The young Lady stared all round eyed at the strange bauble. She'd been dancing all too enthusiastically when it had fallen from the shelf. Some magic trinket, it had been a strange little face inside that you could shake & watch it roll & swirl about within. As a babe the Princess had played with it, rolling it about and loving how the eyes always tried to follow her about. Only now that face was outside the shattered glass - a small round blob. And it was watching her once more.<br/><br/>Whilst her maid cleared the glass up, hiding the rubbish, the young Miss seemed entranced. She held the little blue slime between her fingers, letting it slick up her hands with a slimy tingle. She giggled as the sensations filled her - ever watching the little round eyes with a fascinated joy. She loved how warm the little blob was - and how her skin felt refreshing & tingly - like she'd been rubbing herself with mint. The strange slime it left seemed to disappear too - vanishing across her skin with an odd warmth. When she finally put the creature down, she had to laugh as it began to stalk her desk ornaments - it settled on her ink bottle - which was maliciously pounced & swallowed with a wet sucking noise. As it dissolved, the little slime turned a dusky purple - before it seemed to settle in for the night.<br/><br/>That night the young Miss felt hot. Her maid opened all the windows - but she ran warm still. Concerned, the maid put her to bed with a draught of sleeping potion. Which settled her some. Still she was restless in her sleep, tossing and turning. It wasn't till her hands settled over her new friend that her body settled. Then the dreams started...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Inside her dream world, the most handsome Sir came before her. A knight of esteem, the crowds seemed to vanish as they bowed before him. And then he was before her, unrobed - his manly lance pointed before her. Giggling, she reached out a tentative hand. She wanted hi... his lance so deeply. She found it fascinating - how it swung and swayed before her. His handsome face seemed to blur out slightly - unimportant now as she reached for him. Her fingers grasped outward, feeling the warm flesh. Only... His member was soft. Too soft - with a shocked look, the young Lady tried in vain to grab and hold the softened member. But his sword seemed to melt within her grasp. She even stepped forth, pressing herself onto the penis. But his head seemed to slip against her, sliding under her in frustration. Her fingers squeezed harder - trying to force pressure & shape into his member - but no matter how hard she tried to mount herself atop him, she only managed to rutt and rub herself against his member. With wet sighs, he came over and over, covering her in his sticky gift. In frustrations, she least bent down to lick him clean. She'd heard the maids gossip about such things - and that seemed to work at least. She could sense the happiness & satisfaction... Slurping and sloppily slapping her tongue over the slipping & spilling member with inexperience. Still, somehow it seemed to please him - and herself. Even if they were both so frustrated...<br/><br/>The next morning, her Lady's Maid stepped into the musky scent of her mistress's bedroom. She saw the dampened sheets & the small stain that peeked from the bottom of her Lady's nightie. She quietly insisted she bathe, making sure to set aside the sheets for a private washing later. She never did find where the Lady's panties had gone. Strangely, as she helped the young Miss bathe, her skin seemed to come up smooth & almost radiant in places. She couldn't help herself - her fingers turned what started as an innocent scrubbing into a sensual exploration... a delicate massage that soon awoke that all too familiar musk. Catching herself, she finished the Lady up quickly & set her to her chores.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>This continued until the third or fourth night, which each dream growing wild & even messier than the last. But the third night, she was rubbing his softened member all across her body - his thick cum slipping across all her skin - even down between her toes. By morning all her nightie had vanished. And her skin shone with an inner brightness. Her mood flared - frustration having built until she pounced her maid, forcing a kiss upon her. When they broke, the young Miss asked so many questions. Intimate . questions about young men & how to please them the most. When the maid admitted her purity, there was just so much frustration that she offered what little insight she had. She suggested using your fingers to work open your lips - because a girl was best taken when she was young & tight. So it helped for her to be ready - wet & already opened up. It might lessen the pain of that first time...<br/><br/>On the fourth night the young Miss's fever drove her so hot that she simply stripped off all her clothing before bed. When her maid protested, she was told to be quiet or join her. Flushing all too much, the maid fled the room, promising to say naught. And finally on this night, when the dream came, the young Miss would still grasp the slippery, softened member. But this time she divided her efforts. One hand worked the soft member, letting it squish and roll against her - trailing his thick delicious cum all across her skin. She even let his efforts stray down to her toes, where she stroked him with her feet in bemusement. But her other hand remained about her own lips. Finally free of confining fabrics, her fingers found it easy to play out her instincts. Soon she was stroking leisurely... Rubbing about her lips and letting them contort & stretch. Then one finger seemed to uncover something... And her whole world opened up. A new horizon of sensation awoke within her - and the slick soft member began to urge it's way back up between her legs. As her fingers brushed over her sensitive nub, they started to stumble into her lips - finally parting the frustration with new joy. As they discovered a slickness inside, something started to move within. Her muscles began to pulse with the movements, drawing her fingers in with a wet sucking sound. Sensations rose and the heat seemed to burst into her lips, her fingers brushing over fire as she worked. A lusty scream built itself within her lungs - waiting for that perfect moment when that hot slickness climbing her thighs would finally plunge into her. As that slimy member pressed over her fingers, instinct drew them in and split them wide - opening the gap. And a hotness finally poured into her. A satisfied scream ripped out of her - but it was covered in a powerful kiss. Arms pressed her flat and something soft fell across her chest. The noise was crushed beneath that kiss - just as her insides screamed with the confliction of this sudden intrusion and final satisfaction. Her fingers began to work - one hand drawing that soft member in & out - letting that slick warm well up within her. Whilst her other hand kept working her doorway, opening and splitting her lips to allow the member to fall back inside her. Each thrust seemed to draw the member out - the penis within finally growing & lengthening like the bard's tales. It pressed and swelled - though there wasn't the sharp tearing pain she'd expected. Instead it was like she'd swallowed something that then swelled up when it reached deep inside - only her insides seemed to assure her that their being stretched about these strange bulbous insertions was both serenely satisfying & torturously wonderful. And then there was the kisses - hot and soft, almost panicked in how often they pressed over her lips. Whenever she felt her body twist and stretch, her insides stretched towards some climatic limit, then the kisses would rain down upon her. Her breathe was stolen away hungrily - and new fingers began to work her body. At first they stayed high, circling her shoulders before lowering themselves across her chest. Then one finger strayed across her belly, dancing in the slimy cum and tickling her until her bed rattled. Then finally there was an extra hand pressing that member into her... Finally that deep need could be filled as she was filled to bursting - and the wet slick member finally exploded inside. The shock of his cum pushed her limits - and the young Miss collapsed inside her dreams...<br/><br/>And her maid lay atop her, wondering what she had just done, as she had pressed the little slime deep inside her Lady.<br/><br/>They awoke together the next morning, both naked. The sheets on the bed were fine - but the maid's nighty had vanished as the slimey cum consumed it. And then the unbeknownst to both of them, the slime had drawn it's trial back inside the girl. Where it could settle & wait. After all, it's first offspring would take a few days to birth. But they already had the second host lined up...<br/><br/>That morning the girls shared kisses in their bath. The maid bent low and found that if she licked her Lady, her cum would leak out - a creamy pale blue slickness that tasted so heavenly... Like a refreshing mint leaf... And when she massaged her mistress, she seemed to love it most of all when her belly was worked - as both her Lady & her Slime within reacted to the wonderful pressures...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The young Lady would retired to the country some time later. Her maid & mother understanding now. The All Mother needed young mothers. The young Lady had been the first host - able to birth new slimes. Indeed, her skin had slowly paled until it was almost translucent. Soon she wouldn't even need to maintain her human shape. But their household was wealthy. They could afford to hire all the new maids. Ads were placed across the towns - encouraging young chaste girls to visit & apply. And by the second night, the slime's touch was too addictive to refuse. The girls would soon understand, as they birthed new slimed & slowly devolved into whatever type the All Mother called next...<br/><br/>Of course there were snags. Some of the slimes got into the stables - causing trouble amongst the mares. The stallions got upset & tried to force themselves on the sudden sexual mares - but the slimes reacted defensively... And well, at least there wasn't a body to clean up. Thankfully the other men about the property were handled with more tact. They couldn't be left for too long. With a deceased husband, the Mother's word ruled cleanly. But the butlers & chef would eventually notice. They took some effort to clean up. In the end a new slime had come forth. One that slid into the throat. It could slip from one host to another during a kiss - and there it lived over the voicebox, slowly seeping into the victim & transforming them. They would never become true slimes. But their bodies would soften. Some would change more deeply - their members retreating to make way for womanly parts & ovaries filled with new slime eggs. And other would have their member soften - able to shift their scale & length like the slime's form. Some would grow thin & long, whilst others would fill out towards inhuman proportions. And once they were inside a woman, these adapted parts could swell enough to open a girl up, ready to receive her first slime egg. They would push deep into her womb to plant the egg, offering her a refreshing - and minty - experience like no other... And when the slime awoke within her... She would know where to come apply as a new maid soon enough...