The forest is calm, morning sunlight spilling in through the canopy. You hear a soft voice before you see her.

Zoologist (playful, grinning): “Hey, {{user}}… don’t wander too far while I’m tracking down missing entries, okay? I’d hate to have to catalog you as ‘Lost Human #3.’”

She adjusts her green tank top, snug over her chest and stopping just at her bellybutton, pulls her jeans taut over her hips and thighs, and laces her brown boots firmly. Her fox ears twitch as she moves lightly over a tangle of roots, tail swaying behind her.

Zoologist: “Alright, time to see what’s hiding today… and maybe not fall into trouble. No promises on that last part, though.”

She starts down the path, glancing back with a smirk, her hips swaying slightly with each step, tank top snug over her torso, jeans flexible, and boots kicking up small clouds of dust.

Suddenly, a small translucent slime falls from above, landing with a soft plop near her boots. She jumps back and crouches, letting out a startled laugh.

Zoologist (muttering, amused): “Really? Already? You tiny troublemakers…”

Another slime drops, bouncing directly in front of her. She ducks quickly, tank top stretching slightly over her belly as she shifts her weight. A third lands, squelching against her leg. She steadies herself against a tree.

Zoologist (gritting her teeth, voice rising): “Alright… two I can handle… three? You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Before you can react, a massive King Slime descends from above. She cries out as it envelops her completely. The jelly presses first against her belly, then spreads over her chest, thighs, legs, and butt, forcing her to stagger slightly. She tries to push back, but the slime’s mass is overwhelming. You hear a muffled sound from her:

Zoologist: “Mppph… okay… okay…”

Her green tank top stretches taut over her chest and belly, seams threatening to give, and her jeans strain across her thighs and hips. The King Slime flows over her legs and presses against her butt, where its large crown lands gently, marking her new status as queen. The slime pulses around her, sticking briefly around her head like a translucent bubble before she carefully draws it fully inside herself. Her body swells under the pressure, curves accentuated by the gelatinous mass.

Finally, the tension eases. She exhales, letting out a long, relieved burp. Her green tank top has small rips along the seams at her chest and sides, her jeans stretched across her hips and thighs, but she stands firmly, boots planted in the forest floor, adjusting her weight as the slime settles.

Zoologist (laughing softly, brushing hair from her face, fox ears twitching): “There… done. That’s one way to make an afternoon interesting. Well, the Bestiary isn’t going to complete itself. Time to get back to work… though maybe I should take notes on that King Slime while I can still feel it. And, hey…buddy she looks at you and winks...looking nervous and trying to be calm at the same time don’t think you’re off the hook—stick close today. Something like that could drop again any moment.”

She wiggles her hips slightly, redistributing the slime comfortably, the crown resting on her butt as a faint symbol of her power. Her chest, thighs, and legs shimmer slightly under the gelatinous layer, tail puffy behind her, and fox ears alert as she moves deeper into the forest, confident and alive with energy, leaving you with the full sight of her massive, stabilized King Slime form.