Elizabeth here: time for some gooey relaxation. Slime girl lovers, I hope you enjoy!
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The bathtub that came with Gabriel's house was large enough to fit two people comfortably, though he only ever needed space for one. He had purchased the house because the low price and the high quality was a surprise, and he liked surprises. Even bad surprises held a thrill for him. Surprises, after all, were how he managed to get a house and a well-paying, though stressful, job by 26, though he did need some effort on his part as well. Gabriel himself was of average height, had a slightly skinny build, and had short, brown hair that was hard to keep tidy.
After a long, stressful day, Gabriel opened his front door. He could leave the stress from his financial advising job behind. The day was over, and so were the endless calls, tightly packed appointments, thinly stretched resources, and the bossy clients. And none of it was a surprise—it was all routine.
In fact, the only good client that day was a wavy-haired hippie woman who needed—and got—some advice for insuring her downtown mystical knick-knack shop and meeting other legal financial requirements. Her problems were much more straightforward than that of the confused couple that walked in for their eighth appointment this year and conveniently forgot all of the advice from the last seven.
But all that was gone now. He stepped inside. It was six-thirty in the afternoon, and all he wanted now was a nice bath. He imagined the hot water against his body in the large tub, soothing his muscles. When he was done putting away everything he had carried home with him, he went up the carpeted stairs to his bedroom.
He sat on his bed for a moment, stripping out of his work clothes. He was soon naked; he looked fairly cute without his clothes. The bath was adjacent to his bedroom, and he slowly walked out the bedroom door and into the door to the right.
The large bathroom had gentle white lighting, and the blue tiled floor and white walls gave the room a serene quality. The white bathtub occupied the entire rear of the room; it was almost like a hot-tub in size and shape.
He plugged the drain, turned the hot water on, and it flowed into the tub with a gentle rumbling noise. But when he turned away to sit on his bed for a minute and wait, he noticed a jar on his sink. He picked it up. It was a clear, glass jar with a fine green powder in it.
The white, handwritten label read:
Hello! It's me, Bubble the slime girl! I just want to let you know that someone out there deeply cares about you and wants to help you relax. So, they sent me to help! Just pour me into your bath, and I'll be there to make you happy. I'm soft, warm, and squishy, so you'll be relaxed in no time!
He didn't remember buying this, and the description was suspect. Just who put the jar there? But, he was willing to give it a try. Maybe it would be nice.
The label reminded him of sexy images he saw online; cute, translucent slime girls, always horny...
Gabriel opened the jar. The contents had a faint floral scent. He poured it into the slowly filling tub. Oddly for powdered bath mixtures, not a single grain of powder was left in the jar after he was done pouring it. Part of him thought about how wonderful it would be if the label was right, and the powder was just the slime girl trying to stay in one clump, and...
He tried to put the fantasies out of his head. He wanted to relax, not masturbate. The powder settled in the bottom of the tub, turning the water around it green.
It was going to take a while for the tub to fill. He left the room, and sat on his bed. The curtains were closed. He picked up his phone and did his best to kill time for ten minutes while the bath filled.
Five minutes passed. The air was starting to feel cold. He remembered setting the thermostat a bit low that morning, but figured it would feel nice when he entered and left the bath. Being a bit cold for a while, then dipping yourself into relaxing, hot water... Gabriel liked the thought of that.
The full ten minutes passed. The bath water was probably at the right level now. He began to walk to the bathroom again, and he heard the rumbling flow of water stop on its own. Strange. It wasn't on a timer, and he didn't think anyone else was home.
He was a little anxious to peek through the door, but when he did, he saw a fun surprise.
A very real girl, about his height, nude, and made entirely of translucent, green slime, was sitting on the edge of the tub with her legs crossed. A flowery, relaxing scent filled the room. and it mixed well with the warm, moist air. Large, exposed breasts, wide hips, and a body that looked softer than anything else in the room: Gabriel couldn't help but stare in wonder. She adjusted her legs slightly, and the movements made a quiet, slimy sound. Her hair was just one large, smooth, hair-shaped mat of goo that went down to her shoulders.
She spoke. "I turned off the water flow for you," she said. Her voice was gentle and soothing. "I'm Bubble, by the way. Surprised that the label was right?"
"Yeah," Gabriel said. He had thought about the idea earlier, but it seemed ludicrous at the time. Was this really happening? And what was she going to do to him?
"I'm just here to help you relax," she said, gesturing to the bath. "A warm, relaxing massage in the bath... wouldn't it be nice?" It was a strange fantasy to come true. But, it was a fantasy Gabriel liked. He nodded, and silently walked forward. "I'll just massage away all of that stress for you. I'm quite soft. Want to have a touch?"
Gabriel reached forward. For a moment, he thought about giving her large, exposed breasts a rub, but he decided to give her shoulder a poke instead. She was soft, slick, and squishy. Warm, too. He wondered if her gooiness made her the perfect masseuse.
Bubble spoke again. "What first? A back massage, leg massage..."
"You can pick," he said.
She smiled. "Sit in the middle of the tub, and I'll do the rest."
He climbed over the edge of the tub. The water was hot and relaxing, and when he sat down in the middle, the water was just below the top of his shoulders and there was just enough room to extend his legs. Bubble climbed into the tub as Gabriel wondered what would happen next.
She sat down behind him. "Just relax," she said. She ran her fingers through the water behind him, making gentle water noises, before lifting her hands up to massage his shoulders. Gabriel closed his eyes. Her wet, slippery, gooey hands gently slid across the tops of his shoulders, and Gabriel knew for a fact that this massage would be wonderful. The soft, slick motions against his skin, the warmth of the bath, and the relaxing, floral scent which somehow went well with the damp air: it all soothed him. He let his arms grow loose and limp by his sides, gently hanging below the water, and just barely kept from floating to the surface.
Bubble rubbed the tops of his shoulders, gently gripping and kneading his skin, before moving her hands underwater and down to his upper back. Even underwater, her touch was smooth, slick, and wonderful. He grew more and more comfortable sitting where he was. Circular motions around his shoulder blades, her hands running from left to right and back again across his back, and the occasional soft tapping and patting... it all felt good.
As relaxing as it was, it was also arousing. She was, after all, a cute slime creature, right behind him, massaging his body. He wondered for a moment if she would be embarrassed by his growing erection, but didn't think she would mind.
He snapped back to reality when her hands reached around his arms and massaged his chest. It was more sensitive than his back, and the gentle rubbing was more relaxing and more arousing than before. He loved it. Her hands gently kneaded him, sending little spikes of arousal through him with every gooey rub and stroke.
Her hands went down his chest, briefly rubbing his stomach and sensitive, slightly ticklish sides, before she reached back around and started massaging his lower back. He grew more and more relaxed and happy as she continued. Every spot her hands visited felt relaxed and wonderful. After her hands rubbed the tension out of his lower back, she made vertical strokes on his back, rubbing to his shoulder blades, and down again. She kept up a slow rhythm; up and down, up and down, up and down... Gabriel got lost in the warm, relaxing bliss.
After another upward stroke, she slowly moved her hands to the tops of his shoulders again, then down to his arms. She gently gripped his already relaxed arms, and slowly ran her hands down them, gently squeezing and kneading them as she went. First his biceps, then down past his elbows, and to his wrists. When his arms were entirely relaxed and limp, she let go of his arms, and they gently floated up to the surface of the tub.
"Want me to massage your legs?" Bubble asked.
