wendy slime chp 1

Wendy was screaming. No sound escaped her. To the outside she was simply sitting on her ass in front of the register at her post in the mystery shack. People passed her by, occasionally taking a moment to admire the way the sun seemed to reflect off of her hair the colour of passion itself, drawing some form of essence from the fires in the dead of an endless winter. The way Wendy's facial expression alone, staring into her magazine with one eye half closed, was enough to make anyone sympathetic and bored. The way the goofy hat reflected a mind wise beyond its years far past the need to care about the wants and worries of the rest of the world.

Well, dipper had done that at least. Mostly people would gawk at girls massive tits, and the huge amount of cleavage she was showing. Admittedly Dipper had noticed that too, and pausing a touch longer than the average mystery shack customer who had stumbled in to pretend to buy something, mouth agape, but at least he had noticed her beauty before her breasts.

Wendy continued to scream. Her body, dear god, it was moving. She could feel ever muscle as it squeezed and twitched against her will, the sheets of paper between her fingers, could even feel a soreness spreading through her as this thing made her hold this position trying to prop her up further like a showroom model. There was a small voice in the back of her mind letting her know why this thing was making her do what she was doing, but it was never the whole reason, only pieces.

'this should get them horny'

'let's see how far we can get your tits out before the police are called'

'Who's the dork in the hat?'

It knew the answer before Wendy could even bother thinking an objection, every memory an unlocked doorway, it just wanted some directions.

'Oh now that's adorable. He wanted to fuck you before I gave you those little 'enhancements'. I'll bet now he's hard as a stone. well, let's give the little dip a show shall we?'

Wendy's legs kicked onto the desk, exposing the shorts she was wearing, torn to shreds by this point, barely covering her snatch. With a movement as graceful and quick as a viper, Wendy popped the the button and zipper holding the barely concealing garment together, exposing the tan-lines of the lightly tanned teen where her undergarments were supposed to be. Dipper's eyes widened further, it was almost amazing that they hadn't fallen out at this point. The screaming paused for only long enough for Wendy to realize what this thing was planning. 'Yep, that's how I reproduce, too. So right now, we're making this boy into a man.' Wendy's screaming went from those of tortured suffering, to full blown panic.

"Yo dude," and now it was talking in her voice "This shift has been super dull, I don't think that many people are coming in."

BULLSHIT! YOU'VE BEEN SHOWING OFF SO MUCH OF MY GOODIES THAT THE STORE'S BEEN PACKED ALL DAY!

"So I was thinking maybe we could just close early. I doubt gruncle Stan would notice, and there's something I wanted to show you."

DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE, THAT CHEAP BASTARD WILL CAN ME FASTER THAN I CAN SAY 'POSSESSED' AND I WILL NOT DO THIS TWISTED SHIT TO A FUCKING KID!

Wendy's hand was already digging the leftover fabric of her jeans into her moist snatch, slowly creating a wet spot as she gently caressed.

Ah that's disgusting. GET OUT OF MY BODY!

Silence descended upon the store, Dipper frozen in place, lost in Wendy's words and the implication therein. There was a few moments of stillness, before his nose began to quietly began to drip blood, his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed, face first onto the floor.

'Wow. I'm shocked you didn't at least give him a pity fuck. Kid's into you like flies on shit.'

oh fuck. ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck DON'T JUST SIT THERE YOU DUMB SLIME SLUT, CALL AN AMBULANCE!

'guh fine, I suppose we can't screw if he's unconscious, and I can't posses someone who's dead. But soon, I'll have my time with the little one.'

 

Time ticked slowly for the mind suffering within her own body. She'd finally grown quiet now. Screaming was pointless, the thing possessing her had already gotten used to the most vile noises she could make, and it could shut her out any time it wanted to. She swore it even sounded smug informing her of that last part. It wasn't just its tone that was pissing Wendy off though. When it had started to possess her, it sounded alien and inhuman, somewhere between her own voice and hell itself, but it was growing closer to herself with each passing breath this thing used her lungs for.

'Yes, eventually you'll fade into my subconscious, not the other way around. Kick and scream as much as you please, I won't leave. I couldn't even if I wanted to. In a month your very will is going to be an unpleasant memory of mine...' it looked down at her fingernails, green slowly pooling out from them, ' ... like that.'

I. hate. You.

'Hate all you want. You don't have to though. The first wave of my people would say that it was impossible to tell who devoured who, so if you hold preference, you can say that your simply going through some changes.' Wendy's mind unintentionally flicked to some unbidden memories of her recent "formative years" 'Yeah sure like those. But with a bigger need to screw instead of just the ability.'

Wendy's body was hovering over dipper. It'd already made sure dipper was face up at the very least, and tried to make sure his mouth was open, and that he was still breathing. Not really much more to do right? Just let the kid sleep it off and pray he hadn't blown something important. A few thoughts crossed Wendy, and then the thing controlling her's, mind. Times dipper had gotten out of worse jams, times he'd saved her life, hell, even the time he'd confessed to her. God that was so sweet. and you didn't even shag him then? I would've.

'god I would've dragged the shapeshifter in for a three-way.'

GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGE-

The slow rhythmic red and blue flashing of the ambulance snapped Wendy out of her mental turmoil, and with her the creature. It wasn't terribly serious, a simple over stimulation of the mind, but it was necessary for dipper to get as much rest as possible, recommending Wendy to simply carry him home.

 

To Wendy, she was somewhere between thankful at the bizarre turn of events leaving her safe, and losing her mind with worry to Dipper's possible failing health.