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

5.20 - Catching Up

Following mini-Mel's feeding, Zoey returned to her original goal: getting cleaned. A quick shower later, Zoey stepped out, feeling fresh—all the sweat and other sticky substances cleaned off her skin. A quick glance showed mini-Mel luxuriating in her jar, happily stuffed full. The sight was a bit odd, and Zoey blushed before looking away. That had definitely been one of her stranger misadventures.

Zoey had barely settled on the bed and cracked open her alchemy textbook—her standard free-time filler—before the rummaging-around of a key in a lock announced Rosalie's return. The blonde strode in, a distracted look on her face.

"Welcome back."

"Thanks. How was ..." Rosalie trailed off, eyes latching to Mel's jar. Ever attentive, it hadn't taken long for Rosalie to see it. Inside, a comatose, stomach-bulging mini-slime rested, wearing the easily identifiable expression of someone well-fucked to near unconsciousness. Rosalie stared at the jar for a moment, then turned two raised eyebrows at Zoey.

"Uh. I can explain?"

"Is that Mel?"

"Sort of."

"And is that cum?"

"Well, yeah."

"You came inside a seven-inch version of Mel."

"She asked politely?"

Rosalie stared incredulously at her, then shook her head. "After today, who am I to talk? I suppose we're both degenerates."

"Both of us? What happened?" Zoey's mind of course went to that interruption back during Sabina's alchemy lessons—when Rosalie had decided to store Zoey's cock inside her for an extended period. It had made paying attention to what Sabina was saying rather hard.

Rosalie's cheeks tinted. "You haven't heard? Did you see Maddy today?"

"No?"

"Well, never mind, then. What happened with Mel?"

Zoey considered pushing, since her curiosity had been piqued—especially with how Maddy was apparently related—but decided against it. For now. She would press later.

"I came back, and she was like that," Zoey said. "Or, well, back in her human shape. Not ..."

"Cream filled?" Rosalie asked dryly.

"Since when are you crude?"

"Since a certain girlfriend of mine corrupted me."

"Guilty as charged, I guess."

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "So, what does feeding her do? Mel said you would need to, but what's it for?"

"I kinda assumed she'd get bigger. Maybe we'll have our own pet slimegirl after some time."

Rosalie couldn't entirely hide her interest at that. She was more reserved than Delta, and hadn't wanted to sleep with Mel in either of the opportunities that had arisen—but Zoey suspected she would warm up to the idea over time. Especially if she got to know Mel better; that was the prerequisite, Zoey knew. Her girlfriend wasn't quite as willing to sleep with strangers and she and Delta were.

"I'm curious how that'll develop," Rosalie said. "She doesn't have Mel's current memories, right? Not linked to her mind? Actively so?"

"No? Or, I wouldn't figure? I guess I can't say for sure. Why?"

"Can she tell us if the vampire is still there?"

"Ah," Zoey said. "Good point. Well, she can't talk, but she does understand us." She glanced Mel's way. "But she's a little ... unavailable, at the moment."