As I was thinking of this, a thin tendril of the pink slime rose out of the tub and snaked across the floor. It went under my desk and came out with a piece of paper, holding it up so I could see it, before it dissolved. I indian wondered it the slime would keep growing, I certainly didn't need hundreds of pounds of slime trying to have sex with me. The tendril moved toward me, the last foot or so splitting into several finer tendrils that gently, but firmly took my hand, urging it into a flat palm up and position. A pale pink marble dropped into my palm. The marble was hard and glassy, lacking the luster I normally saw in the slime. Under the microscope, I could make out dead or damaged slime cells and some dark grains like fine sand. I looked at the slime. “I sure wish you could talk.” I muttered, “This would be a lot easier to figure out.” A generic looking head rose out of the tub. “This one can speak,” fucks it said in a soft clear voice. “What are you?” I asked. “This class one is an amorphous, poly-form organism,” it said. “Why do you take the forms you do?” “This one responds to your thoughts.” I took a while, but in the end, we decided on a name, Patty, and she agreed that her existence must be kept secret. She was close to her optimum size, and having become aware, would no longer feed indiscriminately. She could take any form I wished within the limits of her size. She could not feel pain but did react to my feelings of pleasure. She had the basic female form down pat, only adjusting the outward appearance to match my thoughts. She could be any girl at any time. This was so cool. These days, more often than not, I wake up to some gorgeous movie star sucking my cock or riding me. Life is good. Chapter 2 Cammy woke up slowly, sore between her thighs from the intense pounding she took and with a deep ache in her shoulder from His girl teeth. The graphic events of the night before came rushing back to her as she lay safely in his powerful arms, he really wasn’t kidding when he said the fuck of her young life. Here though, quietly laying with his strong arms protectively, perhaps possessively wrapped around her, she felt protected, safe for the first time in a long time. Sighing contentedly as she listened to him breathe, his heat keeping her thin body warm she suddenly wonders what his name is, realizing they never did exchange pleasantries the night before. Carefully so as not to wake him, she slowly rolls in his arms so she can look at him, his strong jaw covered with several days of stubble on his cheeks and throat, his thick mustache and goatee, dark but shot through with grey, a nice, slightly rounded nose with a bump on it from being broken before, his dark shaggy hair also shot through with grey, his full lips, slightly parted and exposing his fangs. God! Those fangs! When they entered her flesh, they took her already powerful orgasm to such new heights it was incredible…just reliving it now was making her so wet she wanted honey to feel his magnificent cock inside her again. She moved her small hand down to his groin and easily found his beautiful cock and gently closed her fist around it, engulfing as much of it as she could. She couldn’t even touch her fingers together around it. Her drawn-on whiskers were blurred with her exerted tears, but she still had her dotted nose, her tail, and her cute ears. Serafima looked over to Karina a moment a knowing smile on her face as well. My small breasts jiggled beneath my dress. Yes, yes, she's wiggling her hips. Cocks pressed against her tits, squishing into her ass and thighs. "I didn't say that." Right into his hungry mouth. I am so fucks sorry to have honey thought so badly of you over this.” Hundreds of my children class launched from the murky water and tore into the unsuspecting men on the shoreline. He put his had in his lap and rubbed his now big bulge and asked if she had ever given road head. “Ahh Yess Dora… I always love a teen’s hand…” He moans. I asked if he liked my breasts and my nipples. Her pink thongs became even more visible as she bent her left leg further and propped it against the door. Their penises dangled in indian view of the photographers, girl their firm and athletic bodies on display. I clasped my hand over hers, squeezed it for reassurance, then took one breath, and another. Here on the court, she’s and a basketball player,” Coach interrupts. On my knees.