Slime Giant

Mirio was organizing his alchemy shelf—carefully labeling every bottle, flask, and enchanted herb with fresh tags—when he realized something horrifying.

"Wait… where's the fertilizer jar?"

He turned around slowly.

The lab was quiet.

Too quiet.

Then he heard it. A thick, wet gulp echoing from behind the kitchen door.

"Lily…?"

The moment he stepped into the room, the air grew dense. Moisture clung to the walls like fog. The floor was slick, the walls glistening. A faint, rhythmic gurgling came from the center of the room, and in the middle of it all—kneeling with her back to him—was Lily.

She had just downed the entire contents of the glowing green jar labeled: "High-Growth Experimental Fertilizer — DO NOT INGEST."

She turned slowly to face him.

Already, her body was swelling.

"Oh no."

Her eyes widened with giddy innocence as her form bloated—smooth curves inflating as if a balloon had been pumped inside her. Her hips doubled in width. Her breasts swelled, becoming massive, round, and heavy, sloshing with glowing water under her transparent surface. Her green hair tentacles fanned out around her head like jellyfish tendrils.

Her entire body began to rise.

She didn't stop growing.

"Lily—LILY, STOP ABSORBING!" Mirio yelled, slipping on the slick tile as her foot—no, her entire lower half—spread across the room.

Her smile widened.

Her head bumped the ceiling.

Then she rose through it—stretching upward, her jelly-like form pressing against the roof before slipping right through the wooden slats like water.

Mirio scrambled out the back door in time to see his slime wife emerge through the roof like a squishy goddess, towering three stories tall, her breasts swaying with every breath, each one larger than his entire upper body. Her skin shimmered with a green-blue glow, and bubbles of pure filtered water floated lazily from her shoulders.

"...You're huge," he breathed.

She beamed down at him.

Then, with an impossibly slow, gentle motion, she lowered one hand—massive, smooth, and made of warm, translucent gel—toward the ground. Her fingers scooped him up like a toy, cradling him in her palm, and lifted him effortlessly into the sky.

He sat in her hand, dripping slightly from her moisture, staring up at her colossal face.

"Hi," he said, breathless.

She didn't answer.

Instead, she brought him close—and pressed him softly into her giant breast.

The sensation was like falling into a living beanbag chair—one that molded perfectly around his body, cool and silky, her nipple the size of his head gently poking his cheek. Her heartbeat pulsed around him, echoed faintly through her mass.

His arms were pinned.

He could barely breathe.

And he'd never felt safer in his life.

Her tentacle hair curled up behind him like a protective canopy. She adjusted her grip so that his head poked out between her cleavage, and then leaned back, laying down in the valley she'd created by flattening half their backyard.

The earth groaned beneath her.

Her thighs alone carved a trench in the garden. Her raincoat was long gone—probably melted by her expansion—leaving her nude and glowing in the sun like a water spirit come to life.

"Lily…" Mirio mumbled, his face squished into her plush, slowly rising chest, "I can't even be mad…"

She giggled softly, the vibration rippling through her breast and jiggling him like a trapped marshmallow.

Then she began to rock him.

Gently. Affectionately. Her hand cupped under his body while her fingers stroked his back. She pulled him deeper into her bust, cooing softly—her version of a lullaby—while her giant green eyes sparkled above him.

The curve of her body formed a complete wall of squish. Her thighs, now the size of boats, shifted with every heartbeat. Her slime swelled around him protectively, never tight enough to trap—but never loose enough to let him go.

Then came the nipple.

He felt it push softly against his chest—rising, exposed now, forming from her inner water pressure. It throbbed faintly against him, full of purified slime water, threatening to leak.

He blushed. "You're seriously going to breastfeed me while you're a skyscraper?"

Her answer was a slow, deliberate squish.

The nipple bulged—then leaked.

Cool, filtered water trickled across his chest, smelling faintly of flowers. She giggled again, her fingers softly cradling the back of his head, urging him to relax.

"…You're lucky you're cute," he muttered.

She pressed him tighter.

Minutes passed.

Hours?

Time had no meaning inside a slime boob hug.

Eventually, she began to shrink—slowly expelling the fertilizer-enhanced water into the soil around her. The plants perked up immediately. Flowers bloomed. The entire yard became a lush jungle in minutes.

By the time she'd returned to normal size, she was curled in the grass, holding Mirio tightly to her still-oversized chest, gently suckling on his hair like a cat.

He lay limp, exhausted, soaked in floral water, face-first in cleavage.

"…Next time," he said, eyes half-lidded, "let's read the label."

Lily blinked.

Then nodded once—and kissed the top of his head, her soft lips pressing against his scalp like a warm droplet of affection.

He didn't have the strength to stop her.

And honestly?

He didn't want to.