My Mom is a Maternal Slime

Daniel expects to see himself still wrapped around Anne when he wakes up. Instead, his dear slime-mother had already left the bed before him. Although it hasn't been long together, this feels unusual as she'd take any amount of time to cuddle him.

He sits up and groans, massaging his face before calling out to her. "Mom?"

"I'm in the studio!" he hears from outside the hallway.

Snorting, Daniel lifts his lips, proud that slime mother is eager to complete her first piece of art. Not wanting to miss out, he makes his way to change and freshen up before entering his work area.

However, he doesn't see the blue slime girl. Instead, sitting in front of his mother's canvas, he faces the back of a nude woman with dark wavy hair and light skin. As she fills in some dark corners of the canvas with his brush, his eyes wander from her curves down to her pronounced butt before quickly rising up in haste.

He lifts his hand to his mouth and clears his throat. "Excuse me, who are you? How did you get in here?"

The girl flinches, nearly dropping the brush. After hesitating, she slowly twists in her seat to meet his gaze, carrying an anxious yet hopeful smile. Upon seeing her face, which nearly matches Anne's humanized self-portrait, Daniel's eyes widen.

"Mom?!"

The person staring back is certainly his slime mother, but like her portrait, she's also become "human" with defined tones and features that didn't exist before. Her eyes now reflect the same olive gaze that his astronomer-mother would have. Along with that comes dark wavy hair with locks that dangle across her chest and sweet lips that pop with a red tint.

Standing up from her seat, Anne's large breasts sway, carrying proper nipples that push close as her hands collapse together. She fidgets, looking downward with embarrassment at her son's intense stare.

"Um...what do you think?"

Daniel flushes red, unsure where to look, before forcing himself to step closer. "You...look gorgeous! No, that aside, how did you become like this?!"

"G-gorgeous? H...hehe!"

She titters briefly before clamping down on her joy and clearing her throat. "Well, to be honest, mama's not sure how it happened. While you were asleep, I thought about how I wanted to proceed with my self-portrait. Not long after, some parts of my body turned tan as I imagined how I wanted to look!"

"S-seriously?"

Anne hums, her eyes sparkling with the same excitement Amy would have when discovering new changes in the stars. "After that, I had to experiment! While I could color any part of myself, I was still pretty gooey, like usual. Then I thought about what you said and...well, it's better to show."

She lifts her arm, and before her son's eyes, the skin on her arm dissolves evenly to reveal her normally expected blue gelatinous mass. After waiting a few seconds for her son to take this in, a thin layer extrudes from her arm like paper. The coating starts off semi-transparent before turning opaque, wrapping over her less firm base and fusing back with the rest of her new "skin".

Daniel holds his breath for a moment. "Layering!"

The slime mother nods with a flash of her teeth, her chest jiggling more with her movement. "Exactly! Before this, I've tried to keep my entire body as firm as possible, but I realize I've been doing it all wrong! I only need to create a layer to reinforce myself, so now, it takes me less work to hold myself together since I only have to maintain this new outer lining of mine."

Daniel swallows as his eyes draw to her breasts again. He shakes his head while spreading his lips thin. "But um, what about the coloring?"

To this, Anne sours. The researcher in her would also like to know; however, she has an idea. Returning to her canvas, she places a finger on an unpainted portion and slides it down a little. Much to her son's shock, grey oils escape and stain the area.

"I can only guess that I absorbed the properties of your pastes. The only time this was possible was when I brushed against the twins painting. I've tried to reproduce other things I've consumed, but nothing. Yet, I can generate oil paints as I think of it? It's quite strange."

Daniel blinks a few times before lifting his lips slightly. His slime mother may have become a bigger mystery, but this is still good fortune! She might be able to go out now! With that, he wraps his hands on her arms with a small hearty laugh. "Mom, this is still great! If it's like this, you should be able to..."

The artist's voice trails off before his brows gradually furrow. Remaining in silence, his hands start rubbing down more of her arms.

Squeak, squeak...

Anne bites her lips, her joy slowly diminishing. "W-what's wrong?"

Daniel hums and strokes around her shoulders and neck. Coming up to her cheek, his eyes narrow, then he pinches her left side.

"Ah!?"

Squish, squeak, squish, squeak!

"I-it dowen't hurr, but wha aaa yuu doin?" Anne manages to ask with shut eyes.

Daniel inhales sharply and pulls his hands away, smiling half-apologetically. "Sorry! It's um...well, now that I can see you up close, you're as smooth as a doll. It's like...I don't know, a mix between rubber and plastic?"

Anne widens her eyes in disbelief as her cheek snaps back into place. With quivering lips, her shoulders slump. "W-what? But...mama was certain-"

"Hold on!" Daniel interrupts before clearing his throat. "I think the problem is that you're basing how you look from your self-portrait, right?"

Anne shakes. She figures, based on his question, she made a mistake in her approach to coating herself. "Is it...no good?"

Her son drones, glancing at her painting before explaining. "The thing about a portrait is that there are always tiny details that are hard to capture. I'm not talking about moles, creases, or anything you can see from looking at a person a meter away. There is an even tinier level of texture to everyone's skins which you're missing."

"Oh..."

"Aside from that..."

Daniel concentrates more on her face. "Your eyes look incredibly natural. You even created some veins! This makes a big difference in convincing people you look human. As for your hair..."

Because Anne's hair is wavy, many strands are bundled together, probably making it easier for her to build. Even so, he can't see anything unreal about it. As he brushes through her hair, the slime girl hums pleasantly.

"It feels...almost real?" Daniel questions with surprise, letting some strands split before coming back together to bend. It's not entirely natural but acceptable to the degree of hair being kept together with spray. More importantly, the consistency of hair fibers is there.

"Why is your hair different from how you generate your skin?" he asks.

Anne is a little lifted by something she mostly got right. "Well, while brushing through your hair on the bed, I knew I had to generate them differently. Since I don't have to maintain all my mass at once, I could focus on building out small strands, although it's not as fine as normal hair."

Daniel raises his eyebrows. "It's actually not bad! If you have that much control available, can't you adjust your skin with a similar level of detail to create those tiny imperfections like pores and grains? That might be enough to make a difference to fool someone up close."

The slime mother breathes in silently, then quickly presses herself against her son. Daniel flails in response as her chest compresses against him, but he can't do much as she holds his head with her hands.

"Um...m-mom?"

"Just a second. I need to examine you closely to understand. Maybe you're right!"

Daniel shuts up and gulps. As her body wiggles against him, he can feel how firmer she is compared to before, but her boneless structure is still apparent as she remains squishy and malleable. With such curves against him, he can't prevent his cock from naturally hardening inside his pants.

Eventually, Anne slides her hands down Daniel's face and grins. She pinches his reddening cheeks as payback before stepping back.

"Alright, take a look!"

Pushing for the finish line, Anne's new skin ripples with tiny waves. Daniel stares in wonder as he starts to notice minimal roughness in her skin. This slight adjustment to how she builds her second layer makes all the difference as she fades into someone looking more natural.

Her face inherently darkens a little since she's no longer smooth like glass, but she comes into existence as a genuine beauty as the morning sunlight correctly diffuses against her body.

"Holy shit," Daniel breathes before raising his hand. "Can I feel?"

Anne cups her mouth in delight before smirking. "Oh sweetie, you didn't ask me before, you know?"

Daniel coughs, rubbing the back of his head in shame. "Uh, well...sorry."

"Still, you don't need mama's permission! Come here~"

Daniel stiffens as she takes his hand to her chest. He can already feel the natural grains of her skin, but more than that, his forehead sweats to the pleasant weight and squishiness of her assets.

He pulls away. "I-it's convincing! Okay, I think we'll need to shop for clothes! For now, let me see if I have...!"

Just as he's about to step back, Anne stops him with a tug on his shirt. She squints her eyes at him with a sly curl of the mouth. "Now, where do you think you're going, mister? Mama needs a proper reward for getting to this point!"

The artist sweats more. "R-reward?"

"Yep! Mama wants a kiss!" she demands with a cute huff.

Not waiting any longer as her son hesitates, Anne leans forward and presses her new lips against his. Daniel has no choice but to accept the incoming love. Instead of her lips being slippery, it has the right amount of firmness. She seems to know how dense each part of her body should be. With such a lure, he can't help but kiss back while the member in his pants throbs harder.

Chu...smack...chu!

Many seconds go by while the sweet, wet noises fill the studio. When Daniel has to inhale from his nostrils, he wraps one arm around her waist and cups her left breast, fondling it as their tongues intertwine with increasing fervor. His breath scatters unevenly into her mouth while Anne takes in his desire with gentle calm. By the end, a bridge of saliva falls between them and Daniel's bulge thoroughly pokes at her body.

The slime mother giggles, her hand sliding onto his pants to remove them. At the same time, her other hand drags back to his face with much love. "Should we continue back in bed?"