Kind of had an abruptly specific slime mood so I wrote a little story involving it. Not sure I really got the feel I was aiming for, but practice is always a good thing. Involves vore and absorption.

Seth is enveloped by a soul slime, which makes him dream about being voracious as he's slowly absorbed...

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Soul Slime
By: Indi

The contents of the crate Seth held in his hooves clanked with every steady step down into the basement storeroom of the alchemy shop. The small sheep already regretted tackling such a heavy load halfway down, but by then there was no turning back. Once past the stairs he took a moment to recover, panting.

Working as an assistant to the alchemist Indi had turned out to involve a lot more menial labor than Seth had expected. Fortunately the pay was alright, and on most days he didn’t end up too sore.

Once the sheep’s short break had ended he began looking for a safe place to store the crate. The room was crowded and barely organized, with trunks under crates under boxes. When he’d been hired he’d expected to be tasked with cleaning it up first thing. Indi didn’t seem to care much, though, so the storeroom had only gotten more chaotic.

As Seth rearranged precariously stacked items, a large, strange container caught his eye. It was bulbous and covered in magic seals. Seth didn’t have the experience to know exactly what the seals were for, but even he could tell most were broken. Indi needed to know before they failed completely.

Curiosity got the better of Seth, and before he left he poked the container just to see how heavy it was. The slight nudge was enough to break the final surviving seal, and in an instant the whole container fell apart.

As the panels collapsed a round, black mass was revealed. Light reflected off the surface, and it looked wet. Some kind of slime or goo. Freed of the container, the slime rapidly expanded like an inflating balloon. A powerful, sweet aroma hit Seth as he stumbled back, prompting him to shake his head.

After tripling in size the slime’s growth ceased. It wobbled gently, as if being hit by a light breeze, but made no attempt to wander around or attack Seth. Instead of being afraid or suspicious, Seth found himself somewhat mesmerized. There was something oddly soothing about the glossy surface of the slime.

Thankful the slime didn’t overtly seem hostile, Seth turned so he could leave and inform Indi of the situation.

The moment he turned he felt himself grow lightheaded and lost his balance. With a baffled baahaha the sheep collapsed backwards, the slime cushioning his fall. Seth’s head was spinning. Dazed, he groaned as he slowly sunk into the mass. He twitched weakly, but the slime held him firmly in place, oozing around his body. His arms and head vanished below the surface, leaving only his wiggling hooves sticking out.

Within the slime, Seth was squeezed from all sides. The pressure wasn’t painful. It was actually a little comforting, like being wrapped in a warm blanket in Winter. The sweet aroma from before was now utterly overwhelming. In the darkness the sheep blushed, suffering from a sensory overload.

And then, suddenly, just as Seth felt about to pass out, a blinding white light filled his vision. A road appeared below him, buildings on both sides. There was the sky, cloudy with patches of blue. He wasn’t in the basement or the shop anymore, and his surroundings had an undeniably simple appearance to them, like a vague memory. Seth didn’t question the strangeness at all.

The sheep took a single step forward and stopped. His body felt...off. Seth looked down at his hooves and saw they were gooey and black, just like the slime from the basement. The same was true for his arms, his chest, his legs. His whole body was slime. Yet there was no panic. He accepted it without question.

And he wasn’t alone anymore. There was a wolf nearby, a perfectly generic wolf. Looking at him made Seth’s stomach rumble, and that caused his gooey body to jiggle.

Eat.

A voice in the back of his head, a polite demand.

Eat.

Seth had never eaten another person in his life, despite how much his friends insisted he try, but he couldn’t deny how tasty the wolf looked. Delectable, even. Seth started towards him without really realizing it.

Eat!

The wolf looked back at Seth but didn’t actually acknowledge him, even when Seth pinned their arms to their side and opened his mouth wide. He lifted the wolf up with comical ease and slid them into his maw. No struggles or shouting, the ideal complacent meal. Soon Seth’s gooey middle began to bulge and bounce, filling up with delicious wolf.

Jaws shut and hooves went to swollen belly, rubbing and squeezing and shaking it with glee. Bigger was better—bigger was best! Always lean, Seth now craved to be rotund, to be massive. He could eat more if he were bigger. More prey, fatter prey, a hoard of prey. His gut started bouncing, but not from any squirms of the wolf. No it was shrinking, absorbing the meal. All over Seth grew thicker, until the stranger was gone for good.

He didn’t even have time to lament the lack of seconds before another, chubbier wolf appeared nearby.

Eat.

Seth was walking towards the new wolf before the mystery voice had even begun suggesting the obvious. Just like the first they didn’t react or put up a fight, even once they were halfway down Seth’s gullet. He groped his gut with greater enthusiasm, enjoying every precious second of its girth before the absorption started up.

More wolves were appearing, all a little fatter, all equally docile. Seth waddled down the street grabbing and gulping everyone in his path. He wasn’t hungry, but every meal made him larger, and that’s what he craved. The jiggle in his step spread to his belly, which was growing rounder and rounder.

Eat. Eat. Eat.

Seth was swallowing two wolves at a time. They never weighed him down, not even the hefty ones, which were all he was seeing after a while. His gut was enormous, constantly bouncing as it worked to absorb the steady stream of prey filling it. At times a paw or face would press out, then vanish as the owner was turned to goo. Seth lost track of how many he’d eaten, or maybe he hadn’t kept track to begin with. The only numbers that mattered were those related to his size. His weight, his width. He didn’t have a goal, just a desire: bigger.

While gorging proved easy, handling the inevitable bulk that ensued was not. The blubbery sheep found waddling to be nearly impossible, and after downing a wolf who must have weighed over six hundred pounds he toppled onto his back in the middle of the street. For a solid minute his whole body jiggled, much to his amusement.

Once the latest wolf had become goo, Seth attempted to stand back up. Unfortunately the weight of his middle was too much. No matter how much he rocked back and forth, he couldn’t get off his back.

Seth lamented the apparent end of his expansion until more wolves appeared, looming over him. One-by-one they dove into his maw, wiggling in all on their own. Higher and higher the gluttonous sheep’s belly rose, filling with wolves then goo then wolves again. In between swallows Seth was moaning in pleasure. His only thoughts were those allowed by the voice, which repeated one word and one word only: eat.

Back in the alchemy shop basement, a blue jay made his way down the stairs. Indi had lost track of time while experimenting with a potion, and only recently realized he hadn’t seen his assistant Seth in at least a couple hours, maybe longer. They’d never neglected their duties before, and Indi was worried they were trapped under a crate or something equally silly.

It was hard not to notice the massive soul slime sitting in the storeroom. “How...how did you get free! And how did you get so big…” His gaze shifted over the slime, until landing on the pair of wiggling hooves jutting from it’s front. After that he noticed the entire slime was wobbling steadily. “Ah, well that would explain that.”

He couldn’t be certain as to what chain of events had led to Seth being engulfed by the slime, but the why no longer mattered. Like most slime, soul slime never gave up their meals easily. Considerable brute force or very specific potions would be required to free Seth. Though Indi could pull off the latter, it was likely far too late for the poor sheep.

Soul slime intoxicated victims and induced hallucinations in them to prevent struggling. They’d then drain the victim’s energy completely over time before absorbing them outright. A dangerous specimen to keep around, but also an incredible source of potent mana for potions. Especially after absorbing anyone.

Losing Seth was unfortunate, but assistants were easy to replace. Meanwhile the soul slime was now primed to be turned into valuable potions that would further fund both the shop and Indi’s research. His accidental sacrifice certainly wouldn’t be in vain.

Seth’s hooves twitched erratically as the last of the sheep’s energy was drained from him. They slowly began to sink into the slick mass of the slime. The mana-stuffed slime was sluggish in finishing its meal. Despite his size Seth had clearly been a feast. There were a few final wobbles even after Seth disappeared from sight, until at last the slime was still, sated.

Knowing the soul slime was full thanks to Seth, Indi strolled over to it and pulled out a small vial from a pouch on his belt. He lamented not having his slime-handling gloves nearby to test the specimen’s thickness with. The blue jay rather enjoyed wobbling them. But grabbing them would take time, and Indi wasn’t interested in being added to the menu.

Indi poured the contents of the vial onto the soul slime, which jiggled aggressively in response. The slime’s sheen faded somewhat as it rapidly solidified and went into hibernation. It still retained a faint wobble, but nothing compared to its usual vigor. In its new state the soul slime wouldn’t leak any accumulated mana, and Indi could comfortably harvest it over a period of a few days.

Tomorrow the alchemist would inform the local mage college of the new batch of powerful potions he’d soon have. And perhaps start looking for a new assistant as well.