My Mom is a Maternal Slime

After eating, Anne and Daniel arrive at the Fairview Outdoor Mall, a shopping center located on Keystone's outskirts. Many pedestrians can be seen enjoying the warm weather, some eating ice cream along benches while others carrying multiple bags from various stores. A typical environment.

Anne blinks as she steps out of the car and looks around. "Is it me or has this place gotten busier?"

"Well, it did expand after Amy died. There's even a new movie theater that was built."

"Oh!"

Daniel's lips lift as Anne claps her hands together in delight. He wonders whether his astronomer-mother would react similarly?

He shakes his head, stopping such thoughts. It seems pointless and unfair to guess when Anne is in front of him, someone who blends with Amy but not always. Not wasting further time, they head into a larger department store that has been around since the founding of the mall. As the entrance's sliding doors open, Anne's eyes widen to see the large area filled with clothes, various stands, and plenty of people shuffling through hangers of fabric.

"Oh, I know this store!" Anne starts, her eyes softening. "When you were little, you got lost here while Amy was looking for a pair of pants for you. After realizing you weren't around her, she panicked as she tried to search for you until some employees finally found you hiding and crying in the Men's coats section."

She chuckles. "She spanked you so hard after that! Since then, you behaved better for her, didn't you?"

Daniel's eyes glance away, feeling a little embarrassed by those memories, even though he was just a dumb kid like anyone else.

"I mean, it was bound to happen. I know I wasn't the most easy kid to raise."

As they walk in further, Anne grabs the artist's hand and huffs. "Well, now I must keep you close to ensure you don't run off again!"

Daniel snorts and squeezes his hand back at her. "That should be my line. Since you're still learning and rediscovering things, I'm worried you'll go off on your own."

Anne pouts. "That's not-"

She halts as she sees the lingerie and bra section. Her thoughts travel to all the sexy articles worn by models in photos and videos she saw on her son's browser history. Her figurative heart beats over the prospect of having some to wear herself and please her son.

"Waah! Let's go, Daniel!"

Pulling him along with eager footing, the artist yelps. "H-hey, slow down!"

At the edge of the section, Daniel retreats away forcefully. As a result, Anne fumbles and then turns her head back to her son, frowning. "What's wrong, pumpkin?"

Daniel curses quietly while a few women stare at the couple before returning to their business, "First, please don't call me that! Also, you need to calm down, okay? I know you're excited, but there's no reason to rush!"

Anne lowers her head a little with her lips flattened into a straight line. "A-ah...you're right, sorry."

Daniel sighs, then crosses his arms. "I'll just stand nearby. You can pick what you'd like and go into the fitting room to make sure it fits."

The slime girl lifts her head, then furrows her brows. "What? But...I'm going to pick things that I want to make sure you like! I need you to be with me!"

The artist blushes before gulping. "That's...um..."

"Oh, come on. It's not as if you haven't already seen me nak-"

Daniel quickly places his hand on her mouth. "L-lower your voice! I get it, okay? But most men and women aren't allowed to go into fitting rooms!"

"Ah...well, hmm..."

Daniel breathes out in relief, but before he can be certain Anne would give up on the idea, he sees a couple entering the fitting room without concern. Stunned, he squints and sees the fitting room has signs allowing for mixed genders.

Unfortunately, Anne also notices this and brightens. "Oh, look at that! See, it's fine!"

Daniel blinks a few times, wondering if he missed something. Honestly, he usually orders online, so he hasn't been to a clothing store in a long while. Still, for there to be such a change...

'Why though?! You're just asking for inappropriate stuff to happen!' Daniel cries in his head. Perhaps this is some sort of progressive change happening to stores...or just this one.

Regardless, he stands his ground. "I still don't think doing this is a good idea. Do you really need me to check you out?"

"I do! Besides, aren't you my boyfriend right now? I need your opinion! What if I pick something that would make me stand out?"

Under her hopeful eyes, Daniel's lips wriggle. He hoped his slime mother would have the judgment to know, but then again...

'Shit.'

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To no avail, the artist ultimately finds himself in the fitting room as his slime mother requested. Seated on a chair in the closed stall with his legs closed and his hands locked to his thighs, he stiffens a little as Anne comes in, humming to herself. In her arms are a variety of lingerie, panties, and bras.

With a pleased smile, she sets aside the articles and slowly removes her buttoned blouse. The anticipation causes her son to wriggle in his seat and look away. Noticing her son's discomfort, her eyes lower.

"Daniel? I'm sorry for pushing, but truly, there's nobody else. I'm still figuring out my final body type, after all."

"Um...yeah."

The slime girl giggles at her son's weak acknowledgment. As she does, Daniel sees her breasts, currently in the C-cup range, jiggle a tiny bit. Even though she reduced them to fit Amy's blouse, they're plenty full compared to her size.

The bust-appreciator naturally cannot stop his member from growing a little hard watching this. He's accepted that it will happen, and since this is from the slime girl's insistence, what else can he do? He can only hope Anne finds a good size soon.

Sadly, time in this stall seems to draw out.

Anne tries on various tops, most of which are at least two cup-size larger than her current. As she straps on a DD-cup bra, her chest inflates to fit snugly while keeping the same band measurement. She pats her chest, causing her upper mass to ripple.

"Does this look fine? I can't exactly determine if it's uncomfortable or not since I don't feel anything, but I don't want it to snap either," she asks, twirling a little.

Her son inhales for a moment. Though she acts casual about it, the sight of her breasts expanding before his eyes really riles his member below. Still, he doesn't show his discomfort as he leans forward. Although this should be a job for another girl to inspect, that's obviously impossible with Anne adjusting her mass as she pleases. Understanding his role to examine, he slips his finger beneath the strap on her back and pulls. It feels firm but not overly tight.

"Doesn't seem too tense," he concludes. "Are all the bras you bought of this size?"

"I have some bigger ones too."

Daniel swallows, then crookedly smiles. "H-honestly, this is already big compared to your body and height. Any further and you're going to really attract attention."

She'll likely still get ogles at her current size, but as a man who appreciates large busts, Daniel can't tell her to downgrade her chest either. Of course, her level of attracting eyes to her curves will ultimately depend on what she wears over.

Anne hums, then turn to take his hands, placing them on her chest. "I don't care about others. Tell me, is this good enough for you or do you want to see me bigger?"

The artist screams in his mind, feeling the firm yet pleasant mass in his hands. His cock throbs more, tightening against the fabric of his jeans. Would he like to see them bigger, like she had them at home?

Fuck yes!

Is it realistic? No.

Pulling away, he coughs a little."Yes, it's fine for me...or at least for when we go out in public."

Seeing her son's reaction, Anne wiggles. She'd like to try bigger bras, but if her breasts look too big in her current form, she would need to grow out proportionately. Obviously, a tall woman in the streets would turn even more heads.

"I guess this is my limit then," Anne says, accepting the balance for now. Like Daniel suggests, she can always enlarge her breasts back at home.

With a DD-cup size, she checks other bras with similar sizing.

Time in the stall continues, and Daniel soon taps his feet, forced to watch her switch on and switch off various tops. The way her arms squeeze her chest as she unstraps, then jiggles left free, puts an increasing strain on him. Unfortunately, it worsens when Anne moves to her bottom underwear, pulling Amy's jeans down while singing to herself.

Catching Daniel's intense stare at her butt, Anne smirks and wiggles. "Hehe, it's kind of embarrassing to stare so hard."

'Hard...hard...hard...'

While Daniel's head is filled with his own problems, he manages to force a smile. "I am...just checking to see if you'd...stand out."

"Oh."

That's just an excuse as he sweats more. His pants are being stained with pre-cum with all this teasing!

It would only worsen if he witnesses Anne's lower cheeks wobbling as she resizes her mass while pulling on various underwear.

'Oh dear god!' Daniel cries in his mind.

By the end of it, she finds a size for her waist. Humming contently, she twirls once more. "This should be good, right?"

"Y-yes," Daniel croaks, his forehead sweating. Unable to bear it any longer, he shuts his eyes while keeping his voice low. "I'm...sorry, Anne. I can't take this anymore. Since you've gotten your sizes down, you can just continue without me."

Anne gasps. "W-wait, can I try a few lingerie for you?"

For a moment, Daniel almost forgot they were in a public changing room as everyone minded their own business; however, a few whistles and giggles erupt, overhearing Anne.

The artist curls his lips, flushing red and averting his gaze.

"Anne, please," he pleads. "You can...ahem, surprise me later."

The slime girl blinks, finding the idea better. Closing her eyes with glee, she nods. "Well, okay!"

Daniel breathes a sigh of relief and stands up. When he does, the slime finally notices his bulge below. Placing a hand on her mouth, her eyes sadden.

'Did...I do that?'

Feeling guilty, she leans closer to his ear while stopping him on the chest. "Sweetie, I could...help clean away those stains real quick? It'll be quiet, I promise."

Daniel sips some air and holds his breath for a moment. His cock reacts eagerly over the idea, but knowing how risky it might be with mostly ladies or couples around, he shakes his head.

"W-we can't!"

Anne's eyes shine, undeterred. "It'll be quick! Won't you be uncomfortable like that? I'll just...let my slime seep through your fabric and dry it out, okay?"

'Is that really possible?'

Daniel hesitates. Indeed, he'd rather leave this changing room dry and not risk others noticing his arousal, although most might not catch it. Knowing that Anne has been able to absorb liquids easily though, particularly from him, he accedes. "T-then, if you can..."

"Right."

Anne takes the matter seriously and gently pushes him to sit back down. Doing so, Daniel watches one of her hands revert to its blue jelly form. Before he can question what she plans to do, she snaps it forward, attaching it to his crotch.

The slight pressure causes him to inhale, but he quickly suppresses his grunt as he feels the slime girl's hand become less defined, seeping through the fabric of his jeans. She hushes him gently as cool gel flows inside his boxers with care not to squeeze.

Keeping his breathing leveled, Daniel tries to remain calm. There are no noises from the slime's movement except the low sounds of rustling and fabric folding around them. Some women hum as they look at themselves, while others comment about the store's clothes. In any case, the mood is like a library, and even one slip of a moan might hint at naughty customer behavior.

Daniel feels the vibration of Anne sucking away all of his juices just like a sponge. True to her word, she's avoiding touching his cock directly; unfortunately, the artist is already on edge. No matter how delicate, her movements on the surface are enough for his cock to pump away without his consent.

And it does.

'Fuck!'

Daniel shuts his eyes tightly, then holds his breath more, much to his detriment. He doesn't feel he has other options to prevent an immediate groan from rising in his throat.

Anne is alarmed as she senses his pants growing wetter, then hurries to suck up all his cum with a bite from her lips.

Unfortunately, Daniel can't hold his breath and voice for very long. Seeing his struggle, his mother's eyes swirl with panic, then desperately move to seal his lips with hers.

The artist stiffens, only staving off suspicion by groaning into her mouth. The sounds are mostly kept under as she places her free hand on his head, locking him to her.

His body then tries to pull away for the much-needed air his fast-beating heart requires; however, Anne refuses, keeping him close. He nearly chokes, expecting to struggle more until an unexpected lifeline enters him.

His eyes widen, staring at Anne's glinting eyes as his lungs are filled by unmistakable air from her being. Although he recalls her saying she doesn't need to breathe except as necessary to talk, he hadn't accounted for her to be able to pull in air for him. How was she redirecting it from the outside?

He doesn't understand, but seeing how she's giving him time to adjust while drying his crotch below, he closes his eyes and relaxes against her cool lips.

By the end of it, Anne releases him from both ends, and Daniel manages to breathe out easily as one normally would. While adapting back to the standard air, he stares incredulously, only to see his slime mother pull a thumbs up, clearly proud of her quick thinking.

He's completely dumbfounded over what just occurred. Somehow or other, they exit the fitting room without garnering much awareness from other customers. Once in the clear, the artist groans. "Sorry Anne, but I'm not joining you again for the rest of your picks."

Anne curls her lips as she places her various underwear into a cart parked outside the changing room. "Um...You're not mad, are you?"

Daniel snorts, twisting his lips to his side. "No, it's my fault. I should've just bear with it."

"Sorry, I should've been more delicate."

Daniel's not too sure if it would've mattered. In any case, he shrugs. "Somehow, it worked out, but I'll admit that was...thrilling."

The slime girl raises her brows. "R-really?"

The artist hums, looking away and coughing. "Anyways, how were you able to pull in air for me like that?"

"Ah, well...I've always been able to draw in air to help make noises, but as I've told, I don't really need it. So I thought in my haste that if I sealed our heads together, I could give you some more breathing time to calm down without others noticing."

Daniel shakes his head in disbelief. "That's absolutely ridiculous."

"Hehe! You know what though? This means ma-I can give you plenty of long kisses!"

The possibility sends shivers down Daniel, wondering how he'd last constantly being refilled by his slime mother. He fastens his pace to the next section as his lower member reacts to the idea.