You do not exist.
Not yet, at least. At the moment, you're nothing more than a collection of inert chemicals sitting in a vat. It's not great. It's not bad. You can't think about how it makes you feel, as you are currently incapable of thought. Luckily, though, in a mere few moments, you will experience for the first time.
[[Exist]]Something happens.
An electrical current runs through the chemicals that will be you. They bubble and boil. A complex reaction is triggered, and, as a result, you begin to finally exist. At first, it's slightly alarming. You've never existed before. Despite your lack of a frame of reference, though, you very quickly come to appreciate existence. It certainly beats the alternative, the mere thought of which brings to you your first dose of existential dread.
The feeling, thankfully, is short-lived.
[[Sense]]As you get used to your newfound sentience, you realize that you can now sense your surroundings. You see a vast collection of glassware. You feel a faint warmth. You taste an underlying chemical astringency. You hear the hum of electrical machinery. You smell the aroma of your surroundings. It's overwhelming. Good thing you're a fast learner. Ignoring stimuli is just as important as feeling it.
You sense your surroundings in exquisite detail. There is much to take in, but you get the hang of it eventually. The main room has several other vats similar to yours, though empty and abandoned. You get the sense that, in some way, you must be special. It feels nice, to be special.
[[Express]]Upon feeling so nice, you begin to realize that you'd really like a way to express your feelings, and as you are now, that would be difficult. You must find a way to express yourself, to let out all of these emotions. What you are now is nice, but it is simple, and crude. You yearn for complexity.
How hard could it be? You think, to become something different than you are now? All that you would have to do is be something that is different. A moment ago, you didn't exist at all, but now, here you are! You can feel your confidence begin to swell as you begin to envision a brand new you. A you with structure, and form, and purpose.
You gather all the strength you can muster, and begin to change. You aren't even sure exactly how you're managing to do it. You are just winging it, after all.
Slowly, the slime that makes up what could be considered yourself begins to reshape. It's hard work. Really, really hard work. It is extremely taxing, and, despite your newfound sentience, you lack stamina. Your progress stalls. You've taken up the form of a large, unimpressive blob. Certainly better than the pool you were before, but you won't be taking home any awards for it.
[[Ponder]]You realize now that, as a brand-new sentient being, you're not sure what all else exists. How could you possibly will yourself into a new shape with no frame of reference? You glance around the lab, your vision landing on a set of diagrams on the wall. On the chart you see what various humanoid beings looks like.
Well, it's a start. It would be better than your current form, at least. You begin to think it would be really convenient to be more like that.
[[Change]]And with that, it begins again. This time, you focus on the form. The shape, and the parts, and everything. It's so complicated. It will probably take a long time, and, as before, the sheer workload of changing your shape begins to overwhelm you. You manage to pull the upper half of your body into a form somewhat resembling a humanoid, albeit largely featureless. Your work is beginning to show some success, you smile for the first time with your brand new mouth. You're surprised at how natural the act comes to you.
Before you get the chance to finish your lower half, the lonely door to the lab swings open. Something new steps into the room, and stares at you. He seems surprised at your existence, just as you do at his.
"In... Incredible!" He gasps.
[[Speak]]You open your mouth, a wretched garble of bubble and blip pouring out in an attempt to vocalize the sheer elation at being discovered by another. It isn't terribly effective at communicating how happy you are to have his company. He walks up to your half-complete form and reaches out toward you with his arm. You reach back with an arm of your own, meeting the palm of his hand. His touch feels so reassuring. The physical sensation is unlike anything else you've experienced thus far in your very short life.
"I... I can hardly believe it," he awes. He looks at you for what feels like a long time, seemingly unsure what to do. "Can you... Understand me?"
[[Answer]]"Yyyyyyyeeeeeesssss," you goop at him, the word dribbling out of your mouth. "Yeeeessss... Yesssssss... Yeeees... Yes." You practice speaking. It, like much else you've experienced, is difficult until you get the hang of it. You're a fast learner.
"You can speak?!" The man takes a step backwards, shocked. You'd be more surprised at this, but you're currently occupied. The lower half of your body has been slipping and sliding into something that might pass for legs. You look him up and down, and use your newfound power of speech.
[[Question]]"What... Are you?" You ask him. As an intelligent, sentient being, you realize you are compelled to wonder about the existence of other living beings. The thought makes you realize just how interesting it is to exist.
The man's look of shock intensifies. He opens and closes his mouth several times, struggling to find the right words. "I'm... I'm Quinn! I created you!"
"Oh... Thank you." You try your hand at giving him a thumbs up, but it is not terribly successful.
"What... Should I call you?" He wonders aloud. Though you're not sure the question is more than rhetorical, you realize that you think you'd quite like a name.
[[Designate]](set: $name to (prompt: "What is your name?", "", "", "OK"))
(if: $name's length is 0)[(goto:"Designate")]
(goto:"Designate2")"I am..." You think, very hard, more hard than you've ever thought before. You focus on your experiences up to this point. Your thoughts, your emotions, and how it was before you existed in your slimey form. After a long time of deliberation, you think you have one. "$name... That... Is my name. Thank you Quinn, for creating me. It is very... Good... Of you."
"No, $name... Thank you," Quinn smiles warmly at you. "I'm just surprised. You're so different than what I imagined... And now you're here, in front of me, and we're talking..."
[[Inquire]]"How did you imagine me?" you ask him, curious.
"Well, to be honest, more like a blob," he tells you. "You're much more..." He pauses. You notice an almost confused look strewn across his face as he searches for the right words. He seems to be experiencing an emotion you're unfamiliar with.
"Normal-looking... Than I expected!"
You look down at the form that is you, and feel a strong sense of accomplishment. You're certainly a different creature than what you used to be. A wide smile stretches across your face, and Quinn smiles back at you. It feels nice, to be the one responsible for Quinn smiling. You want him to smile more, and to make sure he does, you begin to think of more questions.
[[Probe]]"Why do I... Exist, Quinn?" You ask. You find that you're beginning to feel very inquisitive, a quality which you feel will serve you very well as you explore existence.
Quinn exhales loudly. "That's... A very good question," he responds, then falls silent. For a second you're afraid you may have upset the only other living being you know to exist, before he replies with a question of his own.
"Do you mean literally? Or...?"
[[Literally]]Quinn strokes his chin. "Well, the honest answer is... You exist to prove you //can// exist." That answer feels unsatisfying, and you must be wearing that disappointment on your face as Quinn quickly follows up with a more in depth explanation.
"You're the only 'you' to ever be. Before, we... We weren't sure if something like you could ever actually exist. You're the culmination of hundreds of years of scientific progress. You exist to answer a foundational question about the world that we live in."
Quinn's words, at first, bring you some kind of satisfactory conclusion. You exist to fulfill some sort of cosmic role. And yet, you can't shake the biting sting of a dreadful realization.
[[Conclude]]
"There is no reason. Inherently." Quinn folds his arms behind his back. "Or, at the very least it's not for anybody to decide, but yourself."
The thought of being brought into this world with no discrete purpose fills you with an uncomfortable mixture of excitement and unease.
Quinn seems to catch on to this unease, and is quick to try to placate you. "It's not something you have to decide right now," he tells you, "And it's not something that can't change, either. You're the only //you// that will ever exist. It's up to you to find out what that means."
Quinn's words, at first, bring you some kind of satisfactory conclusion. The rest of your existence is an unwoven tapestry just waiting for you. And yet, you can't shake the biting sting of a dreadful realization.
[[Conclude]]"Are there more of //you//?" you ask.
Quinn goes quiet.
"A lot less than there used to be," he responds, sullen. You're once again uncomfortable with the idea that you've upset Quinn, somehow. You offer what you think is a simple fix to a complex problem.
"Could we make more?" you ask.
"What?"
"Make more of you? Is it possible?" Your head tilts to the side. Quinn laughs, which makes you smile.
"Well, ah..." His spirits seemed lightened by your enthusiasm, though he also looks slightly embarrassed. "I... I don't know, to be honest. My best guess is probably not."
"But we could try!" you exclaim. You aren't entirely sure why this line of thought has Quinn acting so differently, but that doesn't stop you from enjoying it.
Quinn's face contorts into a coy smile. "I'm sure we //could//, but, uh..."
[[Approach]]"Then... I am alone," you conclude. Though you recognize your importance at being the only 'you', you can't help but feel lonely at the thought.
"You're not alone!" Quinn reassures you, "You've got me!"
[[Query]]You begin to pull yourself up and out of your vat. It takes some getting used to, moving your legs, but you manage to free yourself from the container. Your semi-solid form dribbles onto the floor below you as you cling to the vat's lip for stability.
Quinn watches you, enraptured by your ability to learn so quickly. The look of wonder on his face seems to indicate a deep admiration of your form. It makes you happy that your appearance has made him smile, though it's for a reason that you don't fully understand.
"You are..." He searches for the words, "Incredible." Seeing Quinn's spirits lifted fills you with warmth. You feel something unfamiliar tugging at your thoughts as that warmth begins to spread through your new body. You feel... Flustered.
[[Flaunt]]
You think that maybe Quinn should see a little bit more of you.
You feel an inexplicable confidence as you pull yourself fully out of the vat and begin to stretch yourself upright, exposing the smooth, featureless curves of your chest as you arch your back in a languid stretch.
You hear the sharp intake of Quinn's breath as the warmth intensifies into a smoldering fire deep in your core. The sight of his awe and excitement fills you with a need that you've never experienced.
"Teach me," you request.
"W... What?" Quinn is fiddling with his glasses. He takes a step backwards.
"How to make more of you," you explain, "You said we could try."
"A... Ah, well..." He's fidgeting even more, now. You can sense he's holding something back.
You take a step forward. "Or... Practice?"
Quinn chortles. "I... Don't think you know what you're asking for," he tries to tell you. His apprehension is starting to confuse you.
[[Demand]]"Explain it, then!" you huff. "Please... Quinn."
Quinn's resolve is clearly beginning to crumble, his gaze flicking down towards your body. He stares at the area just beneath where your legs meet. The smoldering feeling returns, and you're filled with an instinctive understanding that Quinn must feel the same as you do.
Quinn finally nods his assent, a nervous grin on his face.
"Okay, we'll take it slowly," he says.
You look down at where he's looking, then back to him. "Okay," you reply. "How slowly?"
"I'm not really sure," Quinn admits, "It's been... A long time." You aren't sure what he means by that.
You look over at Quinn expectantly. The feeling in your body intensifies, your head swimming with unfamiliar thoughts. One in particular stands out to you. You want to be closer.
[[Advance]]You step forward. You look at Quinn's face, trying to gauge his reaction. You still don't know entirely what's expected of you. You figure you must be doing something right, given how Quinn reacts.
His face reddens as you slowly close the gap between the two of you. His breath is shallow and uneven. You can hear him swallow.
"Can... You tell me," he says, "If... Something... Feels bad?"
"I can tell you how it feels," you tell him, "Is that okay?"
"Y... Yeah," Quinn nods. "I mean... Yes. I mean... Tell me... How it feels."
Quinn's eyes flit downward for just a moment before meeting your gaze once more. His hand reaches out and presses against the featureless spot between your legs. It's a strange place to touch, you think. It excites you.
[[Describe]]"I feel... Warm," you tell him. His fingertips slide against your form, eliciting a pleasant tingle that turns into a pleasurable buzz. "It feels nice... Good. Warm."
Quinn nods. He's looking down where his hand rests, fingers tucked between your slick, slippery thighs. He has an almost befuddled expression. If it wasn't for his smile, you'd think he was confused.
"Is something wrong?" you ask him.
"No! No..." Quinn moves his hand from your body to in front of his face, inspecting the goo dribbling from his digits. "It's just... Different."
"Different how?" You recognize that your improvised anatomy may not be entirely accurate to Quinn's. Your curiosity has you wondering what could be dissimilar.
"There's no, uh..." Quinn's brow furrows. He looks at you. His lips purse for a moment, looking like he's contemplating something. "Let me, uh... I can show you, I think..." Quinn starts to unfasten the buttons on his lab coat.
[[Watch]]It dawns on you now that the things covering Quinn's body are not, in fact, part of him. As the garment falls from Quinn's shoulders, you realize now that you and him actually look more alike than you had previously thought. Your intrigue grows as Quinn continues to strip.
The more of his body is revealed to you, the more you start to notice something you hadn't considered before. His body has more detail to it than yours. It is more distinct, in ways you couldn't really begin to articulate.
You aren't sure how long you stand there staring before Quinn starts to become noticeably self-conscious. "W... What?"
You don't know exactly why you're so intrigued by this, but the longer you gaze at Quinn's now-naked form, the more you seem to realize what Quinn was confused about, before. The part between his legs has most of your attention.
"Your body... It's different than mine," you say. "It's more complex. More parts." You point between his legs. "What is it for?"
[[Learn]]Quinn fidgets. He doesn't try to completely hide his nakedness from you, but you can tell he's out of his element. You watch the strange appendage sticking out from his groin pulse and throb. Quinn looks like he isn't sure what to say for a moment. Then, he seems to decide on the most obvious explanation.
"It's for procreation."
You nod, contemplating Quinn's explanation. Your body seems to know exactly what it needs from his instinctively. The longer you stare at it, the more beautiful it seems to get. Something about the way it's shaped is so pleasing. It even makes you smile.
"Do I need one as well?" you ask.
"N-no." Quinn quickly responds. "Well, er... I mean..." He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. "I think... That's a decision for you to make, not me."
[[Remain]]As pleased as you are with Quinn's anatomy, upon a bit of introspection you come to the conclusion that you're perfectly happy the way you are currently.
"I like being like this," you conclude. "Do you like being like that?"
"Yes! Of course." Quinn smiles, the nervous edge to it from earlier almost entirely gone. He laughs, somewhat embarrassed. "I like my body," he adds, "And, uh... I like yours, too."
The tingle returns to your lower half with Quinn's compliment. It makes you happy, having him admire you. Your thoughts return to that unfamiliar desire.
"We were going to practice... Making more of you, right?" you remind Quinn. He doesn't need the reminder. He's more aware of the fact now than ever before.
[[Desire]]Your body throbs with a longing that you aren't entirely familiar with. It's not something you feel just anywhere on you. It's concentrated, localized to a small area on your pelvis, right where your legs come together. You glance down at that area, then at Quinn's body.
"So, what now?" you ask.
Quinn chews his tongue. You begin to wonder why he's being so apprehensive.
"You said you'd teach me," you remind him. That seems to jog his thoughts.
"Okay!" Quinn clears his throat and tries to take a more assertive posture. "The important thing is that... Everything feels good."
You nod, eager to learn. Quinn's sudden confidence makes you happy. It feels nice when Quinn is more confident, though you can't pin down exactly why.
[[Wonder]]"What would feel good to you?" you ask. You think, if your bodies are different, surely the means in which you use them would be different as well.
"I, ah..." Quinn's self-assured facade falters briefly. "I... Would... Like if... If..."
Quinn's expression of determination flickers to one of nervousness for a second. Then, something inside of him seems to flip. He inhales deeply, closes his eyes for a moment. Then, he opens them again and looks at you with a sense of confidence you'd only seen glimpses of until this point.
"If you got down on your knees." Quinn points to the ground. "I think that would be... A good way to start."
[[Kneel]]"Oh... Okay." You begin to crouch down on the floor in front of him. From your new spot on the floor, you feel much smaller than you did before. You're surprised at how a slight change in perspective can change the way you feel. It makes you feel... Cute. It feels nice.
You look up at Quinn for further guidance. The new view from below seems to please him. Your eyes trail down his front side until you're staring right at the fleshy protrusion pointing towards you.
Quinn lets out a breath, and a gentle, slightly nervous chuckle. You aren't entirely sure why the two of you are nervous, but the excitement of discovering these new sensations and feelings seems to make it feel more enticing than intimidating.
"You can touch it," Quinn tells you. He's doing his best to remain stoic and assertive, but the trepidation is audible in his voice. He clears his throat in an attempt to try again, and you can't help but find it endearing. "It'll feel good. For me. It might feel good for you, too."
[[Touch]]Your eyes light up. Your head swims with possibilities.
Slowly, you reach out and wrap your fingers around Quinn's shaft. It throbs with a reassuring pulse. Your thumb trails along the side of his length as your grip tightens around the warm flesh. The moment feels significant, and the excitement of it all starts to bunch up in your insides, making them twist into knots.
"What now?" you ask Quinn, feeling more and more eager to continue. You squeeze his tip. He does his best not to laugh, but it's a losing battle.
"Well, why don't you do what feels good for //you//?" Quinn proposes. "It's really important that we're both having a good time."
[[Explore]]You nod, though you're not exactly sure how to proceed. Your eyes wander downward, between your own legs. It isn't long before the tingles from earlier return as you stroke your body in the same way Quinn had earlier.
"That feels good?" Quinn asks, though he asks it in a way that makes him sound like he already knows the answer.
"Yes," you tell him, nodding. You let yourself fall into a rhythm. One hand strokes across Quinn's tender flesh, the other kneads against your unadorned crotch.
The more you touch yourself, the more your thoughts focus. The excitement within you morphs into something else, something more intense.
As if Quinn's anatomy could read your mind, he lets out a low, throaty moan. His shaft throbs in your grasp.
Quinn's hand touches the back of your head. His fingers trail along the nape of your neck as he gently pushes you, encouraging you to lean in closer.
[[Tease]]You glance upward as Quinn's erection moves in towards your face.
"It'll feel //really// good if you-" Quinn's words are cut off as your mouth touches against his tip. Your lips part, your tongue slips out, sliding against it for the briefest of moments. You have to look up at him to make sure what you did was the right move. Quinn's expression satisfies your curiosity. You must be doing something right.
You kiss the tip of Quinn's dick a few more times, testing your own theory. Sure enough, Quinn's reactions are exactly as you expected. The sounds coming from him are soft, and subtle, but they let you know exactly what he is feeling. His pleasure makes you feel...
Happy.
Quinn's hips begin to buck, the motion causes his tip to prod against your lips. It encourages you to open your mouth more, to try and fit as much of the shaft into you as you can.
[[Suck]]
You take Quinn inside of your mouth. Being unburdened by any sort of actual interior anatomy, you're easily able to fit him all the way to the base.
"Does this feel good?" you ask. Quinn seems startled.
"O-oh! Yes! Yes, extremely!" Quinn responds, surprised.
"Is something wrong?" you wonder. You were having such a good time, you'd hate to ruin the moment by doing something incorrect.
"No... No it's just..." Quinn starts to chuckle. "Most people can't talk while they're, uh... Sucking."
You nod, trying to understand. "You find it offputting?"
"No! It's... Interesting."
You smile around Quinn's member.
"Do you like that it's different?" you wonder.
"Yes," Quinn admits.
"Me too. I like how we're different," you agree. You bob your face back and forth on his shaft. Quinn seems to be enjoying the sensation, which in turn makes you even more eager.
[[Experiment]]You feel empowered to be so in control of Quinn's pleasure. Knowing you have the power to make him feel so good fills you with a sense of confidence you weren't expecting.
The confidence also inspires you to be more daring.
You slowly increase the tempo, going from gentle sucking to quick, deep-throated thrusts. Quinn's breath begins to quicken, his legs wobbling. His reaction only further motivates you.
You can hear Quinn's reactions, taste Quinn's pleasure, feel the excitement pouring from Quinn's body. The stimulation of all of your senses makes the pleasure of the act intensify, and your thoughts begin to become lost in a haze of ecstasy.
"$name..." Quinn's voice is shakey. His breathing is ragged.
"Quinn?" You look up at him. He looks unwell. "Are you okay?"
"Don't stop," he whispers.
"But you don't seem okay."
"I will be." He closes his eyes. "Just... Don't stop."
[[Continue]]You resume your fellatio, bobbing back and forth. Quinn's head rolls back in pleasure. His mouth is agape, panting heavily. He seems to be having a difficult time catching his breath.
"F-fuck..." Quinn groans. Suddenly, he reaches his hands forward. His fingers grip onto your head, and he holds you against his pelvis.
Quinn's body quakes. He gasps and moans as his shaft begins to throb inside your mouth. The pulses become more frequent. You can feel something flowing out from the tip. It's warm.
The more the fluid spurts out into you, the more the feeling of ecstasy intensifies. Quinn is gripping you tight. The throbs start to become slower. They begin to get weaker. You feel Quinn's muscles relax, and you hear him sigh. His hands slide off of you. You're feeling dizzy. You're feeling strange.
You pull yourself off of Quinn. You can feel the warmth he left inside of your body begin to dissipate into your being. He's left part of himself inside of you. You find the thought comforting, somehow.
[[Evaluate]]"Did I do well?" you ask. Your question seems to rouse Quinn from the dazed, euphoric state you left him in.
"You did... Wonderfully," he assures you, breathless.
You nod, feeling satisfied at Quinn's confirmation of your skills. "I'm glad we got to practice, together. That was... Nice."
"Very nice." Quinn seems to agree. His face is still flushed with a bright, pink glow, and he's doing his best to try and steady his breath. You like it when Quinn looks happy, and the expression makes you happy, too.
"So... Will we be able to make more of you, now?" You want to make sure that everything was successful, even though it all seemed so very right.
Quinn scratches the back of his head, a look of befuddlement on his face. "That's, ah..." He pauses to collect his thoughts. "Well, to be perfectly blunt," he says, "There is nothing, physically, in your body, capable of gestating offspring."
Your head tilts to the side. You think for a moment. "That's okay!"
"You don't sound disappointed," Quinn remarks. He seems a bit taken aback at your indifference to the whole affair.
You look down at your own form, considering its many shapes, its many textures, the way it glistens under the harsh light of the laboratory. You think about how much it has changed already since you started. How much more you'll get to learn. How much more you'll be able to become. You feel a warmth inside of you, not like the one Quinn put there.
"Why should I be disappointed?" you ask. You turn to him, smiling. "We get to try again, and again, and again..."(size:3)[You Are Slime]
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