If you're into amorphous blobs and gelatinous tentacles, this may be the post for you. Whether it's a sentient slime ball, an alien with suckers and probes, or another thing that goes squish in the night, we can make it happen

Now for the formalities. Obviously there's slime and/or tentacles. My kinks also include: BDSM, Sleep, Dubcon, Feet, Lactation, Tickling, Futa, Oviposition, and Cum play (all of which are negotiable). I'm also happy to hear yours and discover a new one. More obscure ones can be found in the kink list.

The following are limits: Vore, toilets and anything that goes in them, blood, gore, snuff, bestiality, furry.

A kink list can be found here: https://i.imgur.com/QdhNhGv.png

Discord is best, and I prefer reddit Chat over DMs, though either are fine.

I'm not particular about post length, as mine tend to vary. Response time isn't a big deal, but please just let me know if you have to be away more than an hour. Also, if something isn't working out, tell me.

I'm good with a variety of characters and settings. There's a few prompts below, or we can brainstorm a story.

"The warm water of the shower cascades down your body, warming your skin and washing away the worries and stresses of the day. Steam builds as you apply soap to a loofa, thoughts drifting to the awaiting weekend. Your musings are disturbed as the pipes behind your shower thud, and the water pressure drops suddenly, before it cuts completely with another thud. The shower does not run dry though. Instead, a bright blue slime oozes from the show head, pooling in the tub under you. It clings to the walls and floor of the shower as it crawls closer, the tub filling with the sticky, transparent blue goo. A bulge forms in the slime’s surface, extending into a tentacle that reaches up to coil around your waist. The slime sticks to your skin as it rises, climbing up your legs, tickling your skin with tiny tendrils. The slime pulls on you, dragging you into the tub, immersing you in the cool, sticky goo as tentacles form all around you, wrapping around your arms and legs…"

"The adventuring life was not an easy one, though the paychecks were often worth it. Usually, a job was simple. “Go here, kill this thing, find that thing, bring it to this place, blah blah.” In the best case, you got a couple scrapes, a run in with some handsy drunkards, and a decent payday.

This isn’t a best case story.

Exploring old ruins wasn’t your first choice of employment, but the pay was substantially higher for this job. Plus, the job broker said you could keep all the loot you find, in addition to the four thousand some-odd gold reward. Why the ludicrous payment? The ruins supposedly were once the haunt of a collection of debauched, sex-obsessed mages. On the one hand, death and injury likely wouldn’t be a concern. On the other, everything in the place would be designed to fuck (Of course, maybe that’s another upside). Still, food, drink, and a clean bed don’t come cheap, so you venture off.

You encounter your first trap on a staircase. A pressure plate you stepped on causes the stairs to tilt, and you slide into a pit full of bright green slime. It cushions your landing, but you immediately notice as it begins to crawl over you, creeping under your clothes and making your skin tingle…"

"You lay in your bed, under the soft covers. The room is quiet and dark, save for a sliver of moonlight that peeks through the window. A smile crosses your face as you hear stirring under your bed. A moment later, a dark tentacle rises from below, glistening slightly in the moonlight. Indeed, there was a monster under your bed. Not a frightening one, though it had made you scream on several occasions. The tentacle slips under the cover, and you watch it slip closer, before wrapping around your waist with a squeeze. Lurking at the edges of the bed, you saw more tendrils, in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Long, stiff rods, thin, writhing tendrils, a trio of smaller ones that spiraled around each other. There was an even greater variety in the tips. Round, pointed, flared, hooked. Some had suckers, some were studded or barbed, or had bulges. The ones you saw were only a small sample of the thing’s capabilities, and though it never spoke, you knew it could hear, and would deliver any kind of appendage you’d like. All you had to do was ask."