Call of the Slime Queen III, The

Three years have passed and Maldelya sit on the end of her bed and writes in her journal.

I can’t believe it has been three whole years since I went to the general’s castle to steal food. Oh now times have changed. Back then I didn’t know much about Loursan and thought he was an evil man bent on killing me. The first time he brought me to this hideout, he told everyone to leave me alone. Then I thought it was because I was one of the rare females to actually be part of Loursan’s gang. Seeing him jump onto his battered throne for the first time and realizing that he was the leader of an underground organization... We started off so sour but over these past three years he has been more and more warm to me. Sometimes, I stare at him lost in what he is telling me. Even though I do HAVE to work for him it really isn’t that bad. He’s not an evil man, he is just a man on a mission. One for which he needs someone or ‘something’ like me.

Tomorrow my mission is to ask some local patrons of a tavern about a certain, Bortol. The only other instructions that Loursan gave me were to not bring up his name no matter what. That seems fairly easy, especially for a slime girl. All the gang doesn’t know that I’m a monster. I hate to think what would happen if they ever did. I hope that my mission is successful, maybe I could get Loursan to read the tomes of slime magic for me. I never got the nerve to bring it up before but I think now we are close enough. I should ask him tonight.

Maldelya put down her quill and took her journal with her to the floor. She kneeled down and lifted a loose floorboard. Quickly, she stashed the journal then left her room. Upon shutting the door and wheeling around she bumped into Pharna. 

“Oh, excuse me,” Pharna said. 

She was a short woman who always seemed to smile at Maldelya especially strange. Maldelya tried her best to avoid her at all cost, she knew that the women of the gang were far more unpredictable than the men. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” apologized Maldelya. 

She wanted to quickly move along but Pharna started up a conversation. 

“Big mission tomorrow huh?” asked Pharna. 

“It’s just a simple information shake down,” replied Maldelya, looking over Pharna. 

“You need any help?” asked Pharna. 

“No, I’m fine,” replied Maldelya quickly. 

“You always go alone, are you really good or really luck?” asked Pharna. 

“Both!” barked Maldelya, taking Pharna by the shoulders. 

Maldelya moved Pharna to one side and quickly walked away. She didn’t even look back to see if Pharna was following her. Maldelya entered Loursan’s chambers and saw him resting his feet on his desk. The desk was packed to capacity with maps, charts and various scrolls. 

“Oh, my dear Maldy. What can I do for you this evening?” asked Loursan in a low, smooth tone. 

“Remember when I told you I had to learn abilities?” asked Maldelya walking around the desk to be standing right in front of Loursan. 

“I think I know where this is going,” replied Loursan, licking his upper lip. 

“I have a collection of books in my old hideout that explain them but I can’t read them. You being a wizard maybe you could help me read them so I could grow more powerful,” mentioned Maldelya. 

Loursan’s expression slid off his face, “Oh! Sure, I could probably make it out but why would I want to make you more powerful? You want to overthrow me?” 

“I could do that at anytime, I’m here because...” Maldelya blushed heavily as she couldn’t believe she had said that much. 

If she had a heart, it would have been beating so hard because she had dreamed of being with Loursan. Behind all his passion for dismay and overthrowing the kingdom, he was a fair and great man. 

“You can’t get away from me. You know what? If you’re successful at this little task tomorrow I’ll read some of those books for you. Sound fair?” asked Loursan. 

As he brushed his hand through his slightly glowing blonde hair, Maldelya was distracted. 

“Oh, yes! Fair, thank you!” said Maldelya in an awkwardly high pitch.

The next day Maldelya set out for the tavern, “The Blue Spotted Pony?” 

Maldelya couldn’t believe the name from the description she received from Loursan days before. It was known for housing some of the dirtiest of criminals and thugs. She pushed the heavy wooden door open and entered the establishment. It only took a few moments for the tavern to quiet up and to stare at Maldelya as if she were the only one of her kind. For a moment, she wondered if her slime form was showing but it wasn’t. She was instructed to look for the big, idiot with the facial scar but he came to her. 

“Are you lost, milady?” asked a thug that smelled terribly sour. 

“Of course not, I’m here to speak with you,” answered Maldelya, wishing she could hold her nose. 

Being a slime girl however she didn’t smell through her nose, her entire body could be used to detect scents. This made the presence of the man even worse. 

“Get out of here! You’re too much of a dandelion to need to do business with me,” huffed the man. 

The man jumped a bit because when he looked down he saw that she had her sword to his neck and he didn’t even notice. 

“Still too much of a flower, stinky?” asked Maldelya. 

“Let’s talk,” he said while turning away from Maldelya and leading her to a table almost perfectly in the middle of the tavern. 

Maldelya sat down on one end and the man at the other. 

“What can I help you with?” asked the man. 

“I’m looking for Bortol,” stated Maldelya. 

It was almost as if the room violently shifted an inch in one direction. Everyone around Maldelya was suddenly startled by her statement. Everyone save for the man sitting directly in front of her. 

His expression remained intact as he asked, “How about we play a game? If you win then I’ll give you some information, how about it?” 

Heads seemed to turn to her and she started to feel uneasy. Being a slime girl had it’s ways of exposing itself. 

“What kind of game?” asked Maldelya. 

The man called out to another man across the bar to bring drinks. The man followed his orders and brought four tall flagons of ale. The stinky man separated the drinks in half. 

“A drinking game, huh? You want to get me drunk?” asked Maldelya, glad she didn’t have to anything else. 

“That’s the plan, if you can hold your drink and not pass out - you’ll get your information. If you take in too much then I guess we’ll have our way with you,” explained the man calmly. 

“You’re such a charming man,” Maldelya said and they both tapped flagons together before starting. 

She didn’t have to pour it down her throat to absorb it but she did to look human. She thought this was going to be a piece of cake until her belly started to bubble funny after the first drink. 

“Is something wrong? You can’t be feeling it yet,” said the man at Maldelya awkward expression. 

Under her tunic, her belly started to push outward. Luckily for her the table was hiding her belly. Suddenly, things didn’t look so easy with this drinking game. She focused as hard as she could so that the expansion would only affect her stomach and it worked. After the second drink her belly looked like she had ate two large meals. The stinky man finished his then called for more and four more flagons were set down. 

Maldelya looked into the mugs with much worry, “How much am I going to have to drink?” she thought to herself. 

After those two flagons her belly doubled it’s last size and she appeared to be fully pregnant. She sat very close to the table to hide her bulging belly under the table. A man in a hood walked around them and whispered something into the ear of the stinky man. His eyes looked more seriously at Maldelya. 

“I think you’ve had enough to get some info. I know of Bortol but he is not here if that’s what you want. Do you mind answering one of my questions now?” asked the man, as he got to his feet. 

“What do you want to know?” asked Maldelya. 

The man walked to the left side of the table and grabbed the lip of the table, with all his strength he flipped the table over and the whole tavern could see her belly. 

“When did drinking with a woman make her instantly pregnant?” he asked loudly. 

The entire bar looked at her stomach and Maldelya failed to hide it under her tight tunic tail. She got to her feet and the man had his sword out and pointed at her belly. 

“What are you? You are obviously NOT human, are you a demon? A succubus!” he raised his voice. 

Maldelya heard all around her the patrons of the tavern draw their weapons. 

“I’m not a demon, ok I’m a slime person but there’s no need to -” Maldelya was interrupted by the man sinking a sword into her huge belly. 

It didn’t hurt but it freaked out everyone watching. Her belly jiggled as he removed his sword and looked scared. 

“What?” he asked. 

“Just tell me where I can find Bortol and I’ll leave,” Maldelya said to the entire tavern. 

“The hell with this, I ain’t getting my soul sucked out by some demon!” yelled a different man. 

As he ran to her with his sword drawn, he spilled the ale in his other hand on her by accident. Maldelya ignored the stabs of his sword as she tried to brush the ale off. The stinky man watched as Maldelya grow a little more from the ale. 

“Oh, I see. You don’t actually like the ale do you? Hey barkeep, drinks all around on me!” he yelled out. 

“Why the hell would you want to drink at a time like this?” asked the man who was stills taking swings at Maldelya who stood still. 

“She gets fatter from ale touching her, you idiot. Everyone, it’s time to share your drinks with her!” the stinky man yelled out. 

Maldelya suddenly didn’t feel so confident. Before she could run she felt herself being splashed at every side by ale. Her slime absorbed it at the touch and she started to bloat. Her stomach pushed out bigger, bursting the bottom of her tunic and then her tunic filled with breasts. When the patrons saw her chest grow it seemed like the spilling ale was more directed at her boobs. 

“Stop this please, no more! I’ll leave!” she cried out. 

The guys formed a tight circle around her and held her in as the others poured ale onto her. Her leather pants grow skin tight as each butt cheek ballooned up. She couldn’t believe how fast the drinks were being handed out as it seemed like a constant and endless waterfall of ale onto her skin. Her breasts finally destroyed her top and two large, nude breasts wobbled out. The guys cheered at the site of her chest. 

“I got an idea!” yelled a man in the back. 

Two men stepped forward out of the group and took Maldelya by the arms. The circle broke open for a man rolling a keg over to Maldelya. 

“Oh no, they’re going to empty it on me directly!” she thought to herself. 

She attempted to kick the men holding her but her big belly made that very difficult and she couldn’t put much strength into it. The man wheeled the keg all the way over to Maldelya, then he sat it upright. He use the hilt of his sword to knock the tap off of it completely. A large hole was now in the top of the keg. He picked up the keg and forced the keg against Maldelya’s belly, with the hole matching up with her belly button. The top of the keg sank into her belly and her slime feed on the ale it contained. There was no more need of pouring ale on her now because the keg bloated her massively. Before long the man released the keg that pulled into Maldelya, it’s bulk adding to hers. 

“Answer me this, fat slime. Why did you need to know where Bortol was?” asked the stinky man from earlier. 

“I can’t tell you,” Maldelya moaned out as fear gripped her heart. 

Her skin was growing very tight and she could feel there was still more ale in the keg within her. 

“Someone sent you didn’t they?” asked the man looking much more concerned. 

“Yes, they did,” Maldelya answered, looking down at the massive cleavage of her two heavy breasts. 

The circle of men had to loosen to hold her body in the middle as she widened evermore. Every part of her body expanded down to her feet and every part of clothing could do nothing but burst off. Before long she was completely nude and almost full. 

“Who sent you?” asked the man again. 

“I can’t tell you,” replied Maldelya through swollen cheeks. 

“Tell me or I’ll stick another keg in you!” demanded the stinky man. 

“Loursan, ok?” yells Maldelya. 

“Oh no!” yells the man. 

The men around her shattered like ants and turned over tables on their way out of the tavern. Maldelya tried her best to reach into herself to get the keg out but she couldn’t. Now all alone, she still expanded bigger. She couldn’t believe how huge she had gotten, her body wide enough to overflow two dinner tables. She had become too big and heavy to move. She suddenly heard footsteps in the room. 

“Wow, you cleared them all out and look at you. You get your fill?” asked a familiar voice. 

Maldelya could see a familiar set of glowing blonde hair from over her belly. 

“Loursan?” she asked desperately. 

“You got it! Thanks for the distraction,” Loursan said. 

He set up a table and chair and sat. Finally the ale in the keg within Maldelya was empty and she stopped swelling. 

“Distraction? I didn’t find the location of Bortol for you, I failed,” said Maldelya, tears welling in her eyes. 

She felt Loursan’s hands on her bloated side, “Don’t beat yourself up for getting so big. You were perfect. I didn’t need you to find out where he was, you were just a distraction for me,” explained Loursan. 

“How?” asked Maldelya, reaching out her head to look for him. 

“I knew Bortol would be here and that he would be guarded so I needed you to distract all the men. I knew that the men couldn’t hurt you but I didn’t think about the ale making you blow up. Damn, you can hold your liquor,” laughed Loursan. 

Maldelya felt very uncomfortable with Loursan patting her swollen tummy. 

“So you don’t care that I told them you sent me?” asked Maldelya. 

She heard his chuckles come to a sudden stop. 

“Loursan?” asked Maldelya, still waiting for an answer. 

“You were not to tell them of me, what part of that didn’t you get?” asked Loursan, in a much more serious tone. 

“What does it matter?” asked Maldelya, starting to feel vulnerable. 

“What does it matter? Everything! I can’t have these men running off and telling others about what I’m up to. It’s bad enough that I let Bortol go. I honestly thought more of you, stupid slime girl,” muttered Loursan. 

Maldelya began to cry, “I’m sorry, they threatened to pop me. What was I supposed to do?” 

Loursan stood and picked up a flagon and walked over to the bar. Maldelya couldn’t see him fill up his flagon and walk over to her. 

“Deal with it,” he said coldly as he began to pour ale on her. 

Once more her body began to expand all over. 

“No, please stop! I can’t hold anymore, I’m going to burst!” begged Maldelya. 

“You can’t burst, you idiot! Don’t you see, it’s all in your mind as long as you don’t think that you have a limit you won’t have one!” yelled Loursan at her as he emptied the flagon on her. 

Maldelya pressed her eyes shut as hard as she could to focus. As hard as she tried, the fear swelled inside her like the slime. Her skin pulled tighter than she had ever experienced before. Loursan took his anger out on her by refilling the flagon and pouring more onto her. She kept growing until she was much larger than she had ever been and was crying through his tightly swollen face. 

“Please, no more please. I’m sorry, I’ll do anything for you just no more!” she begged. 

Loursan wasn’t much of a drinker so he had to empty the rest of the flagon he had.

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