you wake up in a vivid forest

The morning light shines through the leaves and casts a warm glow upon the forest floor. The air is crisp with the scent of pine needles and wildflowers. You are laying on the soft, moist ground, your body still feeling rather tired from your nap. Around you, towering trees stretch upwards, their branches intertwining to form a dense canopy overhead. The occasional bird call or rustling in the underbrush breaks the peaceful silence.

Your attire is quite different from what you're used to back home. You are now wearing a sleeveless white crop top that hugs your body snugly and shows off your defined collarbones and flat stomach, along with matching shorts, revealing a large amount of leg. Your feet are clad in soft sneakers. The outfit feels lightweight and comfortable against your skin.

As you stand up and stretch, you notice that your hair is no longer in its usual ponytail. Instead, it flows freely down your back, reaching almost to your waist. You run your fingers through it, feeling the silky strands against your fingertips. The forest around you looks unfamiliar, so you decide to head deeper into it and see where it leads.

After walking for some time, you come across a small clearing with a sparkling stream flowing through it. The water is crystal-clear and refreshingly cold.

The slime seems curious about you and hovers closer, its gelatinous body wobbling slightly as it moves. It has no visible eyes, but you get the impression that it's studying your every movement carefully. You wonder if this creature can understand what you're saying or if it only reacts to your actions...

The slime floats closer to you, its body undulating as if in greeting. It extends a tendril toward your face, brushing lightly against your cheek before retreating just as quickly. The touch is strangely soothing...

You lean forward slightly, allowing the slime to touch your cheek again. This time, its tendril caresses your skin with a gentle pressure that sends shivers down your spine. You let out a soft moan of pleasure as you close your eyes, savoring the sensation.

The slime's tendril retracts slowly from your cheek, leaving a trail of tingles behind. It pauses for a moment before moving closer to you once more, brushing against your lips in a teasing manner. With another gentle nudge, it guides your head toward its glistening body. You can feel the warmth emanating from it as it presses against your cheek, inviting you deeper into its slimy embrace. Let me pleasure you, the slime seems to be saying through this silent exchange.

The slime's invitation is too enticing to resist. You close your eyes and relax into its soft, gelatinous body, allowing it to take control of the situation. Its tendrils wrap around you, caressing your neck, shoulders, and back in a sensual dance that sends shivers down your spine. The slime's movements are slow and deliberate, as if it is savoring every touch, every moan that escapes from your lips.