This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder than Expected (A Futa LitRPG)

5.19 - ❤❤ Mini-Goo I

Content Advisory: Miniature slimegirls (and the stuff you'd expect with that)

Zoey and Delta exited the arcade restroom with some awkwardness, having obviously gotten carried enough to be heard by anyone passing by. Loud, semi-public hijinks did come with an unfortunate reality—and in this case, it was the uncomfortable, blushing young employee who told them they had to leave. The two of them had at least cleaned up after themselves. That was the bare minimum of consideration they could give.

Delta walked a bit funny on their way back to the guild. She'd handled bigger problems than what Zoey had just given her—namely down in the second shard, with that special encounter—but that had been with the help of a stretchiness potion. Two fourteen inch cocks had pushed the poor foxgirl to her limit, even accounting for Zoey's passive accommodation skill.

"You don't have to look so smug about it," Delta said, elbowing her. "Yes, I can't walk straight. Of course I can't. It still hurts."

"I didn't go too hard, did I?"

"Back to sweet and caring, now?" Delta snorted. "Yes, two of those monsters was too much. And I can't wait for it to happen again."

That was something, at least. She did feel a bit bad about how roughly she had used Delta, even if it seemed she was happy about the situation.

They made it back to the guild with Delta hanging on Zoey's arm the whole way through—and this time, probably because she halfway needed the help to walk. Even with a wayfarer's massively improved constitution, being stretched in the way Zoey had punished her, Delta might need a night's rest before she was fully recovered. She tried not to feel smug about that, but failed.

They split off to their own rooms to get cleaned off. Zoey would have joined Delta in the shower if she didn't fear being unable to help herself from ravishing the foxgirl another round—and she really thought Delta needed the break.

Walking in, something sitting on the nightstand caught her eye—an item that Zoey had halfway forgotten about until just now.

The jar of green goo that Mel had given her had changed. Before, it had just been a green puddle sitting at the bottom of the glass container, seemingly inert. Mel had said it was 'her', in a way, so Zoey hadn't stored it in her inventory; she carried it along the manual way.

But rather than being a jar with some green gelatin at the bottom, it was a jar with a person inside, now.

Or rather, a miniature slimegirl. Not more than seven or so inches tall, not even reaching the top of the jar itself—which was a large, thick piece of glass meant for alchemy reagent collection.

Shocked, Zoey came closer. Having also seen Zoey, the green goo-girl inside patted the glass jar in excitement, then waved rapidly at her.

"Mel?" Zoey asked.

The goo-girl continued to cheerfully go wild, ecstatic at Zoey's arrival. Her bouncy curves were as generous as Mel's—and as on display. She was more or less an exact replica, just scaled down.

"Mel? That's you? Really?" Zoey grabbed the jar and lifted it up to get a better look.

Inside, the goo-girl hesitated, then shrugged. She nodded, then shook her head.

"You can understand me?"

A nod.

"But ... can't talk?"

Another nod.

"Huh," Zoey said. What did she mean by the confusion in her response to 'are you Mel', then? She had both nodded and shook her head. Then, she both was and was not Mel? She guessed for a separate entity spawned from Mel's body, that made some kind of sense. Maybe they had come from the same template and she had Mel's memories, but technically wasn't Mel? "Here, let me get you out of there."