No More Anal or Belly Bulge – Please, Just Stop Already...
I clenched my butt muscles with all my might to block the slime slithering into my ass with that squelching sound, but if there was even the tiniest gap, it wormed its way in no matter what. It was so agonizing that my hands, bound behind my back, clenched and unclenched at empty air over and over. The worst part was that since I'd already been through this once, there was no pain. My obscenely lewd body was so aroused that it interpreted even this as some kind of stimulation—or maybe because my clit and every inch of my skin were being caressed, it was turning the filling sensation in my gut into pleasure too. No, I don't want this. I don't want to feel good from something like this... I tried desperately to squeeze my sphincter shut, but the slime didn't just squish around passively; even when I tensed my ass, my rear hole refused to close.
Even with my arms bound, I wriggled my fingers frantically, thinking maybe I could reach down and seal my ass somehow, but all it did was make my wrists, arms, and shoulders ache from the ropes crushing them. My fingers couldn't even brush my slender waist, let alone touch my butt. And because of the glowing mucus filling my insides, my once-flat belly started to bulge out bit by bit. I gaped my mouth in terror, screaming silently, but only slime poured out from my lungs—no air, so my cries couldn't echo inside the slime prison.
I was definitely screaming in agony and fear, but my already heated body grew even more sensitive and feverish. I could feel the slime shifting inside me so vividly, brushing and pressing against my flesh with different tensions in each spot. Lungs are mucous membranes, but so are the walls of my intestines. And with all those villi designed to absorb nutrients efficiently, once the slime's mucus seeped directly into them... Of course the aphrodisiac components would absorb faster than into my lungs or esophagus. That's why suppositories exist, after all. I just never expected the effects to hit so immediately.
"...!" All my struggles were pointless. The mucus had seeped into my skin and organs, heating me from the inside out, and now the slime was pressing between my legs too, as if intent on burrowing into my pussy as well. Fortunately, the mucus trying to invade my crotch seemed to vanish before it could touch there—no sensation reached me at all. Whether it was thanks to the new Holy Relic Iris had installed or the original one, I couldn't tell. The slime seemed to notice too, because the pressure there eased, only for a shock to hit my belly again instead.
"Bugrrrk!" The impact felt like a punch to my gut, bending my waist forward. It shook my organs without touching bone, forcing out the glowing slime crammed inside. I'd been holding back the urge to defecate—the first I'd felt in ages—but the pressure and pain relaxed my sphincter, and I expelled slime from both ends, limbs trembling wildly. In this most humiliating human predicament, sobs burst out, but tears were immediately mixed into the slime flowing down my cheeks. If there was a mirror, I'd probably just see red-rimmed eyes, my tear-soaked face indistinguishable under the mucus coating.
Thinking of that sent chills through me with how horrific and disgusting it was, so I chanted Purify again. I'd just expelled the slime that had entered from behind—if what had filled my belly came out, it must have mixed with the slime trapping me. Even if the Holy Relic handled my bowel needs, who knew what state my intestines were in? It was basically like waste after a slime enema. The thought of that touching my skin made me cast Purify. Despite being steeped in aphrodisiac, the sudden clarity let it activate properly.
But regardless, the slime shoved its expelled parts back into my anus and mouth. It just thumped against the mound of my pussy—off-limits to it—amplifying the Holy Relic's vibrations on my clit. Already soaked in aphrodisiac, I curled my toes and climaxed. My mind went blank white; I couldn't muster the strength to block the slime entering and exiting my ass anymore. Something slick burrowed endlessly into my gut, only gushing out whenever shock and pressure hit my belly. Even then, my clit kept vibrating, my whole body massaged, so even that agony twisted into pleasure, contorting my face in a mix of torment and ecstasy. I couldn't imagine what expression I was making. I didn't want to be rescued looking like this. Better if my party arrived after the slime was done playing with me.
Who'd want to see my belly bloating and deflating repeatedly, puking from punches? Logically, I knew I had to struggle and escape somehow. At average running speed, I could outpace a slime. If I could just shake it off before my stamina bottomed out from constant orgasms... But could I really escape this massive slime that had room to spare around me? Then it hit me—this slime was intelligent enough to hang from the ceiling and ambush the backline, and considering other slimes were waist-high... this one's diameter was at least 1.5 times human height. Basically a boss specimen.
Its goal wasn't just playing with me. If it wanted to digest me, it'd have killed me already; if breeding, it'd have stopped wasting energy once it realized my pussy was off-limits. What the hell did this glowing slime want? As I climaxed again, my back arching like a bow, I gripped my fading mind and pondered. This orgasm made me realize my stamina was nearly gone. I couldn't even thrash properly anymore. Was the slime waiting for me to collapse? Was this its desired outcome?
From morning, I'd been edged for hours without climax, weakening my nerves—then forced through orgasms that seemed to recover them a bit, but the body teetering on the brink had worn out faster. I didn't know. I just wished the slime would leave me alone. Even the pleasure was torture now, but with aphrodisiac coursing through my veins, I accepted endless climaxes with a slack expression. My head throbbed like it might split, but whether eyes open or closed, everything was white. Was it the slime glowing, or my orgasms? I couldn't even tell if my eyes were open.
Escape by my own power failed. Powerless, I came and passed out repeatedly, turning into aphrodisiac-pickled Ivy. Thoughts faded; climaxes felt natural. Non-orgasm moments brought anxiety, while peaks brought satisfaction and brief reason. How long was I like that? Suddenly, the slime stopped granting me orgasms. The only stimulation in my mucus prison was the pitiful vibration of Iris's gift on my clit. I blankly opened my eyes, wondering why it stopped tormenting me, scanning around—then a wave swept through the slime. Faint silhouettes of people appeared outside the glowing slime.
Ah, the three of them came to save me. Joy surged, then snapped away as I realized my state: naked except for stockings, stuffed full of mucus top and bottom. Rescued like this, I'd probably squirt light orbs the second I was out. I shook my head weakly toward the silhouettes. Was combat ongoing? The slime's interior wasn't as soft and squishy anymore; it felt stiff, like moving in dry dough. Transparency unchanged, but rigidity shifted somehow. Each clash of Laila's fire magic made the slime tremble. Was it scared? The vibrations made me anxious too.
Minha's blade sliced deep into the slime toward its core, a bit away from me—slowly widening the gash with each deepening strike. But if the trajectory might graze me, she pulled back, raising her shield for the next chance. The slime noticed. It knew she targeted the core and didn't want to hurt me. It lowered the core in front of my breasts. Minha flushed, pointing her sword and yelling something inaudible inside the slime. But... with the core so close, they hesitated to attack fully. Blunt strikes barely fazed slime anyway; Hamill's bounced off, and Minha's blade approached then retreated shallowly.
Laila's flames chipped away slowly, but this slime was three times normal size—how long to burn it down? I stared blankly at the core before my tits, thinking. Movement was stiff, but my body wasn't fully rigid. Aphrodisiac-laden slime still inside, and Iris's new Holy Relic vibrating nonstop kept me on the orgasm edge—but after holding back long then blowing repeatedly short-term, I could still judge coldly. The slime moved to attack Minha, rocking its interior like waves under choppy seas—I rode that flow, lunging my mouth toward the core.
No leverage to escape with legs, but biting the core right in front? Possible. But it was bigger than expected—plum-sized visually, but even max-gaping my mouth, it just bumped and repelled me. The slime caught on to my failed plan and pulled the core away. Furious, it slammed my belly repeatedly. "Uuugh, bugrrr..." The shocks expelled lingering mucus from my guts and lungs simultaneously. Pleasure from defecation shuddered me briefly, then despair and shame welled at the thought of party members watching—tears pooling, though absorbed instantly, leaving just a sobbing face and red eyes.
Seeing me punched repeatedly, Minha yelled and slashed. The slime's decision to move the core after my bite attempt was a fortunate miscalculation; she wounded it safely, halting the slime. Its stiff dough-like interior suddenly lost viscosity, and I—adrift inside, belly-punched—sank to the floor. Hamill and Minha pulled me from the immobilized slime. Mucus coating me stretched like honey from a bear's paw before snapping. Laid on the ground, I received their worried attention.
"Lady Ivy, are you okay? Oh god, look at her convulsing. What do we do? At least a Heal..."
"Eve, you're not dead, right? Wake up, please..."
Did the dead slime cut off oxygen? Lung-full mucus grew agonizing. I strained to spit it out, but strengthless, I couldn't. "May I tend to the Saintess for a moment? She might suffocate on the slime mucus."
"I know mouth-to-mouth!"
"Mouth-to-mouth...? I don't know what that is, but there's a proven method—wait."
Hamill sat me up, hugging from behind. His firm chest and thick arms enveloped me, bringing warmth and security. He gripped hands at my solar plexus and hoisted me up. Weightless, my body dangled from him. "Keurk, uuueeek!" His fist swept up hard from my solar plexus, my weight forcing slime mucus from my mouth. Thrashing in pain, he didn't let go—shaking me until every drop was out, like refusing to release until lungs cleared.
"Keurgh, s-save..." But the glowing white mucus wasn't just from my mouth. Shaken with solar plexus compressed, belly pressure built too, expelling remnants from below—like when the slime punched me. "St-stop... hrrk, kyaaaang!" Gushing glowing slime from nose and mouth, and below, Laila and Minha stared in shock.
"Kkhk, geheureuh, d-don't look, please... stop..." Hands bound was maybe a mercy—no agonizing over covering face, pussy, or tits. Once I stopped puking slime and croaked words in my raspy voice, Hamill gently lowered me. Legs too weak to stand, I slumped, head hanging.
"Whoa... so the Holy Relic is a clit tormentor. Can I borrow it sometime?"
At least Minha fixated on the relic, not my state. Hamill replied gravely. "If you apply for trial purposes, the temple will craft a new one."
"Oh..." Her offbeat reaction drew a hollow laugh from me. Was I dying in agony while she only saw the clit torture device? Still, better she fixated there than elsewhere. The slime mucus from my ass...
"But why's this slime white? Like semen. It burrowed into your anus too—breeding intent, body made of cum? Or another purpose?"
"...Huhu, hhk, hk..." Her brutal words turned my laugh to sobs. Not teasing, but this damn woman... No, just die. No confidence to live after this humiliation. I tilted my head back slightly, then slammed it toward the floor. Predictably, Hamill and Laila blocked me. Kindly, Hamill explained to Minha. "Not semen. Ordinary slime mucus. Slime cores mutate attributes from specific mana exposure. Considering the glow, likely the Saintess attempted Purify. It lusted after her holy body, becoming holy-attribute slime."
"Heard that, Ivy? Not cum, so just think enema—no need to be so embarrassed."
"Stop, please..." Eaten by trash mob, ass violated, then shitting in front of party—unbearable shame, tears endless.
"Ah, sorry. Must've been hell. Right, got your panties and priestess robes. Didn't remove stockings though. Slimes have tastes too, huh."
Filterless disaster mouth, but no malice. Laila took my clothes from her. Couldn't wipe off the semen-like mucus, but better than naked. "I'll dress you."
Her tail patted my back sympathetically. More touching than weird party members or relic, I sobbed accepting Laila's help. "You're ruining your pretty face. Sniff. Eve, breathing okay?"
"Hic, yes..."
"No injuries? Lucky not digested—some slimes are venomous."
"Well, venomous... it is venomous."
As Laila comforted me into underwear and robes, Hamill wiped glowing mucus from his arms where it'd stuck. "I Purified... still venomous?"
"Precisely, aphrodisiac type. A poison Purify doesn't touch. Impressively potent—you maintained sanity, Saintess."
Aphrodisiac seemed dulled to just sensitivity after constant edging. At his words, Laila stroked my shoulder lightly; I gasped, shuddering. "Laila..."
"Ah, sorry. Didn't expect you'd like it that much."
"Oh..."
Watching us, Minha sheathed sword and shield, removed gauntlets to scoop slime mucus. Absurd, I glared, then sighed, leaning into Laila with closed eyes. "You worked hard. It's over—rest. I'll carry you back, Eve."
"Hnnngh."
But Iris's unrelenting Holy Relic prevented sleep. Boss down—dungeon cleared? Asking Hamill yielded absurdity. "Dungeon cleared, but Iris will handle that."
"Uuu, Brother Hamill's an inquisitor too... can't you remove it?"
"Men and women have boundaries—how could I touch the Saintess's sacred parts?"
"You've ogled my naked body fine!"
"No."
Frustratingly principled, Hamill ignored me. Meanwhile, Minha's mucus farming continued.