A story of a goo girl that falls in love with a female human. Told from the perspective of the goo girl herself; that's original, right? Enjoy!
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I wish I could remember what it was like to be of solid flesh.
Perhaps it's because of the drastic change to my body over the years. Living as a form that can change its shape at will is a different lifestyle, a whole new way to view the world. It wouldn't be hard to see why my memories of the past faded as that life ceases to make sense to me.
So my earliest memories were from the glass jug. That's where the witch kept me after her curse was complete. As my solid form fell to pieces and my clothes fell around me, I was reduced to a pool of blue goo.
I didn't know how to control anything then. Even seeing the world around me was confusing. As a creature of flesh, my only options to view the world were through two eye sockets. Now, it was up to me to create how I perceived reality.
But it was too much at the time. The witch knew this, the slush of my remaining form jiggling on the ground. I was translucent now. You could see through me, although a bit blurry, and my form was like a slimey blue gelatin.
Without any ability to move or take a form, she scooped me up with ease and poured me into the jug. She would keep me here as a trophy of her triumph in succeeding with this curse. I was the unfortunate soul that had the pleasure of experiencing its effects for the first time.
The jar was large, which it had to be since there was a lot of me, and gave me room to move and adjust. As the days went on, I had to learn to create a form, less my gooey body remain here forever.
It was hard at first. When you were born as a human, you knew how to breathe and blink by instinct, without thinking. I had to teach myself how to maintain a form in this manner, so I wouldn't need to actively think to do it. And I struggled.
The first success was creating a hand. That must have looked odd, a blue hand of goo reaching out of a jar of gelatin. It pushed at the lid of the large container and found how to unscrew the cap.
I couldn't escape yet; I would likely be killed off in a day without knowing how to control this form. But I learned the witch's schedule and when she would be out for the day, collecting whatever nasty bugs and creatures she needed for her potions. When she left, I would leave the confinement of the jar and work on creating a body. Within a few weeks, I was able to keep and maintain a human form with little effort.
What to model the form after was a difficult question. What did I want to be? I found some of the witch's books from human civilization and found pictures of different people. The women appealed to me more, so my body reflected them. Short, curvy, and strands of goo at the top that could pass as hair. Aside from the fact that I was blue and transparent, I could turn into quite the catch at will.
Subjecting myself to the witch's daily musings was terrible. I was afraid what she might do if I was to rebel, so I let her do as she pleased. She would take me out and play with me like I was Play-Doh (where do I remember that word from?), or wipe me over her dirty skin like I was a wash cloth. She knew I could still sense and feel the world, doing all of this on purpose to torture me.
Eventually, I broke. I couldn't take it. The next time she I sensed her absense, I left her house for the first time in my new form.
The woods were dark and mysterious. Did my previous body know the way around these old trees? Nothing came to me, and I learned to survive.
Eating food was strange. I had no idea what vitamins and proteins a body like this needed, so I ate what I could. I would put something, in example an apple, into my body and it would slowly disintegrate. What my body couldn't use for nutrition it would dispel in a trail behind me as clear slime.
I found a human town and shifted to my slime form to slide through the shadows. I could easily pass for a puddle if someone grew suspicious. And with these disguises, I proved to be an excellent thief. Was there money to be made in this? I chose to be more honorable and only took what I needed to survive.
One day I slipped through a library's air conditioning unit and emerged in an educational book section. I grabbed everything possible on human anatomy and taught myself what I could do to act more human. In a few days, I created vocal chords and was capable of speech.
I finally introduced myself after a few weeks sliding through the town. He was an innocent looking man (at the time) hiding away in a back alley. He was scared at first, especially confused on why I was 'naked' (my human form didn't have fake clothes to create), but found me fascinating as the conversation went on.
"How could I make money?" I asked. "I don't like stealing from people and want to change that."
"Ah, wanna earn some cash nice and quick?" he rubbed his beard. "Well, 'pends on what you're willing to do. A lot of men would pay a pretty coin to fuck something like you."
I cocked my head to the side. "They would pay... to have sex with me?" The idea didn't bother me as much as it confused me. But I didn't debate. I asked if he could help me find customers and he was more than happy to become my 'pimp'. What strange language civilization has.
Our first clients laughed off the idea of a 'goo girl'. Sure, they accepted magical creatures exist; apparently the world was becoming more aware of creatures like centaurs and fairies. But the concept of a woman that could shift her form at will seemed so odd and foreign.
When we found willing participants, I wasn't sure what to do first. I would usually assume a missionary position and let them press inside me. My goo would envelope them, and I could use my full control of my form to press against their cocks from all angles.
They loved it. Their eyes would look down in amazement, laughing at how they could see their cock through my transparent goo. I could cause ripples in my body to rub along their cock and make them finish within seconds, and their fascination didn't end when they pulled out, their shaft covered in slime.
We built a customer base and the return customers got creative. A woman comprised of goo could be penetrated anywhere, so they would start thrusting themselves in my breasts, stomach, head, etc. It didn't really effect me at all. My form could be bent in anyway a person desired and I would feel no pain. I could even be separated a little bit, and as long as my pieces were close by, I could easily reassemble.
Shifting my shape to accommodate their interests was a favorite. Some would make me reallocate more of my goo into my breasts, sometimes to ridiculous proportions. Some would make me transform into the woman of their dreams, albeit I was probably a bit more blue than the real thing. One man would cum inside me, making me move the white seed through my liquid body and watch with fascination as it dissolved.
And others enjoyed fucking me just when I was a pile of slime; I could not begin to understand these fetishes, but I didn't see an issue with obliging the requests.
I grew wealthy, but that's where the issues began. A monster girl had no place in human society. I had no rights to them, no way to buy a house or car. So I lived with the 'pimp', who could now afford a house that was easily the size of a castle.
But I started to detect the treachery. A client one day complained about how expensive I was these days. It confused me; I was earning as much money per session as I was when we started.
It dawned on me that the 'pimp' I had made rich was taking full advantage of the situation. Another human betrayed me. Should I be surprised?
So I ran away, just as before. Into the depths of the woods, so far away from human settlements that I could no longer see the lights or the chimneys, or the farm fields, or their evil laughter.
Alone in the wilds, like the beast I was.
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I met the woman a few weeks after my escape.
The trees were thick in these parts, the forest older than the witch who enslaved me so long ago. I made do with what fruit and vegetables I could find, nutritious enough to keep me going. Poisonous food didn't threaten me; my body seemed to just ignore it and push it out in my waste slime.
The day I met her was a beautiful one. Warm, few clouds in the sky, and a light breeze lifting the leaves of the shrubbery.
