Despite all that had happened, and the madness of their recent desperate battle against the Kobogons, it was still an incongruously beautiful day outside, the warm summer sun bathing the forest in golden light, filtering through the leaves and dappling the grassy mossy ground with leafy patterns that pleased the eye.
She soon found what she was looking for, an idyllic glade amongst the trees, a break in the forest where emerald green grass and blue flowers pooled, a cloud of violet butterflies fluttering into the air as she stepped into their territory.
"Perfect! And so pretty!"
"What's perfect?" said Flora looking at the butterflies sceptically. She was a city gnome of course, and she didn't have much take with some useless bugs who didn't do much but flap around and be annoying. Plus they used crummy wings, everyone knew magical floating was far superior.
"This place, we won't get disturbed here, Wummy can come out to play without any negative comments like 'Why do you have a slime monster in your pussy?' Or 'Oh my god a monster, save me!'"
"Wummy is going to do what now?"
As Vivi spoke there were tentacles pouring out of her folds, filling the space between her thighs and curling up around her. Her legs shook a little as Wummy spread and stretched her cunt wider and wider with the sheer number of tentacles, there were a lot of tentacles, the sheer pressure of them all caused her clit to push free from its hood and stand proud.
Flora eyed the tentacles, not sure she liked where this was going, she had certainly not signed up for this.
Vivi shivered, her knees turning inward as her belly rapidly shrunk down becoming merely pregnant looking. At last Wummy's blob shaped main body squeeeezed free from her and plopped down on the grass below. Vivi let out a long gasping moan as Wummy left, her eyes rolling upward, her tongue loose as her gaped pussy slowly closed back up.
"Squee!" said Wummy, giving the increasingly sceptical gnome girl a cheerful look.
"J-just come down here and Wummy here can milk you Flo."
"...I don't think that's a good idea, I thought you were just going to do, uh, regular milking."
"I could, but think about it, Wummy loves girl's fluids, so who better to milk you!"
"I- I don't know…"
Wummy will be a good girl, won't you Wummy."
"Squee?"
"That means yes. Probably."
Hesitantly, Flora pulled her blanket off and floated down to the ground then alighted upon it, her massive throne of a belly holding her up in the air, flattening the soft grass, the sheer size of it pressing up her swollen breasts causing them to spray milk across the grass making long lines of spattered white along the green.
The large blob that was Wummy waved her tentacles above her joyfully and wobbled over to Flora, Flora for her part looked down at the slime dubiously, at least what she could see of the slime blob between her vast cleavage.
A tentacle tip touched down on her breasts and then gently played along the surface, surprisingly gently to Flora's shock. That tentacle was joined by another then another, then more until over two dozen of the things were exploring her shapes and curves, feeling all over her body, tips gliding over her, dancing across her skin, slipping beneath where her breasts rested against her enormous pregnancy, affectionately stroking her bright pink hair. Flora couldn't help but bite her lip at the sensation, it felt good, no it felt great, such overwhelmingly intense attention from one single being was an interesting sensation to say the least, the slime was practically worshipping her body.
"Okay this isn't so bad, but when will the milking part come?"
"Er, you might have to show her, I'm not sure she totally understands how breasts work yet."
Not quite sure what the best way to approach things was Flora moved her hands between the tentacles and slipped her fingers and thumb around her sensitive and stiff nipples, then she slightly rolled her fingers forward, squeezing as she went. The result was immediate and dramatic, milk poured out of her falling down on Wummy and instantly coating the slime in white. Wummy let out a sudden SQUEE! Of surprise and lurched back her tentacles flailing in the air.
"Woah, too much Flora! You're gonna drown her!"
"Wha- no I'm not this is perfectly fine and a normal amount of milk!"
Flora relented however and the milk falling upon the confused slime came to a sputtering drippy halt.
Wummy blinked up at the gnome's nipples, milk running from her eyes. The slime brought down a tentacle in front of her face and watched as a single droplet of milk fell from the tip to patter on the grass. What was this? Some new kind of new tasty? Hesitantly the slime sampled this new fluid. Warm and tasty? Yes, this new substance was delicious! Wummy turned suddenly ravenous eyes on the pair of swollen breasts above her. She wanted that, she wanted that inside of her, all of it, she wanted to be like the loud pink haired one with so much tasty for herself.
She released the squish feel and her very cute (in her opinion) body surged upward, quickly forming into mammal girl imitation. It had taken Wummy quite some time to understand the benefits of this mode she had acquired but she was coming to appreciate them. She was less appreciative of the shocked googly eyed expression that the pink haired one was now directing at her.
"Squee?" said Wummy tilting her head to the side.