Nice n' Slimy (Slime Girl, FutaxFuta, FutaxFemale, TF, Breast Expansion, Growth)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Hey everyone. I've got another new story for y'all to enjoy. The idea was supplied by the ever gracious FinalMan, who has helped greatly with the writing process. Hope everyone enjoys and don't forget to leave some feedback, it always helps with motivation.

891150 A lovely sketch by SketchySketch and a preview into how big Heather will eventually become.

Heather grumbled as she trudged along with her class. It was a senior outing to a local lab, one that Heather's mother, Yume Alistair, actually owned and used frequently, she was even the one leading the tour. Heather rarely spoke or even saw her mother, who spent most of her days in the lab, even when home, Yume rarely left her study. It hadn't always been like that, however after the death of Heather's father, a young, upcoming American actor, their relationship had changed for the worse. At first it seemed that they were uncertain how to comfort the other, but even now, three years since his death, they barely said good morning to each other, let alone sat in the same room for any period of time. Hence, it came as a surprise to Heather when her mother offered a free tour of the lab.

For a short time, she had thought it was Yume's attempt to recover their family ties, however it was like always. Heather stayed in the back while she heard her mother giving 'interesting' facts about the various departments of the lab, all the while making a visible effort not to look at her daughter. As they went along, Heather felt the undeniable urge to pee, the feeling coming completely from left field, forcing her to push her legs together in an attempt to keep it in. She was about to raise her hand to request where the nearest bathroom, but stopped as she caught of them. Heather slipped away silently and relieved herself, releasing a small sigh of relief.

As she went about her business, she suddenly felt a shiver run up her spine. It was the same feeling one got when they thought someone was looking at them intently, unwavering, as if they were trying to recognise or memorise you. Heather looked about on a whim, but saw nothing except the amazingly spotless floor of the restroom, something that a sterile environment like a lab would need to avoid the spread of bacteria. Heather almost thought about not flushing or washing her hands to break the obvious rule, however she decided against it, not wanting to cause problems or walk around with unclean hands. Still, she wanted a way to get her mother's attention, besides the occasional word or nod.

Heather wasn't starved for attention. She was popular enough at her school, with her fair share of friends on the swim team, though there were only a few members in the first place. Her body was honed from the sport, her arms and legs particularly long and toned, fitting her lithe six feet body. On her chest sat large C cups, bordering on D cups. It was rare that someone continued to grow by the time they turn eighteen, however Heather was certain her bust still had a ways to go. Her hips, despite her thin waist, had little flare to them, giving her a more top heavy appearance. Her stomach was decorated in the beginnings of a six pack, while her rear was shapely and pert. Even before deciding on the swim team, Heather had been going between clubs at her school for the entirety of her freshmen and most of her sophomore year, her longest runs being with the track and basketball teams. Needless to say she was an athletic young woman.

Despite the mild muscles on her body, Heather made certain her appearance was distinctly feminine. She wore skirts that showed off her long, lightly toned legs. Her tops could go from loose tank tops to a range of blouses, each of which helped highlight her modest bust. She wore her make up smartly, applying a thin layer of concealer to her face in order to hide the more outstanding blemishes, using a luscious red lipstick on her above average lips, and had naturally long, thick eye lashes. Heather refrained from eye shadow or liner, rarely even using mascara, given her preferred sport it would get washed away. Her hair was an oily black like her mother's, a stereotypical Japanese trait, but one she enjoyed about herself when done right. Heather's behaved very well, falling into a natural style at its current shoulder length.

With her bladder relieved, Heather left the room. She would have guessed her class would've noticed her missing, given the fact that she stood over most of them by a few inches, however that wasn't the case. She looked left and right, seeing none of them around, not even any of the staff.

“Hello? Um, anyone?” She called out, thinking someone would have to be nearby in such a facility as this, but no one responded, “Oh, shit.” She groaned and made her way in the direction her class had been heading in, even so they must have moved farther ahead than Heather would've though

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