Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28365753-20170812015325/@comment-30700719-20170822005920

I look around and scan my living room. My eyes immediately lock on to the fridge, and I yank open the fridge door. The last thing I see before I pull the door closed is an orangey-yellow head cracking through the very top of the shell. Then, the fridge light turns off, leaving me in the cold, dark, and rapidly lowering oxygen. From the noise outside, the Humpty Egg didn't notice me yet. I try to breathe as little as possible, but my head starts feeling light. I knock on the door, and weakly push against it. A much stronger force pushes on it from the outside. She's smart enough to know there's a man in the fridge, but too stupid to open it. There comes a sound like she's pummelling the door, then it stops. The last thing I see before I black out is the door opening a crack.

I come to and look around. The overhead window lets the mid-afternoon sun shine upon me. The rest of the kitchen is unilluminated, leaving me lit up in the middle like some kind of spotlight from the heavens. I rub my eyes, and the whole egg-business comes back to me. Immediately, I rush to the front door. My clothes start getting stiff and I press forwards, reaching out for the door. My hand clamps on the handle, and my transparent shirt goes pale-white like cement. Wait, when was my shirt translucent? I look down, and see some kind of opaque yellow vest on my chest. "What the..." The vest pulls itself off me, transforming into a girl roughly about four to six years old. The white cement-like slime remains hard, locking my arms. I try to step back, and I trip over onto my back. The white slime softens and runs down the sides of my body, then hardens, like a stretcher. The girl plants herself down on the very edge of my belly, and utters a singular moan, accompanied by a very slight drool.

Now, let me tell you something. She's a Slime, on the one hand, which I like. On the other hand, she's a loli, which I don't very much care for.

My mind is torn between tastes and morals, and my fight-or-flight instincts take over. Can't move, so there's only one thing to do, really...I reach up with my free arm and slap her across the face. Her slime jiggles so hard that her entire head twists about one hundred and seventy degrees. Killed my boner instantly. Her face slowly twisted back around, like some clockwork mechanism. I shuddered, cringing horribly. She cocked he head at me, then melted through my clothes. I watched as her yellow slime tore my shorts from the inside out, then snaking up towards my shirt. "Dammit, that's my favourite shirt! You better not break it, you litt-my god. You monster. Fuck you." She only smiled, happy to oblige.