Slami's Lewd Transformation
"Forget about training—do whatever you want." What was the difference between the obedient Brina and Slami? It was the difference in their sensations.
"Slami, stop! Absorb that aphrodisiac back too."
-Gloop~...
Slami reluctantly reabsorbed the aphrodisiac. I first detached her from my cock, then focused my Unique Authority to observe everything that made up Slami. Her mood, emotions, desires, functions as an onahole, and so on.
Among it all, I couldn't find any concept of pleasure. The ego embedded in an onahole compelled voluntary service to its master through a body that perceived all stimuli as pleasure. But Slami was originally a slime. Aside from basic instincts like predation and growth urges, she had nothing—no senses beyond pain for survival and taste for feeding. Even those were negligible compared to Brina's. Her intelligence was so lacking it felt unfair to compare, so she probably didn't even understand the idea of service.
She'd gained pleasure-sensing organs upon becoming an onahole, but her core ego had no knowledge of pleasure at all. So even when pleasure signals hit, her mind couldn't properly process them.
That's why she was so indifferent to stimulation compared to Brina?
Thinking about it, Slami's slime species had no concept of sex. She probably didn't even know what this act was. A race without pussies or cocks wouldn't know masturbation or fucking. To her, making a hole and rubbing into it must've just been baffling human behavior.
One positive note: the more I used Slami—meaning, the more pleasure-like stimulation I gave her—the smaller the gap between her physical sensations and mental perception became. The sensory cells were already there; I just needed to repeat the process until her mind adapted and accepted the new input properly. In short, heavy use would solve it over time.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the info I'd hoped for—no instant "pleasure boot camp" like with Brina.
Guess there's no helping it... Huh? What's this...?
As I resigned myself to just using her as-is and tried to end the observation, I spotted something intriguing among Slami's unawakened functions.
"Slami, do you remember anyone besides me?"
-Gloop??
Slami, fidgeting to reattach to my cock, tilted her tentacles questioningly at my words. Another person? She rummaged through her memories, then sent me an image as if she'd remembered.
-Gloop~ Gloop!
The image from Slami's intent made me pause.
"Huh...? Oh, right. If it's someone you saw, it'd only be her. Hmm, can you transform into that form? No—transform into that form."
-Gloop? Gloooop...?!
By the command of Onahole Absolute Dominion, Slami's function—not even visible in her status window yet—was forcibly activated. Her near-spherical body shifted into a human shape.
But since it was so underdeveloped, it was just a crude silhouette. Arms formed, but fingers were replaced by tentacles. Legs didn't manifest at all; from her hips down, it was just a lump. Her hair was one solid mass, and facial features were barely recognizable outlines. Overall, it looked like a half-smashed figurine, lower body mangled.
-Gloop?
Even so, Slami seemed fascinated by her new form, clumsily moving her arms and head to get used to it.
"It's rough, but... kinda like Jeong-hwa?"
The only person Slami had seen besides me was An Jeong-hwa. She'd never encountered anyone else—just me and Jeong-hwa coming to catch the big slime. Or maybe she couldn't remember others.
I'd just suggested human form casually, but seeing this sloppy Jeong-hwa mimic made my conscience itch a bit. Whatever— I'd jerked off fantasizing about Jeon So-young before. Jeong-hwa wasn't off-limits. It wasn't the real person; just an onahole.
"No tits, as expected."
But her flat chest killed the feminine appeal. Better than a blob, sure, but tits were still missing. Just in case, I grabbed a breast-shaped onahole from the corner and showed it to her.
"See this? Make something like this part here."
-Gloop? Gloooop...?
"Hey! Don't eat it—copy it!"
Spotting the breast onahole I'd ordered when awakening my power, Slami's tentacle fingers wrapped around it and yanked it into her body.
-Gloooop? Gloop!
Then, as if she'd figured it out, she spat it back out and shuddered violently, straining.
Boiiiing—
-Gloop!!
"Whoa?"
Her flat chest quivered, then massive tits identical to the onahole bulged out. Matching its size perfectly used up half her volume, creating absurdly disproportionate giant breasts. The imbalance was perfect—bigger was always better.
"You ate it to analyze the shape, huh? Good girl."
I patted her head in praise, reflecting on my past self who'd yelled at her for eating things without understanding her genius.
-Gloop! Gloop!
She proudly jiggled her huge tits forward, beaming. Being near-spherical originally, the slime tits were exquisitely detailed—matching areolae, nipples, even the bumpy texture. Visually, Slami had gone from decent to straight-up fuckable.
"The face is subtly Jeong-hwa-ish, which is weird... but whatever, it's not her, just an onahole—and unlike the real one, these tits are massive."
No one would call those tits "Jeong-hwa-like." With her looks upgraded, time to test her again. But groping around her hips, I couldn't find her pussy hole.
"Huh? Where'd your hole go, Slami?"
-Gloop? Gloop!
She understood me perfectly despite not speaking, but instead of showing her pussy, she thrust her massive tits forward again.
"No, the tits are great, but where's the hole...? Wait... no way?"
Thinking back, her reference was a breast onahole. A breast-shaped onahole—with a hole to fuck.
"No way, right?"
Doubting, I slid a finger into one of her thumb-thick nipples on those huge tits.
Schlup—
-Gloooorp~
Bingo. My finger sank softly into her nipple, swarmed by countless waiting tentacle nubs teasing it. Her crude face "smiled," tentacles widening the nipple entrance.
Schlurrp—
Inside Slami's tit was a lewd tentacle cave: hundreds of hair-thin tentacles wriggling, dripping fizzy lube. A tit-pussy.
-Gloop~
Her intent practically begged put it in already. No hesitation—I shoved my cock into her tit-pussy. Nipplefuck, no less. Packed with fizzy lube and tentacles—who could resist?!
"Grrk?!"
The thick-but-small nipple gaped wide, swallowing my whole cock. Denser tentacles tangled wildly around it. Confirming it fully inside, Slami's finger tentacles wrapped the base tight.
-Gloooorp~
Her intent: Can't escape now. The tentacles squeezed, sealing me in. Her special measure to keep my cock from fleeing her tit-pussy. The bumpy nipple constriction mimicked a pussy entrance perfectly—exactly as intended, I had zero desire to pull out.
"Fine, do whatever you want."
Forget training. Until Slami grasped pleasure, I'd be her cum donor. I let go completely, letting her milk me. Onahole pleasure was pleasure—might as well enjoy the auto-onahole.
Squelch squelch schlurrrp— schlup— schluuurp—
With permission, Slami grabbed her tits with clumsy hands and jiggled them like a full-auto onahole. The tentacle-packed walls contracted and relaxed, grinding my cock mercilessly.
Through her translucent tit, I watched clearly: her tit-pussy walls writhing on their own, my cock ravaged by countless tiny tentacles.