My alarm blares in the middle of the morning – signaling my impending shift. I turn it off, tired. I have forgotten to delete it since I've been fired yesterday. I used to work for a manga shop who specialized in selling figurines. But they fired me…

"There's been cuts in the economy," the manager said. "You need to understand, we need the turnarounds to keep delivering."

I stare at my sister's messages, I haven't seen it yet and I can't help but scoff.

"Everything will turn alright," she had typed.

I don't think she understand what she's talking about. Without my hourly wage I cannot afford food nor a place to stay. My little apartment is already modest as is, and yet I can't afford it any longer. I will have to live on the streets. I sigh and shove the phone under my pillow.

I will never find another job, I will never make anything out for me. All the money my mother spent to send me to college was for nothing – I'm just a useless piece of shit.

I start the tv, trying to suffocate the noises in my head and start an action movie.

I just want to sleep, rot in my bed and never wake up.

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Air strike sounds wake me up in the middle of the night. I cover myself under the pillow – the sounds are unbearable. My TV is now blaring a white noise channel – the sound overpowering. What the fuck is going on?! I try to turn off the TV, but I cannot. It's stuck on.

My phone keeps on blaring as well – loud. I search for it under the pillow but somehow during my sleep, I have tossed it on the ground. I find it by my feet, just under my bed.

My hands tremble as I pick it up, the screen flashing with an emergency alert. The characters are bold and red, commanding immediate attention. I squint at the harsh light and read:

[Emergency Alert]

[Message from the Government. Seek immediate shelter. Airstrike imminent. Take cover in an air raid shelter or a secure location. This is not a drill.]

My heart pounds in my chest as I read the message over and over, trying to make sense of it. This can't be real. I force myself out of bed, stumbling as I make my way to the window. It's still morning, and people are going on with their lives as if nothing is happening.

I make a dash for the door, my thoughts racing. Where's the nearest shelter? I remember the underground station a few blocks away, designed to double as a bomb shelter in times of crisis. A loud yell echoes from below the city.

It has begun.

It's too late to go to the shelter. I realize this as the yells start rising. I run to the window, the sky is an unnatural deeper shade of blue – if I didn't know I would think it's almost night. It's raining… a blue and unnatural rain. I've never seen something like this before.

How bizarre.

I open the window and place a hand outside – this air strike alert must have been just a test. The night is eerily silent for a moment, the kind of calm that feels wrong. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and let my hand hang out the window, feeling the coolness of the night air.

"Shit!" I shout as the rain burns my skin.

I yank my hand back inside, staring at the angry red welts already forming. It's not just any rain – it's acidic, corrosive. Panic surges anew as I realize the gravity of the situation. The air strike wasn't a test – it's a real chemical attack.

I close the window and walk backwards, people cries and screams echoes all around me now. Beneath me, my neighbors are losing their mind. I hear cries – panic.

I kneel down, grabbing my own hair as I rock myself back and forth. Oh my god, this is the end of the world.

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I don't know what took me out – exhaustion or panic, but I wake up on the floor, my head plastered on the cold ground.

"Uhm?" I say, trying to find my phone to check the time. It's one in the morning, I yawn as I massage my neck. I must have dreamed everything, a nightmare… it's the only thing that makes sense.

Well, I'm hungry, so I better go out and buy a snack. I walk outside – past the chaos of my apartment, the acrid smell still lingering in the air. The hallway is eerily quiet, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead.

As I step outside, the city is strangely silent. I head towards the convenience store down the block, my mind still foggy from sleep. The storefront is lit, but something feels off.

The door is slightly ajar, and there's no one behind the counter. The usual hum of the refrigerators is absent. I push the door open further, the bell above it jingling softly. "Hello?" I call out, my voice echoing in the empty store.

No answer. The shelves are stocked, but there's an eerie stillness. As I walk further inside, I hear a faint squelching sound coming from the back. My curiosity piqued, I cautiously make my way towards the noise.

Turning the corner, I freeze in shock.

A woman, or what used to be a woman, stands there. Her body is distorted, her skin glistening blue as if covered in slime. But as I look closer, I realize she's not dissolving. Her body has taken on an almost translucent, gelatinous quality, her limbs fluid and shifting. She turns to face me, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion, yet still retaining an eerie semblance of humanity. Her mouth opens, and instead of a scream, a voice that sounds like a gurgling whisper escapes her lips.

"Help me," she pleads, her voice distorted but unmistakably desperate.

I step back, trying to process what I'm seeing. She's become something out of a nightmare – a slime girl, a monster from the darkest corners of fantasy. Her hair, now a flowing mass of glistening ooze, moves independently, and her once-human features have softened into a surreal, otherworldly visage.

"What the hell happened to you?" I stammer, my voice trembling.

Suddenly, the TV in the store flickers to life, casting an eerie glow across the aisles. The presenter, who once looked perfectly human, now bears a striking resemblance to the girl in the back of the store. Her skin is translucent, a glistening layer of slime that shifts and flows with her movements. Her hair, once perfectly styled, now hangs in gelatinous tendrils that move independently. Her eyes, still expressive, reflect a mixture of fear and urgency.

"Ladies and gentlemen," she begins, her voice slightly garbled but still understandable. "An urgent matter has befallen Tokyo."

Her expression shifts to one of deep concern, and she continues, "We are currently experiencing an unprecedented crisis. Most of the people in the city have disappeared and the women who remain have undergone a dramatic and inexplicable transformation."

The camera zooms in on her face, highlighting the almost surreal nature of her features. "Many people, myself included, have turned into these... slime-like creatures. The cause is still unknown, but it appears to be linked to the chemical attack and the acidic rain that followed."

She pauses, her eyes wide with fear. "We urge everyone to stay indoors and avoid contact with the rain. Authorities are working to understand the situation and provide assistance. Please, stay safe and await further instructions."

The broadcast ends abruptly, leaving the store in silence once again. The reality of the situation settles heavily on my shoulders.

Shit. Is this a dream or a nightmare?

The slime girl from behind the shop makes her way towards me, crawling on the ground.

"H-hello?" she says, waving her gelatinous hand. "Could you help me?"

I almost yell, surprised to see her talking.

"Y-yes? What can I do for you?" I stammer, scratching my head.

It's been a while since I spoke to a girl, and I still can't believe I'm doing so while she looks the way she does. A slime girl… this can't be real.

"I'm trying to access my phone," she says, her voice tinged with frustration. "But I can't… it goes through me."

I see the phone, nestled inside her form. It's inside her stomach – or what used to be her stomach. I lean forward, pointing at her translucent skin. It bounces and jiggles under my touch. She is completely naked, the rain must have disintegrated her clothes. Her perky breasts are a sight to behold, with nipples so dark, standing erect against her pale blue skin.

But it's her hair that really gets me going, all slimy and gooey, dripping down her shoulders and onto her pussy... damn, just thinking about how that slime would feel against my cock is enough to make me throb. And her pussy, it's like a work of art, a human-like shape but with a sexy blue hue, and I can almost see through her, like she's inviting me to explore every inch of her gorgeous, transparent body.

"You are… naked…" I tell her.

She looks down at herself, surprised. "I didn't feel… I didn't notice…" she covers her huge breasts but by doing so, she makes them jiggle aggressively. And I turn rock hard.

"Please stop looking!" she squirms, kneeling down. "Please…" she moans.

I do as she asks and I turn, embarrassed and with my cheeks flushing. "Wait I have an idea…" I tell her and take off my white shirt. I hand it over to her without looking. "Wear this, you're much smaller than me so it should be covering your nudities."

"T-thanks…" she stammers. But as she tries to grab it, her hands soaks it. "N-no!" she says with an embarrassed sigh. "I made it wet."

"Do you need help wearing it?" I ask, wondering if it's hard for her to handle objects.

"Yes please…"

Damn, this slime girl is something else. I turn to face her and she's blushing, her cheeks taking on a deeper shade of blue, like a sexy smurf. I take my shirt and help her put it on. But her slippery body immediately soaks it through, the fabric clinging to her skin and doing nothing to cover those perfect, perky nipples. If anything, the shirt just makes them more visible, begging me to lean in and suck on them. I can't help but imagine how hard they'd get with my mouth on them, how her slimy juices would taste as they coated my tongue.

"I-i-it's there," I manage to say as I point at the stomach.

"Huh?" she responds, looking down and widening her eyes. "Inside of me?!?!"

I nod.

As she lifts her shirt, my breath catches in my throat. Her pussy is a work of art, a glorious blue masterpiece. I can see right through her, the translucent quality of her skin making her most intimate area all the more enticing. Her lips are full and inviting, and I can just imagine how warm and wet she is inside. The thought of tasting her, of running my tongue up and down her slit, has me rock hard.

She places a hand in her stomach, trying to grab the phone, but as she does, her hand disappears into the gelatinous mass. She manages to yank her hand out, her arm reappearing as if she's regrown a limb through her slime.

"Could you try?" she asks, her voice pleading. "I have a little sister at home, and I need to know she's fine."

"O-of course!" I say, approaching her with my hand outstretched. My heart is beating faster; the idea of penetrating her slimy stomach with my hand feels odd, wrong.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

She nods, her long gelatinous eyelashes fluttering, her big eyes looking at me with a mixture of hope and desperation. Despite her transformation, I can't help but feel captivated by her.

I place my hand inside her stomach slowly, glancing at her to make sure she's okay with it. "Does it hurt?" I ask.

"No! It just tickles," she says with a small, nervous laugh.

I slowly reach out and slide my hand into her stomach, feeling a strange, pleasurable vacuum as her skin gently sucks me in. I imagine my cock being sucked gently from this vacuum… I moan, unable to keep my lips sealed.

Her insides are like a cool, refreshing oasis, gooey and soft, unlike anything I've ever experienced. I fumble around, my breath quickening as the sensation of her slime coating my hand sends shivers down my spine.

She tilts her head back, moaning as well. Is the sensation of my hand inside her sending pleasure through her body as well? The thought sends a jolt of arousal through me, and I glance towards her, my eyes taking in the sight of her flushed, blue skin and her heaving chest.

"Don't stop…" she moans. "You're almost there…"

I can't tell if she is talking about touching her or her phone. I try to grab it but as I try so, it moves higher up towards her chest. Shit.

I yank my hand out, breathing heavily.

"D-did you manage to get it out?" she asks panting, bringing a hand over her chest.

"No, I think I pushed it towards your breasts," I reply, my eyes already feasting on the sight of her heaving chest. With a sigh, she lifts the shirt higher, revealing her big, perfect breasts. 

"Please… could you yank it out?"

I feel my cock throbbing – pounding inside my pants. I'm going to cum all over my underwear if I keep touching and thinking of fucking her. I take a deep breath.

"A-are you sure?" I ask, "I'm… I'm hard right now." I whisper.

"You're turned on?" she asks, blinking, "by me?"

I nod. With that body, she's certainly around my age above 25 years old. She is beautiful, round face and a sleek body. How could I not be turned on?

"That's alright…" she whispers back, keeping her shirt up. She tilts her head more back and closes her eyes. "I'm too."