My Mom is a Maternal Slime

With a groan, Daniel's ears perk to the sounds of sizzling. Along with it comes an air of smoke-flavored sausage and eggs that draws to his nose, urging his mouth to water. He snap-opens his eyes to see himself standing tall before his stove.

Way too tall.

The bewildered artist has to blink a few times to confirm he's not imagining things before lifting his gaze, catching two soft globes impeding his vision. They also push against his cheeks, jiggling while keeping his head straight.

Holding his breath to prevent the delicious smell below from impeding his thoughts, Daniel grasps his situation. It's validated when he lowers his gaze again to catch a pair of arms flipping sausages and eggs in the pan…except these arms are definitely not his. In fact, he can feel his real arms pinned to his side!

"Oh, you're awake? Hehe, good morning, my baby~"

Daniel releases the air in his lungs as Anne sings from above, then lands a kiss on top of his head. After confirming he can't move at all, surrounded by his mother's squishy cool gel, he thins his lips and closes his eyes concededly.

"Well, um…good morning, mom," he finally greets.

It would seem that instead of being curled up in her belly, his slime mother grew taller to carry him upright. Specifically, he can feel his legs snug inside her own while the rest of his body is fitted into her expanded torso.

"Sorry! You were sleeping so well inside of me that I couldn't bear departing from you! Still, is mama comfy?"

Daniel wiggles a little and hums flatly. "Yep, pretty comfy. Your jelly fat is truly amazing."

"Hey, why do you have to say it like that?! Hmph, you're less shocked than I hoped."

"How can I be surprised anymore? It's clear you can shapeshift any way you want…and around people."

"Well then, I'll need to find new things I can do! It's all for science, you understand?"

Daniel snorts. "Suuure."

Anne giggles, causing the contained artist to smile more. He watches his mother turn off the stove and slide the breakfast to a plate before sitting at the table. As she does, Daniel can feel the bending of his legs match hers.

"I'll admit," Anne begins. "Being this tall is a bit annoying. I had to be careful not to hit any fans and being too high isn't good for my vision. Still, this is worth it! It feels like you've returned to being a child! So cute~"

'Child, huh?' Daniel repeats in his head, reminded of the "dream". Everything remains quite clear from his meeting with Viviane, so he wonders whether telling his slime mother is appropriate now.

"Mama is going to feed you, okay?"

'Eh, I'll explain it later.'

With that decision, he opens up as Anne takes a slice of the scrambled eggs and slides it into his mouth. Being fed like this is a bit embarrassing but…fluffy, just like the eggs she made. However, for his own pride, he can't allow her to take complete control.

"Um, actually, let me eat on my own from here."

Anne halts her readying of another fork and quivers. "Y-you want to leave mama already?"

"That's not going work on me this time, mom. Just give me back my arms, at least."

The slime mother clicks her tongue and accepts the compromise, releasing her son's arms from his sides and allowing them to escape her. Once free, the underlying slime and skin close back up around his shoulders.

While taking his fork from Anne's hand, the slime mother stretches her other arm over to a kitchen drawer to grab a fork for herself. They share the plate in front of them.

Daniel's lips rise slightly as he imagines what they look like now.

"We're pretty horrifying, aren't we?"

"Nonsense!" Anne rejects, taking a bite of her sausage. "A mother's love truly knows no bounds!"

"You mean your love knows no bounds."

"Well, maybe the world would be a better place if all mothers loved their children like I do!"

"Sounds suffocating."

"Don't say that! I'm not saying to be overly-possessive! That's no good."

"Mom, you're literally trapping me."

"This and that are different! Besides…"

Her hand lowers to their shared crotch. Daniel gasps, dropping his fork. Although his member had been encased so far, it now extrudes with her coating, replacing her crotch.

"We enjoy this too," Anne finishes with a purr.

"W-wait," Daniel forces, gulping as his cock swells from her touch. "L-let's finish eating first."

"But we've gotten so hard! I'm already feeling aroused thanks to you, sweetie."

"W-who's fault is that?"

"Hehe~"

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After eating, Daniel lets his slime mother have her way as she rests herself on the couch and continues their shared masturbation experience.

Anne moans above him, caressing her cheek with one hand as her other hand strokes his cock…no, their cock, just as she'd done last night.

With her slime cells connected to everything except his arms and head, she savors his build-up, heart, and panted breaths as she carries him close to her.

Very close.

"Haa…Mama…loves you…so much! Unf!"

Anne's sweet moans are genuine this time as she receives her son's pleasures. It's truly music to his ears, spurring the artist's cock further as he joins in. For her sake, he tries to hold on as long as possible.

Shlip! Shlick!

Yet, that remains difficult as her fingers press against his skin exquisitely, rubbing against his shaft like a massage. Further, she secrets a little milk from her hands to act as lube, making it easier for his cock to mold to her desires.

Daniel's eyes roll up, unable to hold on. "M-mom, I'm…"

"C-cum, sweetie! Cum for mama!"

Pumping out, Daniel groans while his mother kisses his head again, stifling her grunts. She tightens herself to enjoy the pressure as long as possible until there's nothing left, all dispersing into her coat that lines across the contours of her son's shaft. Only when her son's semen is dissolved do they breathe out in sync.

"Oh dear. Mama…hah…might become addicted to your body now."

"D-don' t say something so scary."

"Hehe! Mama will take Mary's body then. She won't mind."

Daniel snorts. "The sad part is that I can see that."

They recover for a few minutes in silence afterward. When Daniel's cock is fully limp again, it submerges back into its motherly containment, subsequently returning Anne to looking more female.

"Now, are you thirsty?" Anne asks, sliding her fingers through his hair.

After being fed by Viviane, the thought of drinking more milk makes him sick to the stomach. Even if his interactions with the mysterious mother might be considered "out-of-body", the taste of her sweet milk seems to linger on his tongue.

It wasn't regular cow milk that Anne could reproduce, oddly. That may have been actual "human" breast milk; however, he can't be for sure, considering he hasn't tasted it before. Regardless, it only emphasizes some apparent differences between Viviane and Anne.

Daniel coughs. "Actually, I think we need to discuss my… let's call it 'dream'."

"Oh!"

Anne sits up properly, her eyes twinkling. "Mama is ready! Did you find something stranger about me?"

"Yep."

"Ugh…I was actually hoping otherwise. Okay, how weirder did I get?"

The artist sighs, looking at his shared form with his mother. "Before that, can you let me go? I can't explain this seriously when I'm mashed between your chest."

Anne raises her brows and grins. "Hu hu, I thought you said mama is comfy?"

She squishes her large tits together with a giggle, muffling Daniel's retort. In the end, it takes some time before they separate.

A mother's love is quite hard to unravel sometimes.