The wooden decking of the lake strained as Bray first stepped down onto it. The sunset over the hills was slipping away, leaving behind an evening sky painted in a mesmerizing orange hue. The lake was vast and eerily quiet, stretching out to the slopes and grass in the distance. Not a single other person was here, the silence enveloped him, chilling his skin as he walked, Bray hugged his coat tighter against the chilly night air.
The old lady in her cottage not too far away said she thought she saw someone in trouble on the water not too long ago. She told Bray about how she didn't trust the lake and throughout her life never had. However, as a strong young man, like himself it made sense for him to check out the lake, if he fell in, he could always pull himself back up the decking which was a luxury she did not possess anymore.
Whoever was in trouble out here was gone long ago however, but Bray couldn't shake the feeling that something was indeed off about the lake. Maybe it was the lighting, but the further down the decking Bray travelled, the more of a soft blue tinge there appeared to be. Brushing off those thoughts, the decking had another 50 feet in length out into the water, he could see the most clearly from there if anyone still needed help.
The decking was no longer creaking or making any sound at all, it was hard for Bray to even hear his own footsteps now, all he could hear was his own breathing. It was like the further he walked on, the sturdier the wood was, could it be that the front was newer? That would make the most sense if they built this out from the lakes edges. The air was very still now, not a single leaf stirred in any of the surrounding trees. It was like mother nature itself was holding her breath.
Something was very wrong, Bray stopped moving and stood still, his thoughts raced. His eyes scanning all around. He looked back down the length of the decking, he couldn't even see the old lady's cottage anymore, he was all alone out here.
The blue tinge to the water seemed to increase, or was he overthinking? Was it his imagination? His breathing was heavy, icy puffs left his mouth. Was he overthinking? Had the old ladies story and the natural eeriness of the lake got him spooked? Or had he seen that tinge before...
Bray began to walk back down the decking, hyper-aware of how exposed he was standing out there, relief in each step taking him closer to land. Maybe it was the reflection of the orange sky now back on the waters, but as he walked that way, the lake seemed to thicken. The water seemed denser. Quicker Bray walked now, much quicker.
As Bray approached the shore his heart thumped against his ribcage like a mallet. A blink. A second blink. Where was the rest of the decking? A gap of several metres cut the decking short of the land, in its place the blue tinge water covered. Was the lake having a flood? Or was the decking sinking? The water slowly rolled towards Bray as he took steps back. Shit, he was going to have to swim to shore in the freezing lake, exposing him even more. What if there was something in the water? Best not to think about it. The water seemed even thicker as it oozed towards Bray, his head spinning. Why was it moving? It swept to his shoe and the water didn't give it back so easily. Bray heaved as he lifted his foot, only to find it ensnared by thick ropes of blue gunk connecting him to the water.
Bray instantly recognised the colour. That blue tinge, it wasn't light from the sunset on the water, it was slime. He fought a little ball of slime when he was younger that could fit twice in his palm. They weren't rare to find outside of his little village, and the village watch had given them extensive lessons and training on how to run away and fight slimes if necessary, and they were always that blue colour. Bray remembered rule number one in his village training was the size of a slime. If the slime was taller and thicker than your knee then you should run, there was no chance you could beat it by yourself.
As if the lake itself was aware Bray was finally piecing things together, all across the lake its surface thickened at once, solidifying into a gelatinous mass, exposing its true-blue colour.
Bray's eyes widened.
No way...
The slime continued to ooze and bubble closer to Bray, swallowing up the decking. But Bray was already running, his feet pounding across the decking towards the lakes center. There was no thought in Bray's head apart from a roaring panic as a yell tore out of his mouth, echoing off all corners of the lake. The decking quickly got swallowed up behind his feet until all that was left as Bray slowed to a halt was a little circular platform.
He was completely trapped. A pillar of slime rose in front and began to morph features of an attractive goddess. Over 6 feet tall, shoulder length hair, an unnaturally huge jiggly chest, slim waist and giant curvy hips with a dump truck bubble butt leading down to the softest jiggliest thighs ever crafted by god and smooth legs.
Her face was cute and pretty, the face everyone would have a crush on, her eyes sparkled.
"Hello boy." Her sultry voice waved at him. "What are you doing out here on the lake?"
"I..I..." Bray began. "I thought someone was drowning in the lake."
She giggled. "Wanted to play the little hero huh? I'm sorry sweetie but the only people drowning in this lake are drowning in pleasure. Care to join them?" She asked. The slime rose around his shoes.
"A-Actually please let me go!" Bray strongly pleaded with eyes as wide as dinner plates.
The slime oozed into his shoes and began to dissolve them, leaving his bare feet behind, it was incredibly warm and pleasant to the touch, and provided blissful refuge against the cold bite in the air. The slime swirled around his feet and expertly massaged everything from his ankles to the tips of his toes. Sucking and swirling and squeezing and rolling, Bray's feet had never felt so good and warm. He had to hold back a moan at the best foot massage on the planet.
"Aw, are you a prude? You sure you don't want me to break down those walls and make you cry out in pleasure?"
"No. no no no thank you!" Bray said too quickly. It all came out as one word.
"Mhmm I don't fully believe you. I bet you came here be swallowed up by me. Right?" Her eyes treasured all over him as a small smile crept across her face
Bray's cheeks flushed a deep beetroot colour as her mischievous eyes met his and he looked away to the floor, feeling his face burning. "No! Please, I don't know how many times I have to tell you. I just wanted to help."
The slime around his feet expanded and rose up to around his thighs. Bray yelled out again before realising the slime was just playing with him more. Massaging the taut muscles in his legs loose and oh so warm. Like the loving massage from a soul mate as most of his trousers dissolved away.
"Ahhh... I didn--uhnhhgn!" Bray reiterated, but had to bite his lip not to moan.
"So how about it boy? Do you want to do it?" She asked. The slime massaging his feet and legs now softly gripped his lower half in place as she talked to him.
"Ahh... D-do what?" Bray said.
"Do you want to make the leap?"
Bray looked up at her sparkling happy eyes, confused.
"What leap?"
"The leap."
At this point a gaping maw opened up between them. Wide enough for Bray to fall down and not even touch the sides. Bray couldn't see the bottom, but it didn't get darker as he looked down. Its blue tinge carried gentle light down until the path of the hole naturally curved out of sight. Horrified. How deep was this slime? It must have been hundreds of metres. The maw opened and closed as if hoping to entice him, slick juices globbing out every time the maw puckered up. A shudder went down his spine. What would it be like to fall in there. The slime girl drank in Bray's every little reaction, getting something of sexual gratification out of it.
"The leap, between being human and becoming my food source."
