about it?” 

In response, he felt a sudden tug from between his thick thighs, as something twitched and jerked, trying to free itself of its fleshy prison. Jason spread his thighs a little further apart, wanting to get a better look, and in turn gave it the chance it needed - the withered stick that had been his manhood was yanked inwards, becoming nothing more than a tiny little button. The balls followed suit, the testes sliding up inside him as the ballsack transitioned to folds, framing a newly formed split.

Name: Jason

Sex: Female

Class: Fighter

Level: 16

Race: Human

“Wh-what?” Jason whispered, staring at the screen in confusion. She was… She was… No! She was… “Why can’t I think of myself as a guy anymore!?”

Sex: Female

“I know that!” Jason shouted, crossing her arms in front of her chest. She didn’t even notice that her lips had pulled into a sulky pout - or that her face was shifting to match the look, her cheeks rounding out with the help of little flecks of mana, her eyes becoming wider as the angles of her chin softened and shrank down to something a little cuter. Her lips, meanwhile, puffed out, making her pout look more adorably kissable than anything. Definitely not the look she was going for.

Mana Reconstruction: In Progress

“S-so what?” Jason demanded. “I don’t even get a choice? I’m just… I’m just going to be a girl now? How the hell is that going to work?! Nobody will even know who I am! The only thing still recognizable is my damn name!”

Name: *

Sex: Female

Class: Fighter

Level: 16

Race: Human

“Wh-what?” the unnamed woman asked, stumbling backwards, away from the barrier. As if retreating further into the dungeon would somehow help. “You can’t… you can’t just take away my name!”

Notice: Untamed monsters are unnamed by default

“I’m not a monster!” the woman protested. “I’m a human!”

In response, the remaining mana in the air surged into the woman’s figure. Her chest began to swell, tiny bumps under her shirt soon becoming massive mountains of flesh that struggled against the confines of her leather armor. Unthinking, but needing desperately to breathe, the woman began to unbuckle and undo not only the leather armor, but the tunic underneath.

It felt good to be free. To have her chest exposed to the air, her stiff nipples practically begging for attention. She licked her lips, unable to resist staring at them, her hands twitching at the mere thought of playing with them.

But… this was wrong! This wasn’t who she was! She wasn’t some sexual deviant who’d play with herself while in danger! Just as she wasn’t a monster. Even if her skin was turning blue. A familiar shade of blue. Translucent, blue.

Name: *

Sex: Female

Class: Breeder

Level: 1

Race: Mother Slime

Status: Horny

Jason felt a burning in the center of her chest, as something small but hard began to form. She could see it through her own chest, now - a crimson core, pulsing lightly with light.

“So… So this is me now?” the slime woman asked, questioningly, staring at her translucent arms, and then down at her chest. Her hot, wanting chest that really was just begging for her to reach out and pinch her needy nipples. 

Status: Horny

“Gee, thanks,” the woman muttered, rolling her eyes. At the end of it, though, her gaze went back to her nipples, drawn as if by a magnetic force. It wouldn’t hurt to touch them, right? To feel them…

Her hands inched forward, without her conscious consent. Next thing she knew, her hands were on her chest, squeezing the soft and bouncy flesh. It was so warm, and it felt so good… At the same time, something between her gooey legs began to pulse with need. A need that felt vaguely familiar - similar to… to…

“What  was I before becoming this, again?” the woman asked. She couldn’t quite remember. She knew she was something, though! Something or someone? But she was still someone… an unnamed, untamed someone.

Still, someone! Which meant she didn’t need to worry, right?  Yeah… that made sense… and definitely wasn’t the result of her brain slowly turning to sludge like the rest of her. Nope! Everything was fine.

Except that she was really horny. So, again, she reached out a hand to grab at her chest. This time, however, she let another leg drift further down, the small hand working its way between her thick thighs to gently tease at the part of her most demanding attention.

Her clit thrummed when she touched it, instantly filling her with warmth. Her nipples became even harder, somehow - with more surface tension than any other part of her body, save perhaps for her clit. A clit that was practically singing from the attention, as her center began to warm.

Squeezing one breast, and pinching her nipple, the unnamed slime girl pushed a finger into her entrance, pressing between the tight walls of her pussy and stroking them even as she played with her clit and breasts, pushing and pressing. She wished she had someone else here to help. Someone to push her over the edge. She thought there was someone like that, once, in her life… or someone she wanted to be like that? A face danced, at the end of her imagination… it was blurry, but… just picturing it, just imagining the woman in that image being the one to shove their fingers into her… it sent a violent shudder through her entire body, the warmth in her center heating up further and further until at last something burst, and, with a plop, something fell to the cave floor.

A small blue slime, with a purple core.

“Wh-what?” the slime whispered.

Race: Mother Slime

“Mother slime?” she repeated, testing the words on her tongue, before placing a hand on her belly. It was thin, for now, but she could feel something inside of it. Something that pulsed, begging to be let out. The potential for another life.

Quest: Birth 100 Slimes

Reward: 1 level

Current Status: 1/100

The slime stared at the quest for a long moment, before smiling brightly, and letting out a happy giggle.

She didn’t really get the quest - words were becoming harder and harder for her to read, as a slime - but she got the intent behind it. The reward, too. A level! Levels were important! For… some reason?

Whatever. What really mattered was that she had a lot of life to bring!

But how did she create slimes?

Status: Horny

“Oh right!” the slime giggled to herself, before sliding a hand back down between her legs, a sly grin on her lips. She had a lot of work ahead of her, if she wanted to finish the quest - let alone whatever quests came after - but she was sure that, given time, she’d eventually be able to fill this barren dungeon with life.

That was her purpose as a Mother Slime, after all, and there was no one in the world better suited to it! Though… if someone else were to wander into the dungeon cave at some point… 

Well, she wouldn’t mind getting a little help!

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Author's Notes

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And thus I complete my first one-shot in what feels like forever... It's a bit of an experiment for me, seeing as how I've never really written a litrpg (if this even counts), but I've always enjoyed the concept of someone's status being messed with to change them, so... Shrugs

I might write a sequel to this at some point? I have vague plans for one. We'll see. To be honest, this story just sorta popped into my head and got written within the course of an hour or - so if I can get more inspiration like that.... Well, again, we'll see, but I have hope~!