I now sat in front of the mirror. I had collected myself from my puddle like state, and turned off my erogenous sensory intake. I have to thank the gods for the ability to experience such sensations. But now my mind is caught up by something else. I could see my newest addition to my form from the outside. It’s weird, seeing the inside of your body like this, and kinda embarrassing.
Though I have a solution. I simply invert the clear and frosted glass textures of my body. My “skin” was now the opaque frosted glass texture, and my more sensitive areas would be the crystal clear membrane. I had made my “hair” clear too, but now I wanted to do something with it, like what I did with the charcoal dust eye liner. But where would I get white paint, or dust? Or do I go orange? Might be cool to match my core. I have time to figure out what I want to do, so ill leave it for now.
I do a one-over on myself. Clear short anime style bob cut. Black eyes, clear iris’ which just makes all of my eyes look black. Maybe I can color them some what? Could I enchant them to glow orange? I’ll work on that later. The rest of my face was simple and cute. Pointed and fine nose, soft, yet defined cheeks, full yet size appropriate lips. My chin and jaws were fine and lady like.
The rest of my body was a simple matter. Feminine shoulders, a somewhat pronounced collarbone crowning my flat chest, leading to a slim waist. Then my favorite part, shapely hips, firm and round butt, that gave way to heavenly thighs. I spared no expense with the calves to, and then there where my feet. I’m use to just having them, but because I had to hand craft them, my memories from all the hentai came into play. That is to say all the artists who made good hentai, seemed to over do the feet, and now I have hentai foot fetish feet. Eh, at least they’re nice looking? I never got the foot fetish thing, being a thigh and booty worshiper myself.
I open my mouth showing a similar story as the feet however. Maybe I’m basing too much of my form on hentai? I mean tongues aren’t suppose to look like this, yet I cant find it in myself to change it. Fuck it, if these features seduced people who had all the time and porn in the world, then maybe I could be a part time succubus, or incubus here. On that note, I wonder what a succubus would think of my form.
Finally satisfied with this… self discovery, and bodily testing… I crawl my way out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. I really want to walk, the only reason I’m fine with crawling is because I don’t have skin that would hurt from it, and I want to get used to moving with limbs. I do feel undignified doing so however. Making it to the window I see some stacked monster corpses.
Once I make my way outside and onto the pile of wolf and stag corpses, I realized I must have missed a day. Was I mana forging, or was it after I melted myself, mentally and physically? Before I start eating however, I decide to feel the fur of one of the wolves. It was soft, but the wetness of my membrane seemed to ruin the experience since I didn’t get to feel the fur like how I remembered as a human. Oh well.
I had finished my large meal and headed back to the lab and wondered what to do. I could always… self explore some more. But that wouldn’t feel productive… I believe my core had tiered up. Maybe some experimenting with my mass would yield some results?
I filled my dish with water, and took plenty inside myself. My limbs where mainly dense membrane, and the inside of my head and torso was where the bulk of my liquid slime was kept for eating. Just to see what would happen, I put a lot of the water I had just taken in, into my chest, and expanded my membrane. A grin grew on my face as I swayed my chest side to side.
I then remembered my proportions, and remembered that this wasn’t very tasteful. I have standards, maybe once I evolve to short stack status, but for now I pulled the water into my stomach and resumed the un-condensing of my mass while laying on the ground. I could manipulate my body still at five foot three inches, which was a eight inch growth, but I wouldn't be able to walk at all. I tried crawling and my membrane had torn causing me to have to re gather myself.
Deciding to move on to the next test, I shifted to the shape of a normal slime and made multiple tendrils and noticed I could control them somewhat easier and stretch them out further before they became unresponsive.
To sum it all up, I have a higher volume limit now. Though I don’t think I will utilize it just yet. I want to make myself a skeleton, and be able to walk. though in the mean time I could try and find a way to talk, while stockpiling mass for a slime crystal skeleton.
Done with testing, I roll myself into the my dish and resume mana forging. I was only in second gear, and decided it was time to think about how to speak. My intuition is telling me that I cant simply enchant my slime to vibrate for a voice. And it doesn’t sit well to rely so much on enchants, but I don’t have a clue on how to make vocal cords.
I rack my core for ideas, and notice eventually that my dish is out of water. Well, time to refill, maybe check and see what time it is too. I do so, and noticed it was the next day, and the hunting golems had left more food for me. As I eat, I realize that I had taken longer to run out of water because I was using the cage on a lower gear.
I had made my way back inside and down to the lab. As I passed the counters, I peeked on top of the one with the slime crystal on it. I grabbed it and returned to my dish. Once again I revved my core cage up to second gear, but this time I looked at the oblong ping pong ball sized sphere. I put it into myself and wondered what to do with it. I can just feel that the possible answer could be within the ball, but I just don’t know what my intuition is pointing at.
I recall vocal cords, and then feel the ball inside of myself. I had an idea, but first I will have to see if I can change the crystal. With a lot of effort, I was able to force water into the crystal, and shape it. I made a ring with lots of thin strands in an uneven net through the middle. Maybe I can enchant the messy “net” to vibrate?
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I could make a throat and a “lung” cavity for drawing air, and have the thing activate when air goes through it. That way magic would only be used when I need to talk, or just selectively channel mana into it. So many ways for it to work.
From then on I was caught into a cycle of mana forging, eating, and voice ring enchanting. Only a couple of days had passed but the cycle was broken by a commotion coming from upstairs. It was about noon to early afternoon. So I look around and frantically look for my poncho.
“Guinevere? You down here?” I heard Gizmo holler. A smile formed on my face as I wanted to try my new voice feature. I cleared the formation of my mouth, and had the ring sitting at the back of my mouth. It should act like a speaker, but a lot of speech comes from the mouth, so hopefully this works, since I hadn’t tested it yet. The idea is to have it make a simple sound, and control the sound with my mouth to speak words.
“Y-ahhh!” I managed. I was surprised, I had sounded like a synthetic robot or a early text to speech program. At least it was feminine, but it was a far cry from normal human speech. I had to change the tone and volume of my voice depending on the point of what I was trying to convey, so everything wasn’t a monotone sound.
“Guinevere? Was that you? Did you manage to make a voice?” he asked. I could hear his foot steps coming down the stairs.
“Y-ah, Way-t! Loo-ch. Oo-k.” I started. I was having way more trouble with the k sound.
“Figh-DING pun-Ch-oh.” I finished.
“Oh, Well, I’ll be up here putting everything up. Then you can tell me everything you’ve been up to.” I heard him say as he retreats up the stairs. He sounded really excited. I finally spot my poncho and put it on. It was more to the side than I thought it would be.
I make my way up stairs in a half slime, half humanoid form that seems to be the norm. I go over my voice as I head up the stairs, that is to say, I like the female synthetic aesthetic of it. But not being able to speak clearly does suck. Maybe I need to make a bit of a throat and put the ring further back. It felt like the hard slime crystal ring was keeping me from making the proper mouth shape to pronounce the “k” sound.
I finally make it to the top, seeing Gizmo and his golems bringing in a bunch of crates and sacks.
“There she is! How’s my granddaughter doing?” he asked with a smile wide enough to show not just his teeth, but his gums.
“Beh-t-er-er.” I say. My voice cut out and came back pronouncing the last syllable twice. It’s cool, but feels silly. Maybe I could be come a techno bard. Make EDM and dubstep a thing in this world with magic instruments. Maybe I should make a robot helmet while I’m at it, in honor of Draft Lunk or whatever their name was. Curse this “Copy right” filter on my memory.
“That’s a unique voice you have there? Can I take a look?” he asks. I nod and just reach into my neck and pull the ring out. I hand it to him.
“That’s uhh… Thank you” he said taken back from the action. As he goes to take the ring he realized something as he looked at my hand.
“Hmm, did anything else happen?” he asked. I signal for next/after, and reached out my hand with the ring.
“Right, hard to talk when your voice isn’t in your throat.” He chuckled.
“Interesting. It seems to be enchanted with a physical property enchant, as apposed to a sound based enchant. How does it work?” he asks. I smile as he looks closer at it.
“And what is it made of-“ he continued.
“AAaaaahhhhhh-“ the ring yelled. It started really loud and then died down after a second. But it was enough to cause Gizmo to drop the ring and jump back a bit. He looked at me with shock, then a bit of anger, and then began to laugh.
“You about cause my heart to jump out of my chest.” He said calming down. I gave a silent laugh and went to pick up my voice ring, and return it to my throat.
“Now did anything else happen?” he said putting on his goggles.
“UUUhhhh….” I started realizing what he was no doubt seeing.
“Looks like it… Uh, Guinevere? Can you.. Explain?” he asked. I could tell this was more out of genuine curiosity. The man was thirsty for knowledge, so this was him wanting to learn. His tone leaving room for me to deny his request should I choose to. That doest stop me from shaking a bit out of embarrassment. I guess strong emotions messes with my control of my membrane.
“I the-n-k my coh-r got str-ong-er-er. I ca-en con-tro-ool moor vol-oom.” I stated bumping my fingers together.
“That’s impressive, it really is, but I’m curious about the… curiously placed magic roots sprawling throughout your body. And perhaps the change in your look. The material that ring is made of is also curious. I know I don’t have anything like that stored around.” He said with a hint of patience.
“Sin-sore-Eeee weh-B. I cahn- f-eel they-ng-ss nah, n-ow. Ah-nd-d he-eet. May-bee oth-er-er they-ng-s To-o-o.” I started.
“I wont pry into other things” he said with a shy look away. “I can take a guess, based on your, uhh. Root placement..” He started. I quickly shot in to change the subject.
“Th-ee voi-ss Ree-ng, may-d-d ov Sly-y-m ch- ch… cry-st-hal.” I said having a hard time with the hard C sound.
“Slime crystal?” he asked. I nod and reach into my throat pulling the ring out again. I reach up and slam it down into the ground causing it to bounce around. It stopped only after hitting a golem in the back of the head as he was going out to bring more stuff in. He stopped and looked around before continuing his job.
Gizmo rushed to check pick up the ring. “You shouldn’t just throw things around like that, you just got a voice, and I’d hate not being able to hold a conversation with you after all this time” he said finally looking at the ring.
“There’s… not even a scratch. And the weave in the middle isn’t even broken.” He stated.
“A aa a aa a.” The ring lowly hummed in his hand.
“Are you laughing at me?” he asked in mock offense. I motion for the ring back, and once I got it, and began to explain what happened in the lab.
“Some broken glass isnt the end of the world.” He shrugged.
“I wah-nt, cry-st-ahl ske-let-on. To- wah-lk. Need law-ts ov Foo-d. Cahn may-k yoo-u a sly-me cry-stahl-ahl bah-ll. May-bee g-ud gol-m ch. Coh-r?” I said. I took extra time to try and properly pronounce the had K and C’s.
“Now, I’d like to try that out. And a skeleton? For holding your mass up with out rupturing your membrane I’m guessing?” he asks.
“Ya-ahh” I cheer.
“Well, I guess I can send some more golems out to hunt monsters, and increase the hunt times and amount the golems can bring in. You can never over hunt monsters after all. They just fill on in from elsewhere.” He shrugged.
“Wo-old bee-e awe-saw-me-e.” I smile to him.
“Alright, I’m going to settle down for a minute, and get the golems sorted out. Then we can talk more.” He says heading out the door. Yea, finally we can talk. I can’t wait, and it will make for good practice. Who knew talking like this would be so much trouble. At least I don’t need to “breath” to do it.