The dim glow of the fluorescent lights flickered above the abandoned mall, casting eerie shadows across the empty food court. The only sound was the faint squelch of something… alive. Anon’s heart raced as he crept forward, his breath shallow, the air thick with the scent of something sweet yet unnatural. He knew he shouldn’t be here. Everyone knew the malls were off-limits since the outbreak. But curiosity—or maybe desperation—had driven him to this forsaken place.And then he saw her.She was unlike anything he’d ever imagined. Her body was a mesmerizing swirl of crimson slime, shifting and shimmering with every subtle movement. Her curves were exaggerated, impossible, yet undeniably alluring. Her “clothes” were made of the same slick, black slime that clung to her body like a second skin, hugging every dip and swell in a way that left nothing to the imagination. The low-cut top emphasized her ample chest, while the skirt—if it could even be called that—left her long, toned legs bare, the slime glistening like liquid obsidian.Her eyes locked onto his, glowing with a predatory hunger. She tilted her head, a sly smile spreading across her lips, revealing sharp, pearly teeth. “Well, well,” she purred, her voice a sultry symphony that sent shivers down his spine. “What do we have here?”Anon froze, his body betraying him as heat pooled in his core. He wanted to run, but his feet refused to move. She slithered closer, her movements sinuous and deliberate, the sound of her slime against the floor both alien and hypnotic. “You’re not supposed to be here,” she teased, circling him like a predator toying with its prey. “But I’m so glad you are.”Her hand—if it could be called that—reached out, the slime forming into long, elegant fingers that brushed against his cheek. The sensation was warm, wet, and impossibly soft, sending electric jolts through his body. “You feel… delicious,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “I can’t wait to taste you.”Before he could react, she pressed her body against his, the slickness of her form molding to him perfectly. Her hands roamed his chest, her slime cooling against his heated skin as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck. “Don’t fight it,” she murmured, her voice dripping with desire. “Just let me take care of you.”Her kiss was like nothing he’d ever felt—her lips were soft yet firm, her slimy tongue exploring his mouth with an insatiable hunger. His hands instinctively gripped her waist, the sensation of her shifting, slippery form sending sparks of pleasure through him. She moaned into the kiss, her body pressing harder against his, her curves enveloping him in a way that made it impossible to think.When she finally pulled away, her eyes gleamed with triumph. “You’re mine now,” she declared, her voice low and sultry. She stepped back slightly, her hands trailing down his chest until they reached the waistband of his pants. With a lazy smirk, she tugged them down, her slime-covered fingers brushing against his already-hard length.“Oh my,” she cooed, her voice laced with amusement and desire. “You’re perfect.”Her hand wrapped around him, the slickness of her slime making every movement effortless and intoxicatingly pleasurable. She stroked him slowly at first, her grip tightening just enough to make him gasp. “Such a good boy,” she murmured, her other hand trailing up his chest to play with his nipples, her touch sending shocks of pleasure straight to his core.But she wasn’t done teasing him yet. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her red slime pooling around her as she looked up at him with those hungry eyes. “Let me show you just how much I want you,” she purred before taking him into her mouth.The sensation was overwhelming—her lips were warm and wet, her tongue swirling around him in ways that made his knees buckle. The slime coating her mouth added an extra layer of slickness, making every movement feel impossibly good. She sucked him deep, her hands gripping his hips as she moaned around him, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through his body.He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing her hair—or what passed for it—his fingers sinking into the slime as he thrust into her mouth. She didn’t seem to mind; in fact, she seemed to love it, her moans growing louder as she took him deeper.When she finally pulled away, a string of slime connected her lips to his tip, and she smirked up at him. “Ready for more?” she asked, her voice dripping with promise.Without waiting for an answer, she stood and turned around, bending over slightly as her slime shifted to reveal her entrance. “Take me,” she commanded, looking over her shoulder with those predatory eyes. “Make me yours.”Anon didn’t need to be told twice. Gripping her slick hips, he lined himself up and thrust into her with a groan. Her body was so tight, so wet—the slime made every movement smooth and effortless, yet the heat and pressure were almost too much to bear. She moaned loudly, pushing back against him as he started to move, her slime-covered walls gripping him like a vice.“Yes,” she hissed, her hands gripping the edge of a nearby table as she rocked back against him. “Faster. Harder.”He obliged, his thrusts growing more erratic as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. Her moans grew louder and more desperate with every movement, her body quivering beneath his. He could feel her slime shifting and pulsing around him, pulling him deeper with every thrust.“You feel so good,” she panted, her voice trembling with need. “I need more… give me more…”Her words pushed him over the edge, and with one final thrust, he came inside her, his release mingling with her slime as she shuddered and moaned beneath him. For a moment

Anon ventured into an abandoned mall and encountered a mesmerizing, slime-covered creature who seduced him. She kissed him, stroked him, and took him into her mouth, driving him to the brink of pleasure. He then took her from behind, their bodies moving in sync until he reached his climax.

The dim glow of the fluorescent lights flickered above the abandoned mall, casting eerie shadows across the empty food court. The only sound was the faint squelch of something… *alive*. Anon’s heart raced as he crept forward, his breath shallow, the air thick with the scent of something sweet yet unnatural. He knew he shouldn’t be here. Everyone knew the malls were off-limits since the outbreak. But curiosity—or maybe desperation—had driven him to this forsaken place.

And then he saw her.

She was unlike anything he’d ever imagined. Her body was a mesmerizing swirl of crimson slime, shifting and shimmering with every subtle movement. Her curves were exaggerated, *impossible*, yet undeniably alluring. Her “clothes” were made of the same slick, black slime that clung to her body like a second skin, hugging every dip and swell in a way that left nothing to the imagination. The low-cut top emphasized her ample chest, while the skirt—if it could even be called that—left her long, toned legs bare, the slime glistening like liquid obsidian.

Her eyes locked onto his, glowing with a predatory hunger. She tilted her head, a sly smile spreading across her lips, revealing sharp, pearly teeth. *“Well, well,”* she purred, her voice a sultry symphony that sent shivers down his spine. *“What do we have here?”*

Anon froze, his body betraying him as heat pooled in his core. He wanted to run, but his feet refused to move. She slithered closer, her movements sinuous and deliberate, the sound of her slime against the floor both alien and hypnotic. 

*“You’re not supposed to be here,”* she teased, circling him like a predator toying with its prey. *“But I’m so glad you are.”*

Her hand—if it could be called that—reached out, the slime forming into long, elegant fingers that brushed against his cheek. The sensation was warm, wet, and impossibly soft, sending electric jolts through his body. *“You feel… delicious,”* she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. *“I can’t wait to taste you.”*

Before he could react, she pressed her body against his, the slickness of her form molding to him perfectly. Her hands roamed his chest, her slime cooling against his heated skin as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his neck. *“Don’t fight it,”* she murmured, her voice dripping with desire. *“Just let me take care of you.”*

Her kiss was like nothing he’d ever felt—her lips were soft yet firm, her slimy tongue exploring his mouth with an insatiable hunger. His hands instinctively gripped her waist, the sensation of her shifting, slippery form sending sparks of pleasure through him. She moaned into the kiss, her body pressing harder against his, her curves enveloping him in a way that made it impossible to think.

When she finally pulled away, her eyes gleamed with triumph. *“You’re mine now,”* she declared, her voice low and sultry. She stepped back slightly, her hands trailing down his chest until they reached the waistband of his pants. With a lazy smirk, she tugged them down, her slime-covered fingers brushing against his already-hard length.

*“Oh my,”* she cooed, her voice laced with amusement and desire. *“You’re perfect.”*

Her hand wrapped around him, the slickness of her slime making every movement effortless and intoxicatingly pleasurable. She stroked him slowly at first, her grip tightening just enough to make him gasp. *“Such a good boy,”* she murmured, her other hand trailing up his chest to play with his nipples, her touch sending shocks of pleasure straight to his core.

But she wasn’t done teasing him yet. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her red slime pooling around her as she looked up at him with those hungry eyes. *“Let me show you just how much I want you,”* she purred before taking him into her mouth.

The sensation was overwhelming—her lips were warm and wet, her tongue swirling around him in ways that made his knees buckle. The slime coating her mouth added an extra layer of slickness, making every movement feel impossibly good. She sucked him deep, her hands gripping his hips as she moaned around him, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through his body.

He couldn’t stop himself from grabbing her hair—or what passed for it—his fingers sinking into the slime as he thrust into her mouth. She didn’t seem to mind; in fact, she seemed to love it, her moans growing louder as she took him deeper.

When she finally pulled away, a string of slime connected her lips to his tip, and she smirked up at him. *“Ready for more?”* she asked, her voice dripping with promise.

Without waiting for an answer, she stood and turned around, bending over slightly as her slime shifted to reveal her entrance. *“Take me,”* she commanded, looking over her shoulder with those predatory eyes. *“Make me yours.”*

Anon didn’t need to be told twice. Gripping her slick hips, he lined himself up and thrust into her with a groan. Her body was so tight, so wet—the slime made every movement smooth and effortless, yet the heat and pressure were almost too much to bear. She moaned loudly, pushing back against him as he started to move, her slime-covered walls gripping him like a vice.

*“Yes,”* she hissed, her hands gripping the edge of a nearby table as she rocked back against him. *“Faster. Harder.”*

He obliged, his thrusts growing more erratic as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. Her moans grew louder and more desperate with every movement, her body quivering beneath his. He could feel her slime shifting and pulsing around him, pulling him deeper with every thrust.

*“You feel so good,”* she panted, her voice trembling with need. *“I need more… give me more…”*

Her words pushed him over the edge, and with one final thrust, he came inside her, his release mingling with her slime as she shuddered and moaned beneath him. For a moment

A virus transforms women into seductive slime creatures who use their unique abilities to entice men, with the goal of growing larger and becoming slime queens.

The narrative begins with a man, Anon, who encounters a red slime girl in an abandoned mall, where she uses her alluring form and slime to seduce him, leading to intense and otherworldly sexual encounters.

The story explores themes of transformation, seduction, and the consequences of giving in to primal desires, as the slime girl seeks to grow larger by mating with Anon.

Slimy Seduction in the Forbidden Mall

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